It’s been a week since I found out Brad cheated, and I met Rhys. It’s been a week of beach days and boardwalk nights. Laughter, endless nighttime bike rides, and dirty sex that causes my toes to curl just thinking about it. But this morning, he surprised me by telling me he’s taking me on a real date, something I objected to since he admitted he wanted to take me to one of the expensive restaurants in town, and I know he’s doing it to show he can. When I told him about my parents and the fact that they own half of my town, I saw the wide-eye and petrified look on his face. I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s not good enough for me, which is bullshit.
I’ve never been this happy with a man. No one has treated me as well as he has these past seven days, and all I want is more. I knew going into this that all I stay was two weeks, but now, I don’t know if I can let him go.
“Are you almost ready?” Rhys calls from down the hall, and I smile at my reflection. I brought out the big guns for this date. I curled my hair so it hangs loosely over my shoulders, I did my makeup as sexy as I could with what I had in my bag, and I put on my skintight red dress that I know will drive Rhys crazy. Once he finds out that I can’t even wear underwear with it, I might be in for a rough couple of hours.
“I’ll be right out!” I call, taking one last look at myself and smiling, knowing that I can’t do better and that Rhys isn’t the type to tell me to change out of something I love. And the second I open the door to his bedroom and see him leaning against the wall in a black Henley shirt and black jeans, looking like all kinds of sex on a stick, I know that I’m in trouble. But when his eyes meet mine and widen, taking in my red dress and the fact that it just barely hits the middle of my thighs, I know he approves.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his hand grazing his jaw, playing with his beard as if trying to figure out what to do with me.
“Do I look okay?” I say with a small voice, turning in a slow circle so he can get the full effect of the dress, but just as I turn back to him, he is there, pushing me against the wall and taking my lips in a punishing kiss.
“Do you look okay? Goddamn, you look like you dropped right out of every wet dream I’ve ever had.” I open my mouth to say something snarky, but I don’t have a chance because his lips take mine once more as his fingers find the hem of my dress, trailing fire up my thighs until he meets my naked flesh.
“Surprise?” I whisper against his mouth. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe for him to drop to his knees and eat me out the way I love, or maybe even plunge those talented fingers inside me like I had originally planned. Instead, Rhys undoes his belt and his pants, and before I have a chance to open my mouth and ask what he’s doing, he lifts my dress up over my hips and plunges his cock so deep inside me that I can’t speak.
“You think you can walk around this house in that dress looking like a fantasy without having panties on, and I won’t fuck you right where you stand?” he moans, his fingers gripping the flesh of my ass as he fucks me harder and harder. My head falls back against the wall with an audible thud as my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. My fingers lace through his hair as I bring his lips back to mine.
“Rhys,” I whisper, my hips meeting every one of his thrusts, causing a guttural sound to escape his lips. “God, that feels so fucking incredible.” I don’t even know if those words come out as full sentences because the way his cock feels plunging into my wet heat is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Before I know it, my orgasm starts building like a freight train that’s about to ride off the tracks.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I can feel that pussy squeezing my dick so hard. I know you’re close, and I want you to come so hard for me, okay? I want you to come so I can take you out and then bring you back here and fuck you properly.” My eyes widen, wondering what the fuck is properly when this feels an awful lot like a dream.
“Jesus…” I mutter, my eyes squeezing shut as he plunges into me hard, harder than he ever has. I think I hear glass shattering on the floor, but before I can open my eyes to look, my orgasm crashes over me, and I shatter.
“Goddamn, that pussy is heaven, baby,” he whispers, kissing down my throat as he pulls me from the wall and walks us into his bedroom, lying us down on his bed as he starts to plunge into me once, twice, and three times before he stands up, taking his cock in his hand and groaning. “Let me see it, sweetheart. Pull that dress up, and let me see that pussy.” Over the past week, I’ve learned that dirty talk is half of why Rhys is the best sex I’ve ever had. That monster cock in his hand is the other reason, and right now, I want to see him mark me, so I do as he says. I pull up my dress, widening my legs and plunging my fingers into my wet heat, knowing it will drive him crazy.
“You want to mark me, Rhys?” He nods, groaning so loud I think his neighbors might hear. “Then mark me, come on me so hard. I want to see your cum all over me.” His eyes widen right before his hand strokes in a fury, and he comes hard, groaning as his cum hits my stomach.
“Shit,” he mutters as his strokes slow. His breathing is labored, and his eyes are glazed over. “That was not what I had planned for tonight,” he says through a smile, and I laugh, leaning over to grab the tissue off the nightstand and clean myself up.
“I’d say that was a good start to the night.” He winks as he leaves the room, and I hear water running. After a few seconds, he comes back with a washcloth, and to my surprise, he kneels in front of me and cleans off every speck of our lovemaking, kissing my stomach softly when he’s done.
“Are you ready for our actual date?” I raise a brow. “What’s that look for? I’m still taking you out. I need to show you off in that dress. Plus, I made reservations.” He looks at his watch as his eyes widen. “Which we will be late for if we don’t leave now.” He stands and holds out his hands for me to take. When I do, he lifts, and once I’m standing, he fixes my dress.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” I ask, his words running in the back of my mind since he said them. He tilts his head in confusion, and I laugh. “When you said you wanted to take me out so you could bring me back here and fuck me properly.” His eyes darken, and he leans in and kisses me softly before pulling me out of his bedroom and down the hall.
“Baby, I meant every word.”
“If that wasn’t fucking me properly, then what is?” I mutter more to myself than anything, and when I look up and see the determined look cross Rhys’s face, I wonder what I just unlocked. He bends down, taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting softly.
“You have no idea what’s in store for you when we get home. So you better eat whatever you want for the next few hours because you will burn it off.” I take a breath, wondering how I got this man and how the hell I’m going to say goodbye to him in a week.