He lowered his hand from the small of her back to her bottom, pressing her against his erection. “A surprise? Most definitely.” He dropped a soft, teasing kiss against her lips. “Midnight, Zoey, that’s when our game will begin.”
He leaned away and grinned a slightly dark smile when he caught the arousal in her expression. To move things along in the right direction for their night ahead, he turned away and chuckled to himself at her loud gasp when he set the vibrator to full speed.
Chapter 10
Shortly after midnight when the party ended and all the voices grew quiet, Zoey felt the energy shift in the air. Elise and Hazel had gone home, and so had half of the people in attendance. Zoey had said goodbye to her friends in the circular driveway as they hopped in the chauffeured car Rhys had arranged for the night. When she strode back toward the house, a security guard met her there. One she’d seen working at Phoenix before. He gave her a gentle smile and handed her a black metal butterfly mask. “Rhys requested you wear this tonight.” He gestured down the lit pathway that led into the forest. “Follow it until it forks then go right.”
Zoey glanced down the long stone path and smiled at him. “Thanks.” Her stomach danced with nerves as she tied on her mask and followed the cobblestone path, but halfway down, she stopped short. Erotic moans filled the air, all blending together like a beautiful song.
“Zoey.”
The low vibration of Rhys’ voice hummed nearby. She glanced back, finding him striding toward her, wearing only his black dress slacks, a gold mask on his face. His gorgeous body glistened with the soft hue coming from the gaslit lanterns. Every muscle flexed and moved with his long strides. He looked like a warrior that belonged in another century, ready to defend and protect against any threat. When he got close, he turned on the vibrator again, and a strangled moan broke from her throat, her knees weakening.
“You don’t play fair,” she said when he reached her. She’d never been so sensitive before. Maybe that was his intent.
“I never said I would play fair,” he murmured, taking her hand and leading her forward, continuing around the bend of the pathway.
The night was a perfect mix of warm and dry, and when they broke free from the forest and entered a clearing, Zoey couldn’t stop her surprised gasp. Not because of the light buzz against her clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her, but in the middle of the clearing was a large round cushion a few feet off the ground. On it, dozens of men and women were engaging in every type of sexual act Zoey knew of, and some she didn’t. The more she watched, the more she didn’t know where some people began and some ended. It became impossible to absorb it all. Men were having sex with men in all stages of foreplay. Women were teasing each other while they rode the men beneath them. Masks covered identities, but naked bodies were being cherished. Sex being explored and indulged in, without any insecurities in sight. It occurred to Zoey that this was freedom. The act of simply enjoying what feels good without judgment.
She felt the sensual energy brush across her, the need consuming her. Before she could decide where to look, a man knelt in front of her, his big, hard cock greedily available.
“I’m at your service,” he said to her. “Tell me what you’d like.”
She stared down at the muscular man, who rested his hands on his thighs, awaiting her command. It was clear that whatever she wanted—any fantasy she ever dreamed up—she could have from this strong man.
“He wants to pleasure you,” Rhys said from beside her, with no waver to his voice. “The choice is yours.”
She became lost in Rhys’ smoky eyes. The choice was completely hers. He would respect whatever she wanted, allow whatever would make her happy. But as she looked deeper into his molten eyes, a truth she couldn’t ignore appeared. This wasn’t just sex between them. It wasn’t only about the eroticism, the game. Because if it were, she’d gladly accept this man’s offer to experience something new, something different. But she didn’t want the man who offered her pleasure. And for all Rhys had done for her, all the kindness and strength and everything in between, she wanted him to know it. “I don’t want him,” she said, hearing the emotion touching her voice. “I want you, Rhys. Only you.”
Something flared in his eyes. Something possessively hot and addictively sweet as she moved around the man kneeling at her feet. With hot moans of pleasure fluttering through the air, she settled in front of Rhys. He dipped his chin, his hands loose at his side as she reached for his belt and unbuttoned his pants. As she slid them down over his sculpted ass, she purposely ran her hands over him, and she relished the way his jaw muscles tightened.
She kept her eyes on him and slowly lowered to her knees next to the man, who rose and headed off elsewhere. Rhys stroked the side of her cheek, staring at her the way a wolf stares at its next meal. “I want you,” she told him, reaching for his mighty cock. He was thick and hard as steel as she stroked him. She was no expert at giving a blow job, but she’d watched a sensual blow job porno on the Internet and studied every detail, learning ways to pleasure him like he’d pleasured her.
When she tickled her tongue around the tip’s rim, she felt Rhys’ hard shudder under her tongue. She wanted him to feel her appreciation, her trust, her gratitude for the woman she knew she was becoming in the short time she’d known him. The way he was mending all the shattered parts of her heart with little regard to what he needed. And with every swirl of her tongue, obvious desperation and need filled him, showing how much he needed to be touched too. Not out of sexual need, but from a deeper connection.
She kept her eyes on him like she’d seen the woman do in the video last night, while she sucked on each testicle then slowly dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft. Sometimes, she tickled, other times, she licked harder. She didn’t need a manual to see when the teasing became enough and Rhys demanded more. His hot gaze told her as much. Not wanting to deny him what he was due, she closed her eyes and turned her full attention onto his cock. Heat flooded her when he thrust his hands into her hair and growled, a low, unforgettable masculine sound. He began pumping his hips, taking pleasure in her mouth, and she rejoiced at being the reason he felt so good.
Then his legs were trembling, his fingers tightening in her hair. She felt the seconds when he pulled back, like he wanted to ask permission. She grabbed two fistsful of his ass and sucked her lips around the base of his cock. At that, Rhys’ rough groan brushed across her, overtaking all the other moans coming from the orgy. Her mouth soon filled with his semen, and she swallowed quickly, loving the way he jerked against her, losing himself in the pleasure she gave to him.
When he finally released the tight grip on her hair and she looked up
at him, his head was tipped back, his chest heaving, sweat glistening off his incredibly toned body.
She kissed his thigh and said up at him, “Whatever you want tonight, I am yours, Rhys.”
He dropped his chin and his brows came together, an unfamiliar emotion reaching his eyes. Breathless, he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb for a moment, a beat passing between them. The next second, she was in his arms and he held onto her bottom as he walked them down another path, far away from the sex in the forest.
When the pathway stopped at a stone cabin, he moved them inside and set her down on the bear rug in front of the fireplace, into a kneeling position. The space consisted of a king-size poster bed. But she couldn’t look away from the raw emotion on his face. He cupped her chin and held her gaze. “Explain this change in you.”
She blinked at the seriousness of his voice. “What change?”
He leaned down, bringing his gaze down to her eye level. “You are looking at me like I can have your soul if I want it. Why?”
Tonight, all along, the plan had been to pleasure him like he’d pleasured her. Now, with those smoky eyes holding her captive, the truth seemed right there, ready for her to grab it. “Because you deserve the same kindness you give.”
Obviously seeing the things she wasn’t saying, he leaned in farther and asked, “Why?”
Emotion crept up into her throat. “Because you’re a good man.”