Page 91 of Hide And Seek

Rhys huffed out a quiet laugh, stepping a little closer. “Not exactly.”

I stilled as he closed the remaining space between us, my pulse spiking before I could stop it. “Then what—”

He cut me off, one hand lifting to brush lightly against my jaw before he leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t rough and urgent. Not like yesterday. This time it was slower. Intentional. Like he already knew exactly how I’d respond. Which, annoyingly… I did.

My hands came up to fist in his shirt as his mouth moved against mine, and when his tongue swept across my bottom lip, I opened for him without thinking. A low sound of approvalvibrated in his chest, and the kiss grew hotter, deeper, until my knees felt unsteady.

He walked me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the wooden table that stood by the window. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me onto it, stepping between my legs like he belonged there. His hands slid under my shirt, palms rough and warm against my bare skin.

“Rhys…” I said breathlessly when he finally pulled back.

He didn’t respond. He just kissed me once more, softer this time, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

My breath caught as he dragged my jeans and panties down my legs in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. The cool air of the cabin hit my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze. He looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry, as he hooked my legs over his shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you walked through that door,” he murmured.

Then his mouth was on me.

A sharp cry escaped me at the first slow drag of his tongue over my pussy. He took his time, licking and savoring me like I really was his dessert. When he circled my clit and sucked gently, my hips jerked against his face, and one of his strong hands pressed down on my stomach, holding me still as he devoured me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned against my pussy, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. He licked deeper, tongue pushing inside me before returning to my clit with filthy, wet sounds. “I could eat this pretty pussy for hours.”

My head fell back, fingers threading through his thick hair as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. He slid two fingers inside me then, curling them just right while his mouth focused on my clit, sucking and flicking until I was shaking.

“Rhys… oh my god…”

“Come on my tongue, baby,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster. “Let me taste how sweet you get when you fall apart.”

The orgasm hit me hard then, and I clamped my thighs around his head, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Rhys didn’t stop, licking me through every pulse until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The look in his eyes was pure sin. He pulled me off the table, spun me around, and bent me over it. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, and then the thick head of his cock was nudging my soaked entrance, teasing me.

He leaned over me, lips brushing my ear. “Did you think yesterday was just a one-off?”

I let out a shaky breath, still trying to recover. “Um… yeah, sort of?”

“Fuck no.” His voice dropped lower, rough with need as he rubbed his cock along my slit. “I like you, Alissa. And I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

He thrust into me in one deep stroke, filling me completely. His hand fisted in my hair as he started fucking me hard, the old table creaking beneath us with every powerful snap of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he rasped, slamming into me again and again. “So wet. So tight. This pussy was made for me.”

I could only moan in response, pushing back to meet every thrust. The angle had him hitting a perfect spot inside me over and over, and when his hand slid around to rub my clit, my second orgasm started building fast.

“Come with me this time,” he ordered, voice rough. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock.”

A few more brutal thrusts and I shattered again, crying out his name. He followed right behind me with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard inside me.

For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin was our ragged breathing. He stayed buried deep inside me, pressing soft kisses along the back of my neck as we came down from our highs.

Finally, he pulled out slowly and turned me to face him. His thumb brushed over my flushed cheek, surprisingly gentle.

I leaned into his touch for a moment, still catching my breath, before the warm trickle of his cum running down my inner thigh brought me back to reality.

“I, um… I need to clean up,” I said softly, cheeks heating.