Southern Playboy (North Carolina Highlands 4)

Rolling my lips over my teeth, I take him inside my mouth. He grunts and jerks his hips, thrusting a little too deep. I gag, my eyes watering at the sudden intrusion. He pulls back, horrified.

“Oh, shit, A. Shit, I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be. It’s hot, knowing I can make Rhett Beauregard lose his mind.”

“That was the problem with us, isn’t it?” He cups my chin in his hand, his blue eyes hazy. “There was no controlling it. Whatever we felt, it was wild.”

This time, I take his dick in my hand, pumping it just the way he did. “What if we chased the wild? Just for tonight.”

“Chase the wild,” he grunts. “I like that.”

Gaze locked on his, I lean in again and lick him. Suck the tip, then take him deeper, deeper still, his crown hitting my soft palate. He starts to roll his hips, putting a hand on my head to guide me in time to his movements.

I accidentally scrape him with my teeth. He hisses.

I pull back, face burning. “Damnit, I didn’t mean—”

“To bite off my dick because I promised to keep my hands off you, but I’m fucking your mouth instead?”

I let out a bark of laughter. “Maybe”—I give his shaft a firm squeeze—“you do deserve to have your dick removed.”

“I definitely deserve it.” He takes my chin in his hand again and leans down to give me a quick, hard kiss on the mouth. “But if you wouldn’t mind sparing me just this once . . .”

I laugh harder, and now he’s laughing too. He’s reaching down to play with my breast, thumbing my nipple, and I arch into his touch. Behind my closed eyes, I see stars.

Taking his cock in my hand again, I guide him back into my mouth. More confident this time around because there’s literally nothing to be afraid of.

Nothing to prove.

I’ll be honest: I rarely, if ever, enjoy giving blow jobs. I never lose myself in them.

But this—I do lose myself. The desire to make this man feel good, to put into action the feelings I can’t seem to put into words, is overwhelming. It’s easy to be passionate and playful when you’ve already laid down the law, and that law is: be vulnerable.

Be you.

“Ooookay,” Rhett says, pulling out my mouth. “Let’s get you naked. It’s your turn.”

I gesture to his engorged dick. “But—”

“I can handle it. I think.”

He literally handles it as he watches me tug my dress over my head. He strokes himself slowly, expression sharp when it lands on my tits.

“No bra,” he breathes. “I was right.”

“Makes me feel sexy, not wearing one.”

“The panties. Off, honey.”

I step out of my thong. Rhett rakes his gaze over my pussy, and I feel it like a physical caress, a pair of fingers gliding through my slit, back to front.

He actually does reach for me. He runs the crook of his first finger over my pubic hair.

“I like this.”

“Good,” I manage, practically panting, “because I do too.”

He falls to his knees, cock bobbing between us, and hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “Can I taste you?”

My skin ignites at the sudden rush of cool air against my folds. “Yes. Soft biting allowed.”

“Noted,” he says, and leans in.

I almost combust from the anticipation. When his tongue meets with my clit I throw my head back, unsteady on my foot, but Rhett grabs my ass and holds me upright as he licks inside my folds. Slow, steady strokes that make my need tighten to an almost painful degree.

“I wanna—I wanna scream,” I say. I’m legitimately panting now.

Rhett glides a hand up my side to cup my breast, circling the pad of his thumb over my nipple. Sensation bolts through my center, and I grab onto his shoulders. “So scream.”

I do. “Oh, God, yes!”

“Louder.” He sucks on my clit. Moves his hand from my breast to my hip. Moves it lower so that he presses his broad thumb inside me, thrusting it a little as he keeps sucking on my clit. “Pornier.”

“Baby! Oh! Yes, baby, yes!”

He laughs, and I can feel the vibration in my folds. I’m rolling my hips now. Seeking, seeking.

Needing.

“Can you go even pornier than that?” he asks, nudging his nose against my clit as he slips his thumb all the way inside me. I feel myself stretching around him, then tightening, little flutters that come before the release.

“Aw, yeah, baby, eat this pussy. You know you want it.”

“I want it!” Rhett shouts back, shoulders shaking. “You’d better give it to me, or I’ll spank you.”

“Spank me! Do it!”

“I’m actually not into spanking!”

“I respect that!”

“Boundaries are sexy!”

“Communication is too!”

Our voices echo through the woods. I’m laughing so hard tears are streaming down my face.

“Time to come for me,” Rhett says, and he nibbles gently on my clit while pressing his thumb to the front wall of my pussy.