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I take a step backward as he slowly stalks toward me. Not because I’m running away. No, I want to get as much of the full picture of him walking toward me as I can. He’s stalking me, like a hunter who’s scented his prey. I’ve never wanted to be caught and devoured so badly.
When my back hits the bar, a sly grin tips up the corners of Rhys mouth. He licks his bottom lip as if he can taste me in the air, and my entire body responds. I’m so hot I want to strip my dress off, so I do.
I reach behind me and pull at the zipper until the gown falls to my feet. Rhys stops in his tracks, his chest heaving.
I’m not wearing a bra, because why would I? But I am wearing a pair of tiny lace underwear that Miri told me I had to get. Ruby said I should wear a pair of granny panties. I hadn’t even wanted to ask what that meant. Lena is Rhys’s sister, so that was not a conversation I’d wanted to have with her. Seeing the way Rhys is looking at me now, his eyes caught on the tiny scrap of lace, I’m starting to think I should invest in a few more pairs of sexy panties.
“Are you trying to torture me?” Rhys asks, resuming his progress toward me. “You look fucking edible.” His hands are on my waist in the next second and he lifts me onto the bar. My hands automatically move to his shoulders so I can brace myself, and my legs part so he can stand between them. His large hands travel up and down my sides, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as they do. When he hums, the sound travels straight to the center of me.
“I think I should have a taste.”
Rhys lowers his head. His mouth carves a scorching path of heat from my neck and down my chest, his teeth scraping over one nipple and then the other. He doesn’t stop there, though. His mouth keeps descending, pressing kisses to my belly before he buries his face between my thighs and inhales like the scent of me is a drug.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Rhys groans against my lace panties and I moan at the feeling of his hot breath through the flimsy fabric.
“Lay back,” Rhys commands and I obey. As if I would do anything other than exactly what he’s telling me to.
The bar is cool on my back, but it feels good against my heated flesh. We’re at the end of the bar farthest away from the door. No one could see us even if they were peering in with their face pressed up against the windows. Still, there’s something about being exposed in the middle of Rhys’s bar that makes it that much more exciting.
Rhys tugs at my panties and I lift my hips to help him pull them off. He shoves them in his pocket, eyes never leaving mine.
“Let me get a taste,” Rhus murmurs, his hands sliding up my thighs. He spreads me wide, and I writhe under his touch. He doesn’t tease or draw out the anticipation. He dives in like he’s starved for me. I cry out, my back arching off the bar as my hands slap down against the wood, looking for something to hold on to. I curl my fingers around the edge of the bar and then let my other hand drift to the midnight locks of Rhys’s hair.
His mouth and tongue are frenzied, like he’s lost his mind, and I am his medicine. It’s so much sensation at once, a tornado of pleasure as his tongue licks and flicks and then he sucks on my clit until I see stars.
“Rhys, I…Rhys.” I can’t get out any other words because my body is suspended on the cusp of exploding. Two fingers slide into me while Rhys’s tongue decimates any control I thought I had. My thighs clench around his head. My fingers dig into his hair, as my body draws up like tightly stretched twine that finally snaps.
“Yes, Rhys. I’m coming. So hard.” I gasp, my body shaking and convulsing as he keeps going, not relenting on his all out assault.
Everything is so sensitive that I try to push him away, but he doesn’t let me. His arm is locked over my hips, holding me in place while he keeps feasting on me. He quickly brings me back to the edge way sooner than should be physically possible.
“I’m gonna…” I pant, crying out and unable to get the words out to finish that sentence. The world grows a little hazy and I don’t have any control of my limbs as I spasm on top of the bar.
Rhys picks me up, my arms and legs locking around his shoulders and waist automatically. Even my head feels lax and heavy. I drop it to his shoulder, using the opportunity to press kisses to the fevered skin of his neck.
“Fuck,” Rhys growls as he walks me back toward his office. “I really want to just fuck you on top of this bar, but it’s hard as hell. I’m not gonna make it up to my apartment, though.”
Rhys grabs my fancy hairdo, tugging my head back. He drops his mouth to mine as he navigates through the bar, somehow missing all the tables and chairs. The hallway is dark, but I trust Rhys to lead us anywhere.
He stops just outside his office, my back hitting the wall as he fumbles with the doorknob. I can feel his hand working on the door behind us, but my body has a mind of its own. I rock my hips and trying to grind on Rhys’s hard dick. I just came twice and I’m still dying to have him inside me. To feel him move in me, claim me, own my body with his.
“Fuck it.” Rhys abandons his task, and his hand is back on my ass, holding me in place. “I can’t wait another damn minute.”
I giggle, loving how desperate and frustrated he sounds. I don’t know how he manages to hold me up and somehow get his belt unbuckled, but I’m not laughing in the next moment when his hard shaft slams into me.
“Rhys,” I gasp, my head falling back and knocking against the wall as he stretches me with his thick length. Nothing has ever felt as good as this. The way he makes me feel treasured and sexy at the same time. I never knew that was possible.
There’s nothing gentle or slow about the way he’s taking me. It’s all need and frenzy and instinct. The drive for pleasure, both mine and his.
“Christ, I can feel you squeezing around me, and you’re so wet.” Rhys breathes hard as his head dips to the crook of my neck.
His teeth scrape over my skin, his mouth nips and sucks, marking up my skin as his hips piston. His cock thrusts into me again and again until my orgasm rips through me in a violent wave of ecstasy. I can’t even scream, can’t get Rhys’s name from my lips because the pleasure is so intense my body locks up, jerking and trembling. The orgasm goes on and on as Rhys keeps plunging into me, prolonging my ecstasy until I’m one endless being of rapture.
“Zara.” Rhys pulls his head from my neck, gazing down at me with complete devotion.
No one has ever looked at me the way he does. No one ever treated me like I was precious. Tears fill my eyes from the intense feelings beating in my chest and the overload of satisfaction and contentment.
“Zara. Mine. My love. Mine,” Rhys rumbles against my lips, punctuating each word with a thrust. His lips crush against mine in a soul rending kiss as he drives into me one last time, groaning into my mouth as he comes deep inside me.
We stay locked like that, my back pressed up against the wall and Rhys’s weight pushing against me.
“This hallway is trouble.” Rhys chuckles and I can feel it reverberate through my body.
“Is this part of the prom experience?” I grin, smiling into another kiss, making it sloppy, but it feels too perfect to care.
“It is for this prom. I never went to my actual prom, so not that one. I doubt anything could have topped this.”
All these experiences they’ve all set up for me, none of them had them either. I guess we all needed to recapture some of what we missed out on in our broken pasts.
