Page 85 of Dirty Martini
There’s a reason we haven’t been fooling around in the week since my brother’s been back. Elton has beeneverywhere. All the time. Literally. I can’t walk out of my room without running into him, and he’s been wanting to spend every free second of his day with either Rhys or I. Considering I’m still skittish around him, he’s chosen to hog my boyfriend instead.
“Nope,” Rhys says, slowly walking me backwards, only stopping when the back of my knees hit my bed. “He’s seeing his advisor.”
That breaks my resolve. I cave, letting myself fall into Rhys the way I always do. Like there’s just the two of us on the planet. Like he holds my very heart in the palm of his hand.
I drag him until we’re both lying on the bed, him hovering above me as I try to pull his shirt over his head. “It’s been hell. Seeing you and not being able to touch you. Having you so close. I feel so empty without you.”
He nods, almost feverish with the intensity in which his brown eyes sear my skin. The corner of his lips tugs up into a smirk with so much dirty promise. “Not for long.”
Slipping off my shorts, he crawls down my body, mouthing my skin until he reaches my cock. He gives long, languid licks that drive me crazy, focusing on the precum gathering on my tip. With hollowed cheeks, he goes lower and lower until his nose is buried in the dark thatch of hair at the base.
“Your mouth… So fucking amazing. Jesus, Rhys, you’re so good at this,” I groan, petting the back of his head until he’s humming around my length. “Let me fuck your face, please.”
His burning eyes flick up just as he drops his jaw, giving me the silent permission I need. I cup the back of his head and use all my strength to fuck up into him. He’s perfect, incredible, with saliva pooling down his chin and tears in his eyes. Eyes that he keeps locked on me. There’s so much blazing passion there, so much intention, and it makes my toes curl. When I feel my gut tighten, I try to push him off, but he takes my hips with a bruising grip and forces me to keep moving.
“Rhys, I’m going to come,” I whine. I don’t want this to be over so quickly, not when I don’t know the next time we can be with each other like this.
He pops off, replacing his mouth with his hand, not giving me a moment of reprieve. “That’s the point. Have you been touching yourself?”
I shake my head, gritting my teeth as I try to fight my threatening orgasm. “No.”
“You’ve got so much pent-up cum, don’t you, baby?” he teases. His free hand gently fondles my balls, rolling them around like he’s trying to milk the cum out of me. “I think you can let go for me more than once.”
When he’s looking at me like a meal ready to be devoured, somehow powerful, even though he looks like a wreck, there’s nothing I can do but obey him. The pressure of his hand twisting at my head and the way he’s massaging my balls forces the cum out of me. It’s not a hungry inferno that makes me fly off the bed, but more of a slow melting into the comforter that’s just as satisfying.
“Perfect,” he coos, caressing my hip as he smiles at me with pride. “Flip over, baby. I want to look at this hot ass while I pound into it.”
Boneless and cum-drunk, I do as he says. I let him manipulate my body until my ass is hiked in the air and my chest is pressed against the bed. The noises escaping my lips as lubed fingers enter me should be embarrassing, but the way he growls under his breath lets me know that he likes it.
He tags my prostate, and I whimper, squirming to a point where he has to hold me down with a hand between my shoulder blades.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I chant, then cry out when another finger slips in. “Rhys, it’s too much.”
“Hold on, I’ve got you,” he grunts, an almost animalistic tilt to his voice as I feel his head press against my entrance. Ever-so-slowly, he fills me, and the drag of his cock makes my blood heat until I’m sure I’m just a puddle of goo.
The sweet tenderness doesn’t last long, however, because like a man possessed, a trigger is flipped. His nails dig into my ass, using my cheeks as handles as he fucks me like a cocksleeve.
“Damn, Ev. I wish you could see how you take me. Every”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“inch.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, feeling wet tears coat my cheeks. Christ. If I knew getting fucked after coming was going to feel like this, we’d do it more often. “Please, keep fucking me.”
“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping.” Chuckling, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until my back meets his chest. “I’m a fucking part of you, Everest Hill. Can you feel me? Taking up every inch of you? Every single bit that belongs to me.”
I feel all that and more. So much more. I belong to him more than he knows. He knows me better than anyone—the good and the bad—and he takes me as I am. He’s seen me at my worst but still treats me like I’m everything.
I throw my arm back to wrap around his neck, craning my face until our lips are brushing, charging the air between us. “Yes, fuck, Rhys… I l?—”
“Little bro! You in there?”
The moment is crushed. I panic, jerking in his arms as I whip my head toward the door. “Shit! We need to stop?—”
“I locked the door. I can’t stop, baby. Don’t make me. Please,” he begs, fucking me even harder, so desperately, like I’m going to be ripped away from him. “I’m so close. I need you.”
“Ev?”
Closing my eyes, I ignore Elton’s voice and focus on Rhys. My initial reaction was to stop, but you know what, fuck that. Rhys is my boyfriend and I love him—setting aside the fact that he doesn’t know that last part—and I want to feel him finish inside me. Rhys says he needs this? Well, so do I.
Something sick and twisted curls in my gut. A darkness I didn’t know I had clawing its way up my throat. I fall forward,bracing my hands on the mattress and looking over my shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”
