Play With Me, Baby(13)

“How am I being rude, angel?” he asked as he set his laptop to the side and rose to his feet to stalk towards me.

“By laughing at me like that.”

“Oh, Macy,” he sighed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and vest. “How is it you can be so damn adorable and absolutely fucking gorgeous at the same time?”

My cheeks filled with heat, and I knew I was blushing at his compliment. “This is so awkward.”

He’d toed off his shoes and his strong fingers were making quick work of his perfectly knotted tie when he stopped and gazed at me, eyes narrowed and head tilted to the side. “What is, baby?”

“All this.” I waved between the two of us and tried to duck my head until he tipped it upwards again with one long finger. “I’m not like this, I swear.”

Those grey eyes lit with understanding, and more than a little humor. “I think I know that better than anyone else, since I’m the man who popped your cherry last night, angel.”

“Exactly!” I squeaked. “We had one date, after meeting in Dirty Players, and I had sex with you. Like a… a—”

He didn’t let me finish, cutting me off by claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. Wrapping my hair around his fists, he held my head in place while his tongue tangled with mine. Just like the night before, his kiss ignited a fire deep inside me. By the time he was done, my vision was blurry, my heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath.

“Nobody talks shit about you, Macy. Not even you.”

“I wasn’t talking shit!” I protested. “Everything I said was true.”

“You skipped one important fact,” he grunted. “The only one that matters to me. I claimed you last night. You’re mine.”

I didn’t know how to respond to his declaration. One part of me thought he was crazy. Stuff like that only happened in books and movies. Another part of me wanted it to be true. So badly. But I was afraid it was too good to be true, so I drowned out the little voice in my head that was tempting me by focusing on my morning ritual. “I need to take a shower.”

He smiled, and the spark in his eyes made me shiver. He tugged the sheet lower and trailed a finger along my collarbone. “Taking a shower now would be an exercise in futility since I’m just going to dirty you up all over again.”

His head lowered, and he fed hungrily at my mouth. It was like he was somehow starving for me, even though he’d had me last night. Then again, I wasn’t any better off. A deep groan rumbled up his throat, and I went a little crazy. I needed to touch him, wanted to bring him the same pleasure he’d given me. My fingers yanked at his shirt buttons, ripping a few of them off the soft fabric when I pulled them from their holes. I was desperate to remove the barrier between us, wanting to be able to touch his skin. To trace all his tattoos with my tongue.

He didn’t protest, his actions were almost as desperate as mine when he yanked his pants open and shoved them down his legs. Then his underwear followed, and he was finally naked, his erection freed from its constraints. Licking my lips, I slid my hand around his hip and across his upper thigh, trailing my fingers over his balls and up his hardened flesh. It felt like satin over steel, hot to the touch. My hair hung around my head like a curtain as my tongue snaked out to flick against the tip of his cock, toying with his piercing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair and lifting it up. “Wrap those pretty lips around me, angel. I want to feel that perfect mouth.”

I did as he asked, his flavor exploding on my tongue as I sucked a few inches inside. I moaned against his hot flesh, and his control seemed to break as he lifted me off him and tossed me back onto the mattress. Looming over me, his grey eyes appeared almost black as they burned down at me.

“It’s going have to wait for another time because I can’t wait to be inside you again. Not even another minute.”

He spread my legs open and slid inside with one forceful thrust. I was already hypersensitive, and a little sore from the night before. The way he stretched me inside was almost too much. But the intense pleasure had my nails digging into his shoulders as I fought to not fly apart quite so quickly.

I wanted this to be for Rhys too. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, and I didn’t care that they were bound to leave marks behind. He drove into me deep, hard. I thrilled at the knowledge that I’d feel it with every step I took later. Then his hand slid between us and he circled my swollen clit with his thumb, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Rhys!” I screamed out his name, writhing wildly in his arms as I shattered into what felt like a million pieces.