Rise (Rock God 1)

In one quick jerk, my ass slides toward him and he holds both my ankles. “Now, beautiful, let’s try this again. Show me.” His nostrils flare as he watches the bubbles around my breasts.

“Show you what?” My voice tight. I have no reason to be mad at him, other than that he left to go drinking without me, and now he wants to get all domineering.

He does nothing but smile as my heart flutters. I hate him right now. It’s not fair for him to be this perfect.

“I want to see your cunt. Did you touch yourself?”

“No.” That was way too fast. Now he’s gonna think I did. “I didn’t,” I say to his raised eyebrow. “I thought about it, but I didn’t.” I bite the bottom of my lip as his hand slides up my wet legs.

“You look like you’re lying, Brat.” I gasp as he slides one arm through the water and stops right there.

“Talk to me, tell me.” His voice makes me arch up, but he takes his hand out and I almost scream, because now I’m needy as hell.

“I didn’t touch my—”

“You didn’t touch my pussy.” He corrects me. “Now say it right.” He sits on the edge of the tub, his wet hand playing with the bubbles around my breasts.

I take a breath. “I didn’t touch your pussy.” I whisper the pussy part.

“Nah.” He grabs the back of my hair so that my head is held tight at the base of my hair. “This is my cunt,” he says, and my eyes grow wide.

Blinking at him, I wonder if he’s been drinking tequila instead of bourbon.

“Now, say it. Tell me what’s mine.” He brings my head up as the water drips down my chest.

“I’m not saying the C word.” I’m trying to be outraged, but my breathy voice gives me away.

Kneeling, he whispers, “Say it and I’ll give you what I trained my cunt to need.”

“What the hell is happening?” I try to slap his hands away, but he’s already rubbing one of my nipples, his eyes like dark orbs.

“These are my tits also.” His calloused hand and fingers caress and squeeze it. As I swallow back a moan, he smiles at me.

“I want to pierce this nipple.” Leaning forward, he takes it in his mouth.

This time I do moan as he sucks it almost raw, my core clenching.

He looks over and bites it.

Hard.

“The fuck, Rhys?” He leans up and silences me with his lips and my sore nipple tingles as his hand leaves my breast to travel down to my clit.

I’m spinning, trying to keep up, then let go because I’m coming.

Hard.

Before I can recover, he pulls me out, carrying my wet, slippery body to the glass shower door. I wrap my arms around his muscled shoulders. His mouth attacks mine as our tongues twist, and I definitely taste the bourbon.

I feel his hand unbutton his jeans and my feet help push them down past his ass. In one fast thrust, he’s inside me.

He doesn’t move, only pulls back to look at me. Our eyes lock and I see everything I will ever need.

“I love you,” I murmur into his mouth as I kiss him. His hands move to the top of the glass door and he thrusts into me fast and hard, his piercing rubbing me over and over as my back slides up and down from the water, and now, our sweat.

He’s not even trying to hold back. He needed me. I throw back my head and he bites my neck as I shiver and moan loudly.

He’s inside me, and I never want it to end.

“That’s it, Gia. Talk to me, baby.” He grunts his approval and my core pulses and contracts as his hips slam into me.

He’s primal, almost intimidating. I’m climbing, my core contracting, and he doesn’t stop. My eyes close, but dots still appear as I orgasm. I think I scream. My pulse races and I see stars as wave after wave of addicting pleasure fills me.

“Whose cunt is this?” he hisses in my ear, still fucking me hard while I scream his name.

“I’m gonna fill my sweet cunt up.” His body jerks and he comes undone.

Steadying our breaths, neither of us moves. Finally, he pulls out and backs up. My legs shake and I grab his arm.

“Take a shower and get ready.” He kisses me.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” I look down at his wet, slick cock that still stands proud. I almost tell him to sit on the toilet so I can ride him, but he’s right—I need to get ready.

“No. I want to smell us and my cunt when I play tonight.”

“God, Rhys, you are so… vulgar.” He grins, then throws his head back and laughs.

“Vulgar?” He rolls the rrrr. “I like that. Hurry up.” He slaps my ass and I roll my eyes, stepping into the shower. There goes my relaxing bath. The way my legs feel like rubber, I could use it.