Strings of the Heart (19 page)

Allison’s whimper fueled me on to continue my assault. “More, Rhys,” she whispered, tugging at the strands of my hair. As I reached her mouth again, my tequila-laced lips met hers in a harsh kiss. My hand dipped between her legs to thrust a finger inside her. Sliding a second finger inside her warm, wet walls, I continued licking and sucking her breasts. She felt and tasted just like heaven. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on her pussy. When Allison started to get close, my thumb began to rub her clit. She came with a shriek, clawing my shoulders with her walls clenching around my fingers. I fought to keep the smirk off my face from the fucking ego trip of having her so responsive to me and coming so quickly.

While our lips and tongues melted together, I removed my fingers. Our bodies then began to move in perfect sync. I rubbed my now painful erection against her core, causing us both to hiss with the delicious friction. I continued thrusting my hips against hers. When I thought I might come just from the minimal contact, I pulled away. “Don’t stop!” she cried, grasping for my shoulders.

“I’m just getting started.” As I straddled her, I brought the bottle of tequila to my chest. When the liquid started to trickle down my pecs and abs, Allison sat up to catch it with her tongue. As she licked and sucked the tequila off of me, her hand came to rest on my dick. Throwing my head back, I groaned as she worked me over the soaked boxer briefs. When it all began to be too much, I shook my head.

“Lie back,” I commanded.

Although she gave me a questioning look, she did lie back to rest her head against the pillow. Bringing my hands to her calves, I spread her legs wide, giving me a view of her glistening pussy. I licked my lips in anticipation before sliding between her thighs. Dipping my head, I buried my mouth in her slickness, lapping up the wetness I’d caused earlier. “Rhys!” Allison cried, her hand finding its way to my hair to tug on the strands. Spreading her folds with my fingers, I then thrust my tongue inside her. As I began to find a rhythm, Allison’s hips bucked in time with my tongue, and she mewled with pleasure. I continued to alternate between sucking her clit and tonguing her deep. She jerked my hair hard as she began to come again.

With the walls of Allison’s pussy still pulsing, I reluctantly pulled away. I slid off the bed to drop my boxer briefs. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out the gold foil package. After tearing open the wrapper, I slid the condom down my length. When I dropped back down onto the bed, Allison opened her thighs for me. Positioning myself between them, the head of my cock nudged against her slick opening. As our lips fused together, I thrust into Allison. She felt like every man’s dream—wet, scorching hot, tight, and made for my dick.

Pulling my mouth from hers, I focused on her eyes. “You okay?” I panted.

She smiled. “Oh yes.”

God, she was so beautiful. So sexy. So responsive. Even though I knew she was all right, I didn’t speed up the pace. Although it was torturous keeping it slow and steady, I knew she was getting more out of it that way. After a few minutes of languid strokes, I sped up the pace of thrusts. Allison wrapped her legs around my buttock ass, drawing me closer and deeper inside her. Our shared breaths and skin slapping together joined the knocking sound. It was a punishing but aching burn that rippled through my body, but I didn’t dare stop. It felt too fucking good to stop. She felt too fucking good to stop.

Allison wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing my lips back to hers. My tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, mimicking the actions of my dick below. I never wanted it to end—I wanted to stay deep inside Allison forever. It was a feeling I hadn’t experienced many times before. I couldn’t help wondering if it was the alcohol or being with Allison.

As I felt her walls begin to tighten around me, I dipped my hand between us to stroke her swollen clit. Allison’s mouth jerked away from mine to cry out as her walls clenched and released against my dick. I continued to pump furiously into her until I felt my own release begin. “Allison, oh fuck,” I muttered, as I collapsed onto her.

While I worked to catch my breath, Allison’s fingers trailed the sweat-stained strands of my hair. As my head lay against her chest, I could hear the beating of her heart. I inhaled of her skin. “You smell like chlorine,” I blurted very ineloquently.

Allison giggled. “I think it’s because we went swimming.”

Raising my head, I grinned at her. “We did. Didn’t we?”

She nodded her head. “I wish you could’ve seen yourself. One minute you were suggesting we go swimming, and then the next, you were jumping in the pool with all your clothes on.”

“It was fun though, wasn’t it?”

“I promise I’m not complaining. I’m just sorry I smell like chlorine.”

“I think we can fix that.” With a wink, I rose off of her, even though I wanted to stay close to her warm body. “Let’s go shower.”

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losing my eyes, I let the steam envelop me along with the feel of Rhys’s hands on my body. I’d been all for taking a shower, but I hadn’t realized that it would mean another round with Rhys. Not that I was complaining. No, I was in the place where my most wonderful dreams and fantasies had come true. I’d finally been with Rhys—he had taken me fully, mind, soul, and now body. I’d always known it would be good. I just hadn’t realized exactly how good it would be.

When he brought his wet hand between my thighs and began to stroke me, I moaned and closed my eyes. “God, it’s like you’re playing my clit just like you would a piece of music.”

“I’m awfully good with my fingers.”

My eyes snapped open when I realized I had actually voiced the finger playing comment aloud. As mortification rocketed through me, Rhys grinned at me. “Let me oblige the fantasy a little further.” He then shifted my hips to where I was in front of him, like I was the cello between his legs. Experiencing the real feel of his fingers was so much more intense than when I had watched him playing his cello earlier. While just the memory sent a tingling over my skin, my body was now alight with exquisite sensation as Rhys moved his fingers with the same glorious precision between my legs.

As I lay my head back on his chest, one of his hands came to cup and knead my breast while the other went back between my thighs. Spreading my legs further apart, I gave him more room to work the magic of his fingers over me. I thrust my hips against his hand, letting his fingers plunge deeper and deeper inside me. Gripping his biceps, I squeezed them tight as the first waves of orgasm overtook me. When I finished and my eyes opened again, I found Rhys staring down at me, watching me absorb the pleasure.

“You’re so sexy when you come.”

I couldn’t help blushing at his response. “I’m not used to coming that hard or so much. At least not with a guy.”

Rhys raised his brows at me. “What do you mean?”

With a shy smile, I replied, “You’re really going to make me say it, huh?” When he still continued staring at me in confusion, I reached my hands up to cup his face. “You are the only person I’ve been with who has ever made me come that hard.”

His eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” When a smirk curved on his lips, I smacked his chest. “Don’t make me regret telling you that.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry, but that’s too fucking hot not to get stoked about.”

Turning around in his arms, I brought my hand between us to stroke his growing erection. “I guess it’s your turn now.”

“To get clean or get off?”

“A little of both.” I sank down on my knees in front of him. His hooded eyes gazed down at me as I flicked my tongue over the head of his erection. He shuddered at the minimal contact. I then alternated between licking it from root to tip and then suctioning the head. Then I took the length into my mouth, bobbing up and down. When I began to hum as I took his length deeper in my mouth, Rhys hissed with what I assumed was pleasure. His hands tangled in the wet strands of my hair, watching as my lips worked up and down his cock.

Sliding my hands between his legs, I gently tugged and massaged his balls. “Oh fuck, Allison,” Rhys said, throwing his head back against the tile. I let his erection fall from my mouth to dip my head and take his balls in my mouth. I sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, all the while sliding my hand up and down on his dick.

A tremor ran through his body. He jerked my hair back, but I sucked his cock back into my mouth. I continued sucking hard and fast until I felt his hips buck and the start of his cum spurt into my mouth. Rhys cursed and cried out my name, his head making a loud noise as it banged back against the tile. I licked him dry before I got up off my knees.

As he pulled his head off the wall, he appraised me with a dazed expression that seemed to express total and complete satisfaction. I knew then if he didn’t say a word, I had done well. “You’re wearing a pleased little smirk there,” he said.

When I burst into laughter, I quickly brought my hand over my mouth. “I could say the same for you,” I replied, my words somewhat muffled behind my hand.

Rhys grinned. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before we turn into prunes.”

I nodded. Rhys reached past me to turn off the shower. He opened the glass door and motioned for me to go out first. I stepped out onto the tiled floor and then reached for a towel. Rhys took it from me and then proceeded to dry my arms and shoulders before dropping down to dry my thighs and legs. “Such personal service from my lord,” I teased, when he brought himself back up.

“Nothing but the best for you, my little wench.”

I smacked him playfully on the arm. Once I wrapped in my towel, I took another off the rack and began to dry off Rhys. The longer my hands stayed on him, rubbing the terry cloth over his body, the more I wanted him buried deep inside me. Again. I wasn’t the only one ready for another round. Rhys’s growing erection rested against my thigh.

“Let’s go to bed.” He then led me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “Get on your hands and knees,” Rhys commanded, causing me to shiver. Normally, I wasn’t in to being told what to do, but the fact that it was him made all the difference.

After I dropped the towel, I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward the center. When I reached it, I gazed back at him over my shoulder. I couldn’t resist wiggling my ass at him. “Come on, Rhys. Don’t make me wait for it,” I urged.

“Do you like it hard?” he asked, as he eased down onto the bed behind me.

“Hmm, yes.”

When he smacked my ass cheek, the sound reverberated around the room, causing me to jump out of my skin. “You like that, too?”

“Yes,” I hissed. Peering over my shoulder into his lust-filled eyes, I commanded, “Do it again.”

This time he smacked my opposite cheek, and I moaned, my fingers gripping the sheets. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to have him. “Please, Rhys.” I felt his weight leave the mattress and then he was rustling in the nightstand drawer for a condom. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before I felt him positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.

When he plunged deep into me, we both cried out. There was nothing like the feel of having Rhys inside me. All the nights of fantasizing about him converged on this moment. I tightened my walls around him, causing a groan to rumble through his chest. The sound caused even more moisture to pool between my legs. There was something so erotic about hearing his sounds of pleasure and knowing I had caused them.

As my long hair fanned out over my back, Rhys reached up to tangle his fingers in it. When he jerked my head back, I moaned and bit my lip. Bending over me, Rhys leaned down to where his lips brushed against my face. “You do like it rough and hard, don’t you?”

“Just with you. Only with you,” I panted, turning my head so that my face could rub against his. And it was the truth.

“That’s right. Only I get to take you like this,” he replied. I could tell my words had stroked his ego that he was the first one to really be like this with me, just like with the orgasms. But what he still was missing was that I could let myself go and feel so deeply because I truly loved him with every fiber of my being. As he continued pounding into me, our shower soon became a waste as our bodies became coated with the sheen of sweat caused by our exertions.

I gasped when Rhys pulled out of me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as he rocked back on his knees, resting his feet under his buttocks. He reached for my hips and eased me up onto my knees as well. When my back was tight against his chest, he reentered me. The sensation was almost overpowering. He and I both groaned at the depth he reached as he entered me.

As Rhys started slowly gliding in and out of me, I started to see the benefit of this position. He was able to reach around me to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, or he could dip his hand down to stroke me between my legs. As my head fell back against his shoulder, I brought a hand up to tangle through the strands of his dark hair.

My heart melted when Rhys dipped his face down to meet my lips in a frantic kiss. The instant he plunged his tongue into my mouth, I came. “Rhys! Oh God!” I cried, as my walls shuddered. As I was still riding my orgasm, Rhys eased me down onto my stomach and began to pump furiously until he came.