Slowly, he removes his fingers.
I turn in his lap and throw my arms around his shoulders. Leaning up, I kiss him as I reach between us where his cock is poking through his boxer briefs. I lower the waistband, and it bobs up between us.
“Sit on the deck.” I pat the area right behind him. When he doesn’t budge, I bat my eyelashes. “Please.” He smirks, then does as I ask. “Take these off.” I tug on his underwear, and he stands to lower them before he sits again.
I let myself stare at his huge dick. It’s beautiful and smooth. He’s arrow-straight with a large, swollen head. I run my finger over the tip where it weeps.
Amber is a stupid, stupid woman.
After I wedge myself between his muscular thighs, I rake my nails down his chest before I kiss my way down his incredible body. I nibble his neck, nip his pecs, and lick his ridged abs. His breathing kicks up as I take a nice, slow swipe of my tongue across his swollen head. I glance up at him. He watches me through hooded eyes.
Rhett grips my hair again. Tight. “Open your mouth.” I shiver at the command in his voice. Just to mess with him, I don’t comply. Instead, I rub his dick against my lips, and he growls. “Paige.”
I grab his length in one hand and his balls in the other and take him in my mouth. He grunts, and I’m pleased that I’ve reduced him to non-syllabic communication.
As I watch him watch me, I suck on his head, lick the tip, then take him to the back of my throat where I choke on him.
“Christ, you feel incredible.” His grip on my hair tightens. “Smack my leg if this is too much.”
I have no idea what he means until he uses my hair to drag me up and down his cock.
It’s rough.
I love it.
I love that I make him lose control.
I bob up a few times before he holds me down. My nails dig into his thighs, but I don’t let up, even when I choke. I’m totally getting off on the fact that I’m giving Rhett Walker head. I’m the one who’s going to make him fall apart. I want this to be the best blow job he’s ever had. And if I suffocate in the process, so be it.
When he lets me up, I gasp for breath.
“Too much?” he asks, concerned.
“Shut up.” I take him in my mouth again and relish when he takes his thumb and rubs my lip that’s stretched wide around him. I tug gently on his balls, and his dick jerks. He’s close.
So I tongue that slit as I suck his head, then shove him down the back of my throat again.
He grunts, “I’m gonna come.”
No shit. I almost laugh, but I can’t because I’m holding myself down on him.
With a groan, he spurts his release. Pulse after pulse, I swallow him down.
In the distance, I hear a chime.
Focus, Paige.
But then he lets out a curse. “I need to get that.”
Stunned, I watch him gently push me back. He gets up, roots around in his jeans, and pulls out his phone.
He did not just pull me off his dick to take a phone call.
“This better be important,” he says as he’s standing there with his hard dick that looks like it’s ready to come again. After a few seconds, he curses again. “I’ll be there in twenty. Tell her to calm her ass down.”
Next thing I know, he’s shoving on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Paige, but I need to run.”
What? He’s leaving?
