Strings of the Heart (Runaway Train #3)(48)

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 f**k,” 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.”

Chapter Eight

Closing 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 cl*t 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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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 f**king 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 f**k, 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 c**k back into my mouth. I continued sucking hard and fast until I felt his h*ps 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.