Page 86 of Dirty Martini

Rhys’s eyes flash with surprise. He falters for a second, eyes darting to the door, because I’m entirely sure he expected me to make him stop. When I start fucking myself back on him, all the attention is returned to me.

“Ev?”

Rhys licks his lips, running his finger around my tight and stretched rim. He stares at me as he sticks that finger in his mouth before bringing it back to my entrance. “You better answer him, or else he’ll think something is wrong.”

I glance at the door, imagining Elton behind it. “I’m fine—Fuck!”

I’m not prepared when Rhys forces his finger into me, fucking me with it as his cock rubs against the digit. He takes over, thrusting and fingering me, stretching me so painfully that it’s beautiful.

“Are you okay?”

“S-Stubbed my t-toe,” I stutter, biting down hard on my lip to trap my moan. “Fine! I’m fine!”

“You’re more than fine, baby,” Rhys whispers darkly, wiggling his finger as he picks up his pace. “You’re going to be gaping for me. My cum is going to slide out of this loose hole and I’m going to fuck it back into you.”

“I just got that new horror movie! Want to watch it together?”

“You don’t play fair,” I rasp, so fucking unbelievably close to coming again. I balance myself on one hand as I take my cock in the other. I turn my head to address Elton. “I’m good!”

“So fucking good,” Rhys growls, slapping my ass with his free hand. “Give me your cum, baby.”

“You sure? We could grab some arepas from the food truck and?—”

So close. So close. So fucking close. “Fuck!”

“You sure you’re okay? Everything alright in there?”

My stomach tightens. My nerves set ablaze. My heart pounding.

Rhys delivers one final thrust.

“Comenow.”

His hot, sticky cum fills me.

“Hey, you know where Rhys is?”

I come on a silent cry, so overwhelmed that my body twitches and spasms. Rhys pulls out, palming my ass, only to shove his cock back in, which elicits the most sinfully wet sounds I’ve ever heard.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, fucking me slowly, wringing out every last drop of cum. “So perfect.”

“N-No more,” I cry softly, collapsing onto the bed. “You win. I’m dead.”

He huffs a chuckle but pulls out. His warm release trickles down my thigh, and I’m not even embarrassed at the fact that he’s staring at what I’m sure is a puffy, red, cum-slicked mess.

“Do you think he’s gone?” I ask, sighing and forcing my eyes to stay open as Rhys lies down beside me. Immediately, I latch onto him, wrapping myself around his body like a spider monkey.

“I don’t hear him,” he says, gently circling my hole with a content hum. “But he’s probably going to come up here again.”

“I miss this.” Snuggling into him, my eyelids give up the battle and flutter shut. I’m so delirious, I don’t even know the words that are tumbling out of my mouth. “I need to tell you something. I l?—”

“When are we telling him?”

I gulp, the confession lodged in my throat as my reality crashes down on my heavy heart. “Soon.”

And as Rhys kisses the top of my head, petting me to sleep, I just hope I’m brave enough for that to be true.

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