Chapter Twenty-Eight

Emma

"E mma …" Rhyse protested gently.

Protested between kisses.

I stroked his hair out of his eyes, admiring the clarity of the slightly different tones of green from up close. "Do you not want to do this?"

The growl that filled the house shook the windows. "I very much do want to do this as you can tell by how hard my cock is," he said emphatically. "I want this, I want you. But I need to know it's what you want, and it's not your way of apologizing. I am not interested in your pity."

Sighing, I kissed him, letting myself be drawn into the heat of his lips for just a moment.

"We're going to do this because we want to," I assured him, continuing to stroke his hard cock, just light enough to make it twitch every now and then. "That's what I realized down there. That you and I … we're connected and that you aren't like the others. I knew that on a shallow level before, but I got it then. When you were the only one to care about me when I was in distress. When you blasted Killian, knowingly putting yourself in the path of his retaliation just so you had some time to attend to me without interruption. That showed me who you really were. That you were the type of man I … I liked."

"You like me because I hit other guys with bolts of lightning?" he teased awkwardly, unable to take the compliment straight-on.

"I mean, it is kind of badass," I said with a smirk. "And hot."

"So, you're sure there's no pity-apology sex aspect?"

"That plays no part in my desire to take you to bed," I told him honestly, not hiding any emotions.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "You're still hiding something."

I grinned. "Are some of the things I'm about to do to you perhaps a little more … emphatic than normal because I was a bitch? Maybe. But you're just going to have to accept that because it's also going to happen when you're extra awesome or having a bad day or just generally when I feel like it."

"Things you're about to do to me?" he echoed somewhat suspiciously. "And what would those be?"

I grinned wickedly. "Take your pants off, and you'll see."

Fabric ripped as Rhyse quite literally tore his pants off with one hand, including his underwear. "Done."

Laughing, I slid to the floor between him and the bed. Before he could say another word, I shoved his cock as far down my throat as I could.

Rhyse groaned deeply, his cock swelling even more. I gagged slightly, in surprise more than anything, but he still immediately pulled away. Reaching around as fast as I could, I grabbed his ass cheeks firmly and pulled him back in, relaxing my throat to welcome his cock.

My lack of gag reflex was a secret weapon I employed ruthlessly when merited. As I did now, looking up at Rhyse, his eyes on the verge of rolling into the back of his head.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he growled, one hand stroking my head. "Good girl."

I shivered, tingles running down my spine. I was not the type of woman to be treated like an object. I demanded respect and attention, and knew I was worth it.

But those two words, coming from this man as I was on my knees to please him, had me dripping wet. I rubbed my pussy through my pants, trying to satisfy the sudden throbbing from my clit filling my entire body, demanding I pay attention to it.

Rhyse must have noticed because his cock flexed in my mouth. "That's so hot. Keep playing with yourself for me, baby. Touch your pussy."

Both his hands landed on the side of my head as he took control, slowly fucking my mouth. Drool spilled from my mouth, dribbling down the sides of my chin and onto my tits.

The instant Rhyse saw that, his balls tightened, and I knew what would happen next.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I'm going to come!"

Shoving my hand down my pants, I frantically rubbed my clit as he filled my mouth with hot cum, stream after stream of it. I swallowed it as fast as it came out, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, feeling the pulse of each spasm as Rhyse moaned and groaned loudly, his fingers in my hair.

Everything tightened in me, and I pulled back as I, too, cried out, the world exploding in a sea of bright white light while ecstasy flooded every nerve ending as I came hard.

"Holy shit," Rhyse grunted. "You're so hot."

A small splash of cum hit my cheek, but I barely noticed before flopping my head back onto the bed, breathing hard as my lower body shook from the orgasm still numbing my brain with wonderful golden bliss.

"Sorry that was so fast," he said, bending down to casually lift me from the floor and place me on my back on the bed where I could sprawl out comfortably.

I waved feebly. "I had some fun, too. Don't mention it."

"I can see that," he said, massaging my spit into my breasts as I lay there, making them shine. "This is so hot, the way you get all messy like that."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, still in a daze. I hadn't intended to get that messy, but … when in Rome and all that.

"I more than liked it." There was added bass in his voice.

My eyes popped open again just as he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

"Rhyse," I started to protest. Any further words died the second his tongue found my clit. "Okay, maybe this is fine," I murmured, grabbing at my breasts without thinking.

"Yes, touch yourself like that," he said through a mouthful of pussy, his tongue softly and gently exploring everywhere, teasing me as he reset my body and prepared it for more pleasure.

I pinched my nipples, back arching to the sky as he slipped a finger inside me, grazing my G-spot ever so lightly.

It was my turn to moan and writhe as his mouth pleasured me, something I'd been looking forward to on more than one occasion since the last time. He was a master, unafraid to dive in and do whatever it took to get me off.

In this case, it was a combination of tongue and finger that pushed me right to the edge and then over it. I bucked and twisted, but Rhyse easily overpowered me with his other arm, keeping his tongue working against my clit until I slumped down into the bed, thoroughly spent for the moment.

Wiping his face with the back of his arm, Rhyse stood up, positioning himself between my legs. His cock was already hard again—still hard? I hadn't been in the right frame of mind to notice—and he gently rubbed it against my opening, teasing me, preparing me to take him.

"Nuh-uh," I said, waving a finger as I moved out of the way, patting the bed.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Lie down," I said.

Rhyse lay on his back, his cock lying against his stomach. Throwing one leg over him, I reached behind me and grabbed his shaft, holding it steady as I lowered myself onto it, groaning delightedly with every inch that filled me up.

Large hands first grabbed my waist but soon slid up my sides to cup my breasts, holding them and playing with my nipples as I rode his cock up and down in slow bursts until I could easily take his entire length inside me.

There was no more need for words at that point. We caught glances and exchanged smiles and facial expressions, but the only sound was the mixing of his groans and my moans as I leaned forward, hands on his rock-hard chest, fingers digging in while I ground against him. Faster. And faster. And faster.

"Emma," he hissed at last.

"Uh-huh," I cried, too caught up in the onrushing locomotive that was my pleasure bearing down on me like an avalanche. "Do it. I want. Please."

Rhyse's hands found my hips as he shouted, lifting me slightly and holding me perfectly still. He thrust into me from below, rocking my body with every rough impact. My tits and ass shook wildly, but he never slowed. I didn't care. I was screaming his name as he unloaded deep inside me, filling me with his second load of the night while my walls clamped down around him, milking him for every last drop.

At some point, I slumped forward, the only thing keeping me upright were his hands on my hips. I settled down onto his cock before slumping forward onto his chest, gasping for air, too weak to sit up.

Long fingers stroked my spine while Rhyse made deep pleased sounds from underneath me.

Nothing intelligible was said for several minutes until I rolled off him and lay on the sheets, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own endorphin glow as it buoyed me up. The warmth of it made me so light and airy I thought I might float away.

"Maybe I should be mean to you more often," I murmured through that murky ecstasy high. "That was good ."

"We could do it without the insulting comments," he said. "I wouldn't object."

I laughed, reaching out to stroke his arm. "That's understandable. I can work with that. Although, I'll be honest, I don't get why it's an insult anyway. You don't seem to have any problems that I can see. What did he mean by it?"

They were the wrong words to speak. Rhyse stiffened then got off the bed.

Before I really knew what was happening, the door to his bedroom shut. A second later, it locked.

I stared at the open door he'd disappeared through.

"What the fuck did I say now ?" I muttered to the empty air.