Rend (Riven 2)

“Fuck, baby, I love you so much like this.” A broken moan escaped my throat, and Rhys surged into action. He lifted me by the hips and flipped us over as if I weighed nothing. He pressed my legs up and held my ankles as he fucked me breathless. He was muscles and flashing blue eyes and a blur of messy blond hair and just when I thought I would tip over the edge, everything stopped.

“No, no, no,” I whimpered.

Rhys slid inside me so slowly it felt endless. When he bottomed out, he leaned forward and kissed me. My cock was so hard it was jerking against my stomach with every shift of Rhys’s hips. Rhys pressed my wrists to the bed when I reached for it. He pulled out and slid back in again, at that same glacial speed that was fucking up my nervous system. My ass twitched and my dick jumped and my heart pounded.

“Look at me,” he said, voice a rasp. Looking into those fiery eyes flayed me open like this. It was too much, too close. I craved it, and I wanted to scramble away from it like a tiny animal. My heart felt too close to the surface of my skin, my need too visible. I squeezed my eyes shut and Rhys let me.

“I love you,” he said. “You know how much I love you, right? Tell me.”

My face burned and my stomach froze. I was so turned on, and when he said shit like that when I was like this . . . it took me the fuck apart.

“I love you,” I said, choked. It was all I could say.

Rhys let go of my wrist and cupped my cheek. He kissed me, and I twined the fingers of my freed hand in his hair and tugged. Then we were fucking, fast and hot, hips thrusting, hands everywhere, mouths fused together.

Rhys growled, seeming frustrated that he couldn’t get his entire self inside me, and practically lifted me off the bed with the force of his thrusts. I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my ankles around his hips and held on as he fucked me to an orgasm so powerful it whited out my vision. I cried out as the pleasure surged through me, a lightning strike that found me flat on my back on the bed as Rhys’s hips stuttered and then he sank into me, roaring out his own release as heat flooded me.

My head was buzzing, and my muscles were liquid, and Rhys’s heavy weight on top of me was the best thing in the world. He moaned into my neck and pressed a soft kiss behind my ear. I loved his transition from fuckbeast to cuddlemonster.

After a minute, he started to pull out and I grabbed his hip before I even realized it.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head, but I didn’t move my hand.

“Can you . . . stay like that?”

I felt the rumble of Rhys’s moan more than I heard it. Then his mouth was at my ear again. “You want me to hold you all night with my dick inside you? Want to feel like you belong to me even when we’re asleep?”

Rhys’s voice was filthy and intimate. Hot shame pulsed through me, and my spent cock gave an impossible twitch. I nodded.

Rhys rearranged us so we were lying on our sides, still connected, him spooned behind me, to one side of the wet spot I’d made. Some of Rhys’s come seeped down my thigh as we moved, everything wet and slick. But just as I was deciding maybe this was a terrible idea, Rhys pulled the covers up over us and slid his palm between my legs.

He cupped my balls and gave my exhausted cock a few gentle strokes, making me gasp despite myself. He thrust his hips gently until I could feel his dick firm up a little inside me. Then he pulled me back so we were tight together, threw his top leg over me, and wrapped his arm around me. He was behind me, all around me, inside me. I clenched my ass experimentally, making sure I could feel him, and we both groaned.

“Fucking hot,” he said. His hand drifted down my ribs and over my hip to my ass. He traced the place where we were joined with one callused fingertip, rubbing his come into my skin. “I’m inside you,” he murmured. “Part of me will still be inside you when I leave.”

I moaned. It was exactly what I had wanted.

Chapter 3

Noé Caldera slouched into my office fifteen minutes late for his appointment on Tuesday morning, radiating a deep desire to be elsewhere.

“You strike three or what?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“Nope. Imari just figured if she and Fernando weren’t a great fit for you, maybe I would be.”