His hips thrust forward and freeze. Warm ropes of his cum fall onto my stomach, as he groans a fuck yes.
Once Rhys’s cock has stopped pulsing in his grip, he leans forward to steal a kiss. And I let him. What I thought was going to be a peck, turns into more than just a simple kiss. He doesn’t deepen it, making it somehow feel more intimate.
“Let’s have a shower.”
I’m wearing a post orgasm goofy smile, and he has his signature cocked to one side smirk.
RHYS
Fuck. That was amazing.
When we get into the shower, reality hits her, and me aswell, but I want to stay in this bubble a little longer. I stand behind her and kiss along her shoulder.
“I know what you’re going to say, and I agree.” She doesn’t know what I’m going to say but I don’t say anything, letting her continue. “But can we just pretend that this is our normal, you and me? Then when we step out, I can go back to the sister of your best friend.”
I don’t want to pretend that this didn’t happen. I want to do it again and again and then maybe some more. But do I say that? Of course not. Instead, I say “Okay.” Because eventually she will go back to New South Wales, and I’ll stay here.
The water is turned off all too soon and we’re stepping out to dry off, get dressed, and pretend we just didn’t have amazing fucking sex.
Confirming her stance, our stance I guess, “This was a one-time thing?”
“Yep.” She turns and looks over her shoulder. “Won’t happen again.”
I nod and watch as she leaves the bathroom.
We go about the rest of our day as if nothing happened. But every now and then I catch her staring. I know because she catches me a few times as well.
If I had the way she came apart simply by fucking herself on my thigh etched into my brain, then the way my cock felt wrapped in her cunt is seared into my brain.
When dinner rolls around, Beau is looking at us with a stupid grin on his face. Leaning down, I tell Morgan I think he knows. But she simply waves her hand. “We’ll just play dumb.”
Easier said than done, when I can still taste her cum on my tongue.
“Brent said there’s another bus coming in the next couple of days.”
I look to Morgan, who just shrugs. “Sounds like we might get our cocks wet then.” Even I hate the way I sound, but Beau eats it up.
“Fucking-A.”
I don’t miss the way Morgan looks equally hurt and disgusted. She wanted what happened this afternoon to be a one off, never to happen again. And I agreed. This is the reality of that.
Morgan asks Beau about him and Davis, and he simply replies with, “We like sharing.”
Her eyes almost bug out of her head.
“Maybe I will meet someone.”
Anger like nothing before stokes in me. Meet someone? I take a breath.She isn’t mine. She’s leaving. One time thing.
Trying to play it off, I look at her and shrug just the way she did to me. “Looks like we might all get lucky.”
“I hope so. I can’t remember the last time I came.” She smirks at me, daring me to mention she only came a couple hours ago. Over my cock, her greedy cunt begging for more.
“I don’t know. You don’t always close your bedroom door, Princess.”
Instead of getting angry, or embarrassed, she has a rebuttal ready. “Well, I have to do it myself, no one here worth fucking.”
My nostrils flare. She’s trying to get a rise, and it’s working. I can’t believe she is the one with the current upper hand.
