Page 39 of The Nice Guy
“You’re my girlfriend,” he says, his voice strained as he lets me free him from his jeans.
His eyes never leave me as I slide his jeans down his legs, and he only moves to kick off his boots and step out of the denim. There’s no other sound in the air besides our labored breathing and the thud of his clothes on the floor. I swear, every sense is heightened as we stand so intimately close together.
Reaching into the fly of his boxer briefs, I guide his cock out and gasp at his size while I stroke him. “Wow, she was right. What you did last night… Was it something like this?”
Rhett swallows before breathing deeply, his stomach sucked in slightly. “It was faster, but your hands feel much better.”
Biting my lower lip, I lock eyes with him before slowly lowering to my knees. He stares in awe as I gingerly pull his boxers to his ankles, letting him step out of them.
He tucks his shirt over his head until we’re matching in our birthday suits, and my tongue slides out of my mouth to lick his tip in a swirling motion.
The way his breathing hitches makes me want this as much as he does, and I take him as far into my mouth as possible. He’s larger than most of the men I’ve been with in the past, and I have to use my hand to help.
He gently runs his hand through my hair until he reaches the back of my head to cup it and help guide me to the rhythm he likes. My cheeks hollow as I suck, and he lets out a shaky breath.“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he says and moans.
I’m thankful Rhett doesn’t try to push me to take him further than I can handle because I have a sensitive gag reflex. So thankful that I swirl my tongue, making him moan again, I use my free hand to play with the boys. Rolling them around in my palm, my right hand strokes him in time with my mouth.
I have no idea how much time passes, but it doesn’t matter. Going down on men has always been a necessary chore I didn’t really enjoy, but hearing Rhett’s moans of pleasure and words of affirmation that he likes what I’m doing changes that. I want to hear him like this all the time.
I’ve been complimented on my oral skills before. If something needs to be done, I want to do it well, but it’s different with Rhett. I have this deep-rooted desire to please him unlike I’ve ever felt with anyone else. I want to give him everything he wants to the point it’s as overwhelming for him as it is for me. These feelings only grow.
“Bryn, you feel so good,” he moans. “I’m gonna…”
His body tightens, the soft skin in my palm pulling upwards, and I continue to love him, sucking hard until his release shoots into the back of my throat. I learned a long time ago to just swallow. The only thing worse than the texture is the taste, but I surprisingly don’t mind this. In fact, I kind of like how he tastes.
My lips curl into a smile when I release him, and I look up to find him panting, the hand he used to cup my head now resting on his chest. The look on his face is nothing short of adoration, and all nervousness disappears. All I’m left with is want.
“Just so you know, as much as I hoped this would happen, it’s not what I expected when I came over today,” he says and swallows. “Always hope, never expect.”
I stand and take in the sight of him. He has dark hair all along his body, from his legs up to his chest, and it’s quite differentfrom Kevin’s hair-free one. I smile as I get the full visual of my assumption. He may not have abs, but he’s strong and solid. Large arms and thighs with well-defined calves and forearms. Everything about Rhett screamsman.
“What?” he asks, looking down at himself.
“I’m just admiring the view,” I say with a smile.
The smile disappears with the intensity of his gaze when he looks back up at me, and it takes my breath away.
“What was the other thing you needed?”
Blinking, I break our intense gaze to find the ability to speak again. “I was hoping you’d help me with the ache I’ve had since last night. I wasn’t quite able to relieve it myself. Not to complete satisfaction.”
“Are you sure this is what you want, Brynlee? This is really fast, and oh my God, Rhett, shut up,” he says.
Laughing, I climb onto the bed, leaning on my elbows to give him a better view of what I’m offering. “I don’t know if you remember the specifics of my rule, but it was dating a whileordefining a relationship. You called me your girlfriend, so I think we’ve defined it. And I honestly think I might explode if you don’t touch me soon, Rhett.”
I run my fingers down my collarbone before circling a pebbled nipple, and my legs open wide to let him know exactly what I want.
He finally steps towards me, and his long, strong fingers reach the apex of my thighs. The moment his rough fingertips touch my aching and swollen clit, I nearly jump off the bed. And when he twists it gently between two fingers, I gasp and stare down at him. This man knows exactly what he’s doing, and I want more. So much more.
“Is this what you did last night?”
I nod and try to calm myself by breathing deeply. “Not quite as good, but yes.”
He leans over me, his fingers never leaving my body, and he kisses me. His teeth capture my bottom lip, and he pulls it slightly before moving to kiss my neck. He continues to kiss and lick down until he finds the nipple I’d circled, sucking harder than I expected to enjoy. Instead of pain, it sends a lightning bold directly to my need, which seems fitting considering it feels like a thunderstorm brewing between my legs as he continues to build me up before slowing back down.
“Rhett,” I beg, desperate for relief.
“I want this to be good for you,” he murmurs against my skin, moving down again with a trail of kisses and licks until his face rests between my legs.
