Page 31 of Her Player

It’d been years since I’d sought the touch of another human. Over a decade, even. So very, very long, without the touch of another to remind me just how alive I still was, even after burying so much of myself alongside him.

“Mmmm,” Rhett hummed as he lapped his hot, thick tongue up my slit, “you taste better than I ever thought, Victoria.”

Ever thought?

Did he think about this of...

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as his tongue found my swollen nub.

I prayed to any God listening that neither Coach nor my daughter were anywhere near us. I prayed that Rhett kept an ear out, because I lost myself. His strong, callused hands gripped my thighs, his fingers curling into their softness. His tongue rumbled over my pussy, dipping into my searing heat with an intelligent tongue that knew exactly where to stroke. I hadn’t felt the touch of a man in years. I hadn’t even entertained the idea of being with a man since everything happened.

And yet, at that moment with Rhett, I thought of nothing else.

“Rhett, holy hell. Fuck. Oh, god,” I groaned.

His arms slipped beneath my thighs, giving him leverage to pull me closer. His hot mouth opened up, covering all of me as my body shivered. My hands thrust downward, finding the tendrils of his black hair. I slid my nails along his scalp, gripping him and pulling him even closer. I needed this. I deserved this. I’d earned it.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” I chanted.

He chuckled between my legs before he flattened his tongue over my clit, and I shot through the fucking roof. My eyes rolled back and my vision went white at the edges. My body pulsed. My pussy clenched. My muscles jumped to the rhythm of his stroking, even as I bucked ravenously against his face.

But as my back collapsed to the bed, I didn’t feel him pull away.

If anything, I felt something teasing my swollen entrance.

“Rhett?” I said, barely above a whisper.

But all he did was answer me with a pressure between my legs.

“Oooooh, Rhett,” I groaned as my back arched.

“Just like that, Miss C,” he murmured between my pussy lips before he lapped my slit again, “take it all, just like that.”

His words tightened my core as he helped himself to another finger inside of me. My legs shivered, and I felt him lay his cheek against my thigh. He nuzzled. Nibbled. Bit down into the soft flesh with his teeth. I bucked wildly, his fingers spreading me for the first time in…

I tried to do the math in my head, but it was no use.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett. I—I can’t. I can’t… I don’t know if… if I…”

“Hmmmm?” he hummed against my clit, yanking a whimper from the back of my throat. “I think you’ve got one more in you, sweet girl. I believe in you.”

Then something beautiful happened.

He crooked those fingers inside of me, and my body took flight.

“Oh god,” I choked out as his tongue blanketed my pussy.

He pumped his fingers in time with the rhythm of his tongue, and I swear I got shot into another fucking galaxy. My eyes squeezed tight. I tugged on his hair, bucking against his stubble. It tickled my heated skin. His fingers filled me in a way I hadn’t been filled in a very long time. I’d lost myself in work. Lost myself in raising my daughter. Lost myself in piecing a life back together after such tragedy.

I had neglected myself far too much.

“Come on,” Rhett growled, the primal sound stoking something within me, “I know you’ve got one for me. Don’t hold back.”

“Jesus Christ,” I choked out.

My leg shook like a jackrabbit. My muscles jumped uncontrollably as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. The squelching sounds alone made my stomach do flips. But it was the way he lapped up every drop of arousal I gave him that pushed me over the edge a second time.

“That’s right, eat your fill,” I choked out.