by Lindsey Hart
“Glad it meets your approval.” Bella tried to close her legs back together, which set off another round of shivers and sparks in her who-ha, but Rhett kept his hand planted on her thigh and she wasn’t able to slam her legs together.
“It’s really well done,” he insisted. He let his eyes travel upwards in such a way that she really wasn’t sure that he actually was talking about her tattoo anymore.
“I only pay for good art. It took nine hours.”
Rhett kept right on caressing the lines of her tattoo. His touch did something shivery and abnormal to her insides, which were already shivery and abnormal.
“Did you do it all in one sitting?”
“Of course I did. It’s the top of my thigh. I barely felt a thing.”
“I got mine done on my thigh and I can tell you that I certainly felt it.” Rhett winced. “I can feel it now.”
“That’s because you’re pretty much leaning completely on it.” A trickle of sweat slid down from her neck or collarbone area or something, in between her breasts. Her dress was slightly soaked, and the night wasn’t that hot and sticky.
God, it was that orgasm. That mind-blowing orgasm.
“You said you were going to torture me,” she reminded him coyly. She wasn’t sure why, because she wasn’t even certain she could take another round so soon. Her legs were still quivering from the intensity of that first orgasm. The aftershocks were still pulsing through her entire body, never mind her core.
“Oh, I know.” Rhett grinned. He had that kind of evil look on his face like he’d just been caught dipping his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. Except, well, he hadn’t been dipping his hand and it wasn’t into the cookie jar unless her cookie jar counted. “Don’t worry. I never renege on my promises.”
CHAPTER 12
Rhett
All his life he’d been attracted to blondes. Or at least, women who had their hair dyed that color. He hadn’t had a type per se, but he seemed to always end up with girly girls, the kind who took hours to get ready to go to the grocery store.
Bella wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with. Her natural beauty was astounding and though she was wearing makeup, she didn’t need it. She had a different style, but it was more than that. It was what she had going on inside that was so incredible. She was witty and funny and smart. She had this I don’t give a damn attitude and normally that would have pissed him off or made him uncomfortable, but with her, it was just sexy. He liked that she was obviously independent and that she enjoyed being that way. He didn’t feel threatened by that brain that always seemed to be working double time.
He loved the way she sparred with him, challenged him, made him think. He loved that she didn’t look like any other girl he knew. That she was a fuck the system type, that she worked at a tattoo shop, that her skin was inked all over, her arms and legs and a few here and there on her torso. He probably hadn’t even seen them all back at the hotel. She didn’t seem like the kind of person who really cared what other people thought about her, at least not as far as appearances. She probably didn’t count calories by the grams and maybe even enjoyed carbs. She was definitely the type who’ll go for ice cream with him after.
The sight of her spread open like that, her pussy glistening and wet after he’d just tasted her and she’d come all over his tongue was probably going to be the inspiration for his spank bank material for the rest of his life.
Yeah. He loved that too.
“What- are you- why are you looking at me like that?” Bella panted. She still hadn’t properly caught her breath, and- well- that was just another thing that he liked about her. That he made her come so hard she was literally breathless after.
“Because you’re right. I’m nowhere near done with you. I was just thinking about asking you what you’d like me to do next. Maybe I’ll turn you over and lick you from behind.”
“From behind or- uh- my…”
“You wouldn’t like that?”
“Well, this is technically our second date. I don’t think we’re quite there yet.”
“Technically, this isn’t even really a date. Or is it? Is it our first because I’m not sure the hotel actually counted as a date.”
“You’re right. I’m not sure this really is a date. Although, you did ask me to dinner and I am wearing a dress, so…”
“You won’t be wearing it for long.” Bella made a choked noise at the back of her throat and Rhett couldn’t contain a chuckle.
“Is it wrong that I want to bite you?” she rasped.
“It depends how hard the biting would be. Would it draw blood? I guess that could be kind of sexy, even if you did. It would just depend where you drew the blood.”
“I’m not a vampire.”
“Then lick and bite away.”
“Really? What happened to your plan to torture me?” She looked at him skeptically.
“That’s still torturous I’m sure.”
“For me?”
“Yes. Of course.”
Bella hesitated. “You’re probably right,” she ceded. “Just like if you took your cock out and stroked yourself, it would be extra torturous for me.”
Rhett caught the teasing glint in her eyes, fiery desire too, but she was definitely trying to get under his skin. It was working. The thought of him stroking himself off while she watched was definitely enough to make him hot and achy. Hotter and achier. Because he was definitely revved up already.
“You could get out of those jeans and I could inspect your tattoo. You never showed it to me after.”
Rhett raised a brow. “That’s all you’d like to inspect?”
Bella’s lips twitched. “It might be. Or maybe the place I want to bite is one of your tight ass cheeks.”
Rhett’s cock nearly ripped through his jeans. “You think my ass is tight?”
Even though it was dark in the car, Rhett watched Bella’s cheeks turn pink. “I- I never said that.”
“You described it as tight.”
“Why don’t you just take your damn jeans off and I’ll tell you if it’s tight or not. I might have been mistaken.”
“As you wish.” There wasn’t a single command he’d rather obey more. The backseat was tiny and tight, as tiny and tight as his pants felt at the moment, given that his cock was trying its damn level best to bust itself out of the prison it had been wrongfully confined to, but he managed to pop the button, unzip his fly- without catching his giant erection in it, the feat of a century- and maneuver his jeans down his legs, all in record time.
“Underwear too. Or do you think I have x-ray vision?”
“I was just trying to be decent.”
“Your breath smells like my box. I’m pretty sure that we’re too far gone for that.”
Rhett was always the one to take the lead. It was kind of sexy, and by kind of, he actually meant really sexy, that Bella was sitting there commanding him. And she still had her legs open, even though his hands were gone, and she could have closed them at any time.
He shrugged out of his underwear and tossed them up towards the front. Bella’s eyes widened a fraction when his cock stood straight up against his stomach. Her lips parted and her tongue swept out to moisten them, and god, if that wasn’t the sexiest compliment he’d received in a long time, he wasn’t sure what was.
“Has anyone told you that you look like one of those Greek statues that they carved out of marble? Or stone, or whatever it was? I saw an art exhibit where they actually had those things and it looked like really buff men had been painted all white. Like they were real people, ready to rip out of that stone at any given minute.”
“I don’t know if that’s actually a compliment or not,” Rhett admitted. His cock was currently leaking, leaking onto his stomach. And down his shaft. And Bella was tracking those drops of liquid, staring at him like she might bite his cock instead of his ass. It should have been a little scary, but hell, it wasn’t. Even if she did bite him, he might actually enjoy it if it didn’t do
permanent damage.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bella shifted, leaning forward. Rhett retreated until his back was up against the other door and there was nowhere else to go.
“Because- uh- those statues have really small cocks.”
“That’s because they didn’t carve them in a full state of erection. The artists had some decency, obviously.”
“You’re not really going to bite me, are you?” Rhett choked as Bella leaned over. She swept the curtain of her hair out of her face with one hand and glanced up at him.
“Not this. If you turn around though, I can’t guarantee your ass will get away unscathed.”
Rhett relaxed. For one second, until Bella’s warm little hand clasped around his cock. Her grip was firm and not at all shy. Neither was she, since she looked right at him and did a slow sweep of her bottom lip with her tongue.
“You look really nice, Rhett. You have a really nice dick.”
“Uh…” he had no idea how to respond to that.
“I remember how it felt inside of me. All big and thick and throbbing. You hit spots that no one has ever hit before.”
Fuck. Okay, she was definitely really good at the torture game. Apparently, it was possible for him to lose it. He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her hand, which wasn’t hard because at that moment she chose to stroke him from the tip of his cock down to the base and back up again. And damn, her hand felt like she tasted. Like heaven.
And no, he wasn’t just saying that, even if everyone else did, as she’d said.
It wasn’t corny to him.
He just couldn’t think of a better word.
She stroked him again and this time, it was his hips bucking shamelessly into her touch. His cock grew even harder if that was possible. He was thicker in her hand. He pulsed into her touch. He soaked her hand with his arousal.
Bella made little sounds at the back of her throat as she touched him like she was enjoying it as much as he was.
“I just came so hard that it hurt,” she admitted in her raspy, throaty, sexy voice. It was a different voice than she normally used. “Did you know that?”
“I- I- uh- I mean, I figured it was good, given that you kind of just went boneless and moaned and panted a lot.”
“You’re a dork,” she giggled, but even that was playful. “I’m going to make you come harder. With my mouth. I’m going to make you finish there, at the back of my throat and I’m going to swallow everything you give me.”
Holy. Shit-balls. Did she really just say that? Rhett’s eyes flew open and he watched in amazement as Bella winked at him. He thought for a minute she was just yanking his chain and was going to laugh at him, but then she bent her head and her tongue snaked out and holy mother trucker, it felt good. She used the head of his cock like a lollipop she was tasting, as if she was trying to figure out exactly what flavor she’d been given. She tasted him, lapped at him, rolled her tongue around and circled him from every angle. Yup, definitely an exotic sucker, not the kind of thing the grocery stores give to kids at the checkouts. Not cherry or orange or grape. More like… rum and butter.
Rhett wanted to groan at himself, but he was too busy groaning at what Bella was doing He couldn’t believe he’d literally just compared his cock to some exotic flavoring. Why would he even think of that?
Bella’s lips parted and she took his cock into her mouth and any coherent thoughts pretty much shut right off. Goodnight, lights out to his brain. The only thing he could do was to hold himself back so he didn’t thrust into her mouth like an animal and gag her.
Turned out he didn’t have to worry about that, because Bella did it to herself. She took almost his entire cock into her mouth, and god, she was right. He wasn’t exactly small in girth or length, and half gagged, half choked for a second before she pulled back. He expected her to right herself, say she’d had enough, and offer to ride his joystick instead.
Hell no. Not Bella. She went right back for more. She didn’t take him so far back that time, but she took him far enough. She worked him from the base right up to the tip. Her tongue was a thing of wonder, circling and lapping and toying with his head. She moved up after, and holy shit, her hand working his shaft while her mouth circled the tip of his cock was… god, there wasn’t a word for it.
She was good at what she did. Okay, that came out wrong. She was probably better than he was when it came to the oral department.
It was pretty humbling, and amazing, given that no one had bothered to taste his happy stick in a very, very long time.
Watching Bella’s dark head bob up and down on his cock made it throb even harder. It had only been a couple of minutes, but damn him, he wasn’t going to last any longer than that. It should have been embarrassing. Or something. It wasn’t. It was just… hot.
Everything about what Bella was doing. God. It was too hot.
Too hot to finish in her mouth, like she’d said. Because god, this seriously was like, date number one if the hotel thing didn’t count. Even if it did, it was bang sesh number two and he wasn’t going to be so ungentlemanly to ask her to swallow.
Instead, when the pressure built up and Rhett felt like he was going to go cross-eyed or grind his teeth to powder from the effort of holding back, he reached down, gripped her hair, and tugged her face gently away.
She looked up at him with a question burning in her eyes. She didn’t look pleased with him. No, actually, she looked downright pissed. It killed the action going on in his balls and they dropped down a quarter of an inch. Which was awesome. Now they weren’t up in his throat. Probably around his stomach area would be more accurate. They still ached just as fiercely though.
“What the hell?” Bella ground out. “Is- was I doing it wrong? You didn’t like it? It seemed like you liked it.”
“No- it wasn’t that. Seriously.” Rhett swallowed hard. He was having a hard time getting his brain into a high enough gear to actually function. Even his nipples ached and that never happened. He probably had the most desensitized nipples on the planet.
“Then, what was it?” Bella’s brows knitted together as she scowled at him. “Oh. I get it.” Her eyes swept over his face obviously reading something that wasn’t there because he wasn’t sure what there was to get.
“Er- can you fill me in?”
Bella shook her head and her eyes darkened and narrowed dangerously. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Bella!” Rhett reached for her as she turned, already searching for the door handle. He gripped her arm, not hard, but enough to turn her around. “Do you want to just hang on for a second? I have no idea what you’re thinking or what you think I’m thinking, but I- it’s not that. You don’t have to leave. Seriously, why are you leaving?”
“Because!” Bella spluttered. “You don’t really like girls like me. You think you do, but you don’t. You like girls that don’t suck cock. You like girls that lay there and let you pound away on them for three seconds. You like good girls. Clean girls. You don’t like girls like me. Dirty girls. Girls that aren’t afraid to let you know that they actually enjoy a good fucking and like giving as good as they get. This isn’t going to work. I can already tell. We don’t have the right chemistry.”
Rhett was so stunned that when Bella tugged her arm free, sprung the door handle, and tumbled out of the car, all he could do was sit there and watch her run through the tall grass in her bare feet.
CHAPTER 13
Bella
Rhett was an asshole. Okay, but so am I for trusting him.
The night might have been warm but running barefoot away from the car hadn’t been the smartest plan. She should have just demanded Rhett take her back home. It would have been an awkward drive, but she could have lived through it. As it was, she was currently hoofing it through tall grass and the prickliest ground she’d ever had the displeasure of facing. There were sharp rocks and stones buried in the grass. The dirt was hard below, oddly packed down.
“Bella!” Rhett’s vo
ice boomed through the night. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t turn around. Instead, she quickened her pace. She could hear the grass crunching behind her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before Rhett closed in on her. Honestly, she would have run if she could, even though there was nowhere to run to, just to get back at him for being a dick at heart, but her feet were probably bleeding as it was. She didn’t need to do any further damage.
Something warm and solid closed around her arm and Bella gave a little gasp as she was spun around. It turned out that Rhett had charged right out of the car after her. He hadn’t even bothered with putting his clothes back on.
“Why are you standing out here nude?” she snapped.
“Because you ran out of the car like a psycho and I wasn’t just going to get dressed and drive my ass back to the city and leave you out here without your shoes and your purse and without so much as a phone to call for help!”
“You could have thrown it out of the car before you left.” Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Despite her best efforts, her eyes swiveled that direction anyway. Her throat closed up and dried right out and her tongue got thick in her mouth. God, why did he have to have such an impressive dick? And why the hell was it still hard?
“You could have stayed in the car where you belong.”
“Why would I?”
“Why would you?” Rhett gaped at her. “Are you serious right now? What the hell did I do to even deserve any of this? I was trying to do you a favor and be a gentleman by not uh- well- choking you and er- uh- doing that in your mouth since I thought hell, that’s a little much for a first date, which we’ve already debated about, and this is the thanks I get. I was trying to be a nice guy.”
“Well, it’s true what they say about nice guys finishing last.” Bella tugged her arm away for a second time and stepped back. “You know why they say that, Rhett? It’s because nice guys aren’t really that nice. They’re just- assholes when it comes down to it. They’re only being nice because they think they should and it’s a cover up. Anyway, this doesn’t have anything to do with that. It has everything to do with what I was saying. We don’t have the right chemistry. End of story.”