AllFreeNovel
Share Us
48
SARAH
Itake full breaths as we sit on the largest sofa. They do little to calm my racing pulse. Am I really doing this? It’s wild. Casual sex is one thing. Casual sex with my bestie’s husband? Many people would consider it wrong, despite us being here at Violet’s prompting, and with her full knowledge. He’s taken. Married. And—
And he’s not Marius.
I refuse to acknowledge that wayward thought as Rhys presses his lips at the corner of my jaw, close to my neck, sending shivers through my skin.
Then he kisses lower, along my skin, tracing a trail to my collarbone, teasing me.
Oh—he’sgoodat this.
“You do have the most wondrous proportions, don’t you Sarah?” he tells me, hands clasping my waist.
I release a shaky breath, as Rhys firmly lifts me up, to place me right on his lap. He never stops kissing my skin, towards my breasts, while his hands move even lower, lower, until he’s cupping my ass.
“They don’t quite make sense. That tiny little waist, this fat ass, and those fucking insane tits.” His mouth reaches the neck of my PJ top.
Rather than using his hands, still stroking my ass, he brings his teeth to the lacy edge of the fabric, and drags it down, until my nipple is poking out. Then he brings his mouth to it and sucks.
I gasp, my back arching towards him. His hands travel back up to the elastic waistband of my pants, and move down, taking the PJs with them. I don’t have to wait for him to tell me to lift my ass up so he can lower them past my hips, past my thighs, all the way to my knees.
I’m bare underneath; I don’t tend to sleep in any clothes at all. The PJs are an investment I made to account for dorm life, in case I ever need to get out of my room in a hurry. They wait under my pillow until then. I put them on to get my tea earlier, but I didn’t bother with underwear. I flush, because I haven’t shaved since their pool party. I’ve never been hairy, so there’s only a dusting of soft hair, but still.
Rhys doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice. He’s too busy sucking and licking my tits, his hands bringing me closer, until my heated core is flush against his steely hardness. Yes.Yes. I want that. I want him. Or maybe not specifically him, but I want a hard cock driving right there, into the burning depth screaming for attention inside me.
“Gosh, you truly are already burning, aren’t you?” Rhys asks, a smile curving up his lips. “Only you don’t quite know how to get yourself over the edge.”
That’s exactly my problem; I need a tool. And that’s what Rhys Voss has volunteered to be today. A living, breathing dildo with a deep voice, teasing fingers, and a warm, clever mouth. My emotional involvement with him is at exactly zero. He’s a friend; he’ll never be anything more than a friend. My heart doesn’t even twitch, staying completely out of my fun time. My pussy, by contrast, is tingling in happiness, delighted to finally, finally, get the attention it deserves.
I’ve never had sex voluntarily. Not once. I suppose Rhys is taking my consent virginity—arguably, it might belong to Marius, given the fact that I took him in my mouth of my own volition yesterday. Either way, it’s glorious, and I’m reveling in it.
As one of his hands dips between my thighs, the other cups my breasts. He keeps his gaze steady on me, watching me closely as he moves, slow, soft at first.
It’s…nice.
“That’s not your pace, is it?” he observes.
His thumb presses my clit, just as he presses my nipples between two fingers, and closes his mouth on my earlobe, raking his teeth over it. I whimper softly.
“Ah, that’s more like it. You’re a pain slut.”
I think Marius called me that, and it feels accurate enough.
Rhys squeezes my clit, pulling it, before chuckling against my ear. “Oh, yeah. I think what you need is a good old hate-fuck.”
He half snorts, the fingers teasing my core curving deeper inside me.
My hips move of their own volition, rubbing all over his hand.
“You want it hard and rough. You want to scream.Beg.” He moves faster and faster. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, hating the admission.
His blue eyes shine in a way that shows me clearly what he is underneath it all. Dangerous. Just as much as Marius, if not more.
“That’s not my place,” Rhys tells me, hand moving faster, purposely fast driving me toward a cliff.“You’re not my toy to break.”
