Chapter Seventeen
Marissa
I have no idea who has taken over my body, but I think I like it. This bolder, wilder version of Marissa Grayson is a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.
I can’t keep my hands off him as Felicity goes back to box up our meals. We’re not inappropriate, but we’re teetering close to the borderline. Rhenn has his hands on my ass, slowly inching the back of my skirt up my legs. With each passing second, I feel a bit more air hitting my overheated skin. Thank God we’re in the back of the restaurant, and no one seems to be paying us much attention.
Once she returns with our boxes and the check, Rhenn throws a handful of bills on the table, grabs my hand, and we bolt for the door. He’s practically dragging me behind him, but I don’t care. I’m just as anxious for this next part of our evening as he is. When we reach the truck, he spins me around, making my skirt flare out around me, and pins me against the steel. With my back flat against the truck, he kisses the air straight from my body. It’s only when a car passes and honks its horn do we startle apart.
“I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around you,” he pants, warm breath peppering my forehead.
“Personally, I like you out of control,” I tell him, my voice just as breathy as his was.
Rhenn glances down, his dark blue eyes meeting mine. “What do you say we head back to the boat?”
“I’m ready.”
And I am. So ready.
Without saying a work, Rhenn helps me into the cab of his truck, hands me the bag of Styrofoam containers, and places a quick, chaste kiss on my lips. Then, he practically sprints around the hood of the truck and jumps in the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how many laws we break on our ride back to my place, but I know there were a few.
Rhenn drives up the empty driveway, parking his truck beside my car. My seat belt is off and the door is open before he can even meet me around to my side of the vehicle. I take his offered hand, grabbing the food as I go, and slide out of the big truck. Before my feet hit the ground, his lips are on mine, hungry and full of desire. He presses me against the metal, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist. The food falls to the ground, but neither of us care. Right now, his tongue is claiming my mouth and my sanity.
“Damn, you drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls as he nips at my jaw and grinds into the apex of my legs.
My response is a loud groan that would make a hooker proud. My panties are soaked, ruined probably, but I don’t care. I’m still throwing myself at this man, practically begging him to take me right here, against the side of his truck. Rhenn’s ability to read my mind works wonders right now, as his teeth pull at my bottom lip and his hand moves from my rear. My skirt is already balled up around my waist, which makes it easier for him to slip his hand between our bodies and connect with my core.
“So wet and ready,” he groans, his lips devouring the sensitive skin on my neck. I’m pretty sure he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care. Not one bit. As long as he doesn’t stop…
“I won’t stop,” he whispers, confirming I have no control over my own mouth and clearly said the plea aloud. Rhenn slides my panties to the side, teasing my clit as he goes, and I’m about to lose my mind. “Is this what you want?” he asks as he slowly presses a finger inside my body.
My response is another groan. I’m physically unable to form words right now, and when he applies a bit of pressure with his thumb to my clit, I practically detonate like a bomb. It’s quite embarrassing, actually, how quickly he makes me come, but there’s no time to revel in my shame, since his fingers are currently stroking every last bit of my release from my body.
“Fuck, I could watch you come all day long and never tire of it,” Rhenn says, taking my mouth with his once more. This kiss is a bit slower, as if he’s drawing out and savoring my orgasm. When my shaking stops, he gently pulls his fingers from my body, picks up the discarded bag of food, and strolls with purpose toward my cottage.
I reach down and open the door so he doesn’t have to move his hands from my butt. Plus, I don’t want him to break his concentration because Rhenn is able to kiss my lips and neck, while still navigating through the yard without looking. It’s a talent of his, I’m sure. This man was built for seduction and sex, and he just continues to prove it over and over again.
When we slip inside my cottage, he kicks the door closed and tosses the bag of food on the counter. With quick strides that eat up the floor, he moves to my bedroom. At the doorway, he says, “Maybe just one more before we hit the boat?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not sure it’s possible, but you can try.”
As we reach the bed, he gazes down at me, his eyes so intense that I almost choke on oxygen. “Oh, it’s definitely possible, baby, and pretty much a guarantee. I’m going to show you what every fuck before me should have been giving you.”
He drops me on the bed, but comes down with me, my legs still wrapped around him. Rhenn lifts himself up and gazes down at the apex of my legs. My dress is hiked up, panties slightly askew, and wetness coating the entire area, definitely from the fingerbang I was just awarded.
“One more,” he confirms, licking his lips before dropping his head between my legs.
His tongue slides slowly over the panties, sending post-orgasmic shockwaves raking through my blood. A loud gasp fills the room, one that doesn’t even sound like it could come from me, and it only seems to spur him on. His tongue – oh, his magical, unbelievably talented tongue – toys with my clit through the material. The friction adds something I never expected, something that seems to awaken the woman who’s lain dormant inside of me my entire life.
Rhenn grabs the panties at my hips and slowly brings them down, cool air kissing my exposed bare skin. He helps lift my legs straight up in the air, removing my underwear as he goes, and peppering open-mouth kisses on the backs of my thighs, knees, and calves. When he tosses them somewhere into the room, he allows my legs to fall open once more. Rhenn stares down at my center, his hands gently spreading my thighs farther apart.
“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” I shiver at his dirty words, not even caring that he’s admittedly seen his fair share of them. “I’ve never wanted to bury my face in one as badly as I want to yours, Angel. I’m going to lick, suck, and fuck this pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I whimper in anticipation, the determined look in his eyes lets me know he’s about to do just that. There’s no way a man like this would leave me anything less than completely satisfied.
Then he moves. His mouth descends on me, his tongue connecting with my bare, wet skin for the first time, and I almost see stars. Rhenn demonstrates just how well versed he is on the art of oral, teasing and sucking on my clit, drawing me closer to another impending orgasm. His tongue delves into my center and my hips start to rock against his face. He holds my thighs open and continues to devour me with nothing but his amazing mouth and tongue.
The orgasm is building, I can feel it gathering in my toes, ready to consume my entire being. Rhenn moves his mouth back to my clit, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He slowly pushes two fingers inside while his mouth clamps down on my swollen clit, making me see stars and gasp his name. His fingers work their way in, stretching my body to accommodate them in the most amazing way.
My hands grasp his head, my fingers pull at his hair, as my hips move in a frantic rhythm on their own. I’m like a wild madwoman, hell-bent on riding out this epic orgasm that’s threatening to erupt from within. When he curls his fingers upward, hitting that magical little button deep inside of me, I detonate. Rhenn sucks hard and licks frantically on my clit while his fingers pump into me, as I scream my release.
As I start to feel my body coming down from the epic high, Rhenn continues to lick and work his fingers in my pussy, clearly not ready to end his play. The gingerly strokes to my G-spot combined with his warm tongue lapping at my pulsing clit sends blood rushing to my center. I can feel the second one building before I can even think about stopping it. And why would I?
“Again,” he growls, removing his fingers and quickly replacing them with his tongue. He plunges his tongue deep inside repeatedly as his fingers find purchase with my clit. Rhenn pinches and caresses it, basically playing my body masterfully like a violin. The result is another orgasm that leaves my body completely boneless, with no life or energy remaining.
Rhenn curls up next to me on his side, his head in his hand as he gazes down at me. “You okay there, sweetheart?” His trademarked smirk is back, and if I had any energy left in my body, I’d probably smack his smug ass.
“Fine.” It comes out a pant.
“Ready for round two?” he asks, bending down and slowly kissing my lips.
When he finally allows me a moment to catch my breath, I respond, “Wasn’t that round two?”
“Hell, no. That was a really long, continual round one. Round two takes place on my boat. And we’ll both be naked.” His words are low and dirty, and believe it or not, my body responds. I have no idea how, but it does.
“We should grab the food,” I say, turning to my side and facing him. I slide my fingers through his hair, loving the way it feels.
“I’ll definitely be feeding you. I need you to keep up your strength. I’ll even let you catch a catnap between rounds two and three,” he replies, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Three?”
He bends down and grazes his lips over my jaw. “I told you, Angel. I won’t stop until you’ve had five.”
* * *
The boat ride is silent as we make our way to the bigger boat anchored offshore. Both times I was on this little thing, it was broad daylight, but now, it’s quite dark, which adds a little creepiness to the ambiance. There’s a bag of clean clothes on the floor between his bench seat and mine, an overnight bag on my lap. Do you know what else is riding shotgun in this boat?
Sexual tension.
We’ve got it in spades, that’s for sure. As soon as Rhenn got up from my bed (after thoroughly kissing me until I was breathless once more), he was gathering my bag for tonight’s excursion. He tried to mask the discomfort he had going on in his pants, but it was fruitless. He was hard and aching and ready for what’s next.
We approach the boat and he heads straight toward the lift on the back, which he lowers with a small remote control. “Are you okay on the ladder?” he asks, gently maneuvering us alongside it.
“Sure.” I got this.
“Leave the bags and I can throw them up when I secure this boat,” he says, shutting off the trolling motor and grabbing the rungs of the ladder. When he has us steady beside the boat, I make my way up the rungs and onto the deck. After a couple of successful ascents and descents, I feel like an ol’ pro at this whole boat thing.
On deck, I head over to where Nick stood the other day, ready to help Rhenn secure the small boat to the back. But Rhenn is obviously more than equipped with the knowledge and tools he needs to do the job solo, because before I know it, it’s secured and in place, he’s setting the bags on the deck, and climbing over the railing.
The moment his feet hit the ground, he pounces. Rhenn hoists me into his arms, my legs once more returning to his waist, and his lips are kissing me soundly. He bends down and grabs both bags in his hand, not even for a second breaking our connection, and heads toward the stairs. “One of these nights, I’m going to take you on the deck under the moon and stars.”
Rhenn secures the door, finishes carrying me down the stairs, and walks me straight back to the bedroom.
Where we realize we still have to make the bed.
He groans his frustrations (probably most of it sexual), and slowly lowers me to the floor. I lose my balance just a hair, stumbling to the side as the boat gently rocks. “Careful there, Angel,” he says as he reaches for my arm to help me balance.
“I’m not much of a seaman,” I tease, wondering if I’ll ever get my sea legs.
Rhenn throws me a smirk and replies, “Good thing for you I have the semen covered. Lots and lots of semen.”
The burn sweeps up my cheeks as a bubble of laughter flies from my lips. “Cocky much?”
“Soooo cocky,” he grumbles, flexing his hips and reminding me just how cocky he is when it presses against my side.
“You’re unbelievable,” I giggle, turning into his embrace as his hand grips my hip.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I had no doubt that you would. Come on, let’s get this bed made so we can dirty it up again.”
His eyes dilate and flare. “I love it when you talk all dirty-like.” With a chaste kiss on my lips, he pulls back and grabs the laundry bag, pulling the clean sheets out.
We make quick work of making the bed. I’ve made beds with a partner before – Mom and I tag team chores all the time at the bed and breakfast – but this is the first time I’ve ever made the bed with a man. Especially for us just to rip it all apart once more. My heart rate starts to kick up a few beats per second as realization sets in. Before, I wasn’t able to think – only feel and react. But now I have all this time to really think about what we’re about to do – what I want to do.
It’s exhilarating.
Yet, a little bit scary to step out of my comfort zone.
“Change your mind?” he asks, breaking through my thoughts.
“What? No.”
Rhenn seems to visually look relieved. “Good. You just seemed like you were thinking awfully hard for a second. I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page.”
“We’re definitely on the same page,” I confirm, glancing down and realizing the bed is completely made. The comforter and sheets are folded down, just the way I do when we’re turning down the bed at night for a houseguest.
“Did I do it wrong?” he asks, glancing down at the bedding with a worried look on his face.
“No, you did it just right. That’s the way I do it when a guest is arriving late after a long trip.”
He nods his head and reaches for my hand. I place mine in his without hesitation. Rhenn pulls me against him and slowly brings his head down to meet mine. Tilting my face toward him, our lips meet once more, soft, yet with a bit of urgency gathering beneath the surface. I can already feel the build, can already taste exactly how amazing this is going to be – and I have no doubt that it will be every ounce of just that.
“I’m going to take off your dress,” he whispers, grazing gentle kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
“Yes, please,” I reply, making him chuckle.
“So polite,” he says as he grips the hem of my dress and slowly brings it up my body. “So sexy,” he adds as he gathers it over my head and drops it on the floor beside us. “So beautiful,” he states, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed body.
I’m wearing a strapless bra that matched the panties that are still lying on my bedroom floor, and nothing else but my sandals. With an expert flick of his fingers, Rhenn removes the bra, leaving me standing before him completely naked. Even with the lights off, I feel completely exposed. I can see every facial expression, every emotion under the bright moonlight.
Taking me in his arms once more, Rhenn carries me to the mattress and gently sets me down. My heart is beating erratically in my chest as I watch him stand up tall, his head barely clearing the lower ceiling of the cabin, and pull his polo shirt from his shorts. His eyes are locked on mine as he removes the shirt, exposing his incredibly chiseled chest. The thump of his shoes hitting the floor fills the room, but my eyes are glued to his waist. With long, thick fingers, Rhenn slowly unbuttons his shorts, followed quickly by the bite of zipper teeth.
I hold my breath as he pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down his waist, past his tree trunk thighs, and drops them on the floor. His erection is every bit as hard, thick, and long as I remember last night, only this time, I’m getting a full picture of everything else too. Warmth floods my center, and honestly, I’m not sure how I can be wet again, especially after three back-to-back orgasms, but here I am, wetness practically spilling down my thighs and my body begging for him to make me come again.
Without saying a word, he joins me on the bed, reaching over to the cabinet on the side and pulls out a strip of foil packets. He tosses them on the bed beside me and crawls up my body. We lie together, completely naked for the first time. I wrap my legs around his waist and reach for his neck. My short nails bite into his skin as he presses his lips to mine. Our tongues entwine, our lips dance, as we bring our bodies in line. I can feel the hard press of his erection against me, and all I want to do is grind against it.
So I do.
Rhenn threads his fingers into my hair, his kiss turning more bruising with every passing second. Finally, he pulls back and growls, “You’re going to make me lose my mind,” he says, reaching for the strip of condoms.
My only reply is a pant as I watch him rip it open and slide it over his cock. As soon as he’s completely sheathed, he positions himself between my thighs, brings my legs up to his waist, and starts to press forward. There’s a slight burn, a sweet ache, as he stretches me farther than anticipated. “Are you okay?” he asks, stopping his movements and gazing down at my face.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, flexing my hips to encourage him on.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he closes his eyes. His chin drops to his chest as if to gather his thoughts. The moment he opens them again, he looks down at where we’re joined, a fierce look crossing his face. “Ready?” he asks, stretching over the top of me and kissing my lips once more.
“Definitely.”
As soon as the word is out of my mouth, Rhenn springs into action. He positions himself on his knees and uses his leverage to slowly pull from my body. When he’s almost completely out, he glances my way once more. He gives me no warning, but pistons his hips, filling me completely.
I gasp, the stretch and ache quickly replaced with pure desire. He sets a fast pace, pumping into me with everything he has. His hands roam my body, teasing my nipples and holding me by my hips. Rhenn moves his hand above my hip, changing up the angle as he continues to drive into me with force and determination. He lifts my right leg, hitching it over his hip, which aligns him up perfectly to hit just where he needs to.
I can already feel the familiar stirring of another release. Where it could possibly be coming from, I have no clue, but I’m not about to turn it down. Instead, I encourage it, spreading my legs wider and gripping his back. His lips find my neck once more as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin. My entire body is alive and begging for the release it craves.
Rhenn must sense how close I am and brings his body down on top of mine. He’s buried so deep that I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. Our mouths come together, our kisses frantic and wild. “I can tell you’re about to come. I can feel your pussy tightening on my cock,” he whispers, driving himself into me once more.
“So good,” I whimper, locking my ankles around his waist.
“You ready to come, Angel?”
“Yes,” I pant, that one word a plea.
Rhenn grunts and flexes his hips, grinding himself against me. “Come now.”
And as if my orgasm was somehow connected to his words, I fly over the cliff, soaring with the birds in a sea of tranquility and bright lights. I don’t even realize I’m saying anything until he says, “Fuck, I love hearing my name on that sweet tongue of yours while you’re coming. Say it again,” he demands, his body tight and his moves more frantic.
“Rhenn,” I moan, my body reaching the peak and slowly starting to float back down to the ground.
“Fuck,” he replies just as his body stills completely and he lets go. Rhenn pumps fast little short strokes as he releases himself inside me. His lips are immediately pressed against my neck, my jaw, and my lips, as his hips start to slow and his body begins to relax. His weight starts to push me into the mattress, but I don’t mind. There’s something oddly comforting about him pressing me into the bed, his cock still nestled within me.
When Rhenn finally rolls over, he takes me with him, my body half lying on his, half on the mattress. “Are you okay?” he whispers, holding me tightly against his chest.
“I’m better than okay,” I answer honestly, my heart rate finally starting to approach normal level and surprised by how comfortable it is to relax on his chest.
He turns so that he’s facing me and takes my head in his hands. His kisses are sweet, with less urgency than before. Now it seems more of a savor than a devour. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. Stay right here,” he says, slowly untangling his body from mine and getting out of bed. I can’t help but watch his rear as he walks into the bathroom and takes care of the condom.
When he returns, he places a warm washcloth between my legs and wipes away the remnants of moisture. I can already tell I’m a bit sore, but that’s to be expected when the man you’re sleeping with is packing a Louisville Slugger in his pants. After he has me cleaned up, along with himself, Rhenn slips back into bed, pulling the comforter up and over us as he goes. He tucks me against his side, gently pushing my hair back from my forehead, and places another slow kiss on my lips. I hope he never tires of kissing me. They’re pretty much magical.
My body is tired and sated and suddenly, I’m not sure I could keep my eyes open another second. I feel his arms tighten around me as I relax my hand on his chest. “Good night, Angel.”
“Good night, Rhenn,” I reply, unable to open my eyes.
As I start to drift off to sleep, I realize that it’s not just the gentle rocking of the boat or the light sounds of the waves outside. It’s not even the warmth of this man’s embrace or the record-breaking four orgasms he drew from my body. It’s a combination of all the above that has me more relaxed than I’ve been in a long time, if ever. It’s Rhenn and everything that goes with him that has me so grateful I took a chance on him. No, there’s no future in our forecast, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe this – this casual, carefree hook-up – can be exactly what I need in my life right now.
It better be, because at the end of the day, that’s the only offer on the table.
Table.
Hmm, maybe we could try something dirty and fun on the table next?