Rise (Rock God 1)

I’m beside myself. Don’t even think I know my name. All I know is he’s inside me. And that I love him.

“That’s it, Brat, fuck me.” Up and down I pound as he slaps my ass, the sting making my core grab hold of his cock. While his piercing rubs inside me, he shoves my breast into his mouth.

“I’m gonna fill this cunt of mine up. I want you off the pill,” he growls, and I’m so consumed, I chant, “I love you” and “Yes” as I ride him hard.

“Yeah, baby, ride me. Rub that clit on me.” His thumb flicks over it.

I thrust against him so hard I can feel the piercing on that tender spot.

“I’m…” I hiss, my body is climbing as he grabs my ass with one hand, holding me still, his cock so deep inside me I throw my head back and convulse. Pulsing pleasure makes me scream his name. While he holds me still, I watch him come undone.

He’s beautiful, hips jerking as his thick cock pulses and fills me. When he pulls out, I can barely move.

Our breathing is harsh. He pushes my sweaty hair, which is stuck to my face, out of the way.

“I love you,” I moan.

He leans down, his tongue swirling around my clit, and I groan because I’m so sensitive but it also feels so good.

“Gia.” I sit up. His mouth takes mine and I can taste us. My hand snakes down to his rock-hard cock. What the hell?

Rhys can stay hard but not this hard. Usually, he just stays inside me and grows as he slowly fucks.

“I’m sensitive.” I groan as his fingers take my wetness and rub it slowly on my clit.

“I know, baby. But I need the truth.”

“What?” I try to shut my legs.

He stops me with his hands. “Why did you run?” I close my eyes, and he inserts two fingers inside me, letting his fingers go deep, slowly pumping. When I arch my back, his mouth hovers around mine.

“Look at me.”

Slowly I open my eyes and tell him the truth. “I didn’t want to lose myself completely, and I was scared.” I grab ahold of his wrist. His fingers go deeper, fucking me.

“You were scared that I wouldn’t take care of you? Protect you? What?” He watches me as I lean my head back and open my legs farther. If he thinks this is torturing me, he’s sadly mistaken. I’m getting ready to come.

And just like that, his fingers are gone. I sit up almost dazed as he pulls his jeans up angrily.

“Don’t do this. Are you kidding me?” I yell.

“You fucking left me. I love you. I needed you, and you ran. That woman is after Nuke. It has nothing to do with us. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cigarettes as my mind tries to process everything he said.

“This. Rhys.” I turn toward him. “All of it. I left because I was scared. I left because the thought of you tiring of me and being with another makes me physically ill.”

He shakes his head as if I’m a crazy person, so I fire right back. “Don’t look at me like that. You fucked her. You act like I’m insane because I don’t want to stick around while you put your dick in anything that’s warm and wet.”

“That’s not the issue, Gia.” His voice is quiet, and for some reason that makes me shiver. “You don’t trust me. If you did, you would have stayed and we could have saved ourselves a lot of regrets and agony.”

That makes me falter. “I… I knew you would touch me and then I’d start rethinking everything.” I can’t get a good breath as we stare at each other, our desperate energy bouncing around us like recycled air.

He nods and his eyes narrow while he lights up the cigarette. “Babe, I’m not gonna lie to you and say I haven’t fucked a lot of women.” He brings the cigarette to his full lips as I watch.

Consumed. That’s what he does to me.

“You can’t possibly hold that against me. This life that I’m so fucking blessed to have is not perfect.” He motions at us. “We’re not perfect.”

I take a deep breath. “I was scared, Rhys. I didn’t think I could survive you getting tired of me. But if I’m honest, I was scared of what I felt for you,” I whisper.

His eyes caress my face. Inhaling deeply, he lowers the window enough to toss the cigarette out before turning to me. “Do you think I’m not scared, Gia? I get up every day terrified that this is the day I go insane. And when I don’t, it’s in the back of my head that it will be tomorrow, or the next.” He leans back against the seat, his dark eyes holding mine.