Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Depending on if the critic is in New York,” Van muses.
“Uh, how am I supposed to calm down?” I scoff. “Our debut album’s minutes away from coming out! How is everyone not crawling out of their skin?!”
“Come here,” Rhys says. I do as I’m told, walking over to him at the table, realizing that he’s recently arranged a few bottles of wine to sit alongside the block of cheese he’s been working on with his knife.
“Please don’t tell me that your solution to this problem is going to be downing a bunch of wine and cheese.” I frown. “I’m so freaked out and nauseous I really don’t know if I can eat anything right now, Rhys—”
“Just try a bite?” Rhys asks, already holding up a small cut of cheese.
“…Fine,” I relent, reaching a hand toward the cheese in his palm. But Rhys shakes his head as my fingers graze it, instead lowering the cheese down to my mouth, his fingers slipping past my lips as the cheese lands right on my tongue.
Fuck.
Something clenches tight in my abdomen at the intimacy of it all, my attention suddenly rerouted to Rhys and only Rhys. I force down a pathetic, desperate whimper, my body wanting so badly to have him take my mind off the album release by taking me to bed. Curious to know if Rhys is in the same frame of mind as me, I gently wrap my fingers around his wrist, forcing his fingers to stay in my mouth.
And then, I playfully slide my lips up and down the length of his fingers, lightly chuckling to myself at the simulated blowjob.
But Rhys isn’t laughing. His eyes are blown in a familiar way, his dark eyes wide with need and desire. Before I even know it, Rhys’s hands are around my waist, and he’s pressing me against the nearest wall in his living room. I let out a small whimper in fake protest, knowing that I should care about him taking me in front of the band, or really, in front of Cameron, but I just can’t bring myself to give it any consideration.
Just then, Rhys slips a hand down the front of my jeans, his fingers wasting no time as he slides them underneath my panties, too. A few seconds later and he’s circling my clit in firm, tight circles, my every other breath turning into a shameless moan. All of my moans are quieted though, when Rhys presses his mouth against mine, his hand still steadily working my clit.
I brazenly rock my hips against Rhys’s palm as he plays with me, not caring if anyone else in the room notices what we’re doing off in the corner. I then feel Rhys gently laugh into our kiss, his fingers pushing further back from my clit until he easily slides two of them into my soaking-wet pussy, my walls clenching tight around his digits in response. He casually fingers me, with his mouth still on mine and his thumb now putting pressure on my clit as he moves his finger all across the sensitive nub.
I shudder, pleasure shooting straight down my waist and all over the rest of me too, my clit throbbing at his touch, my nipples aching behind the fabric of my bra. But just when it feels like I’m going to explode against Rhys’s palm, he moves his hand away from my jeans, right before he takes a full step back from me, too.
“Rhys…” I keep my voice at a whisper, confused about what’s on his mind. “Don’t—”
My words are interrupted by Rhys’s hands going back toward my waist, his fingers nonchalantly tugging my jeans and panties down to the floor. Rhys starts to head down to the floor too, his knees hitting the ground just as my clothes fall around my ankles. He then gently lifts one foot from the pool of clothes on the floor and puts my leg over his shoulder, my jeans and panties awkwardly hanging from the back of my sneaker.
“Rhys, what—” I barely have a chance to get out the words before Rhys’s mouth is on me, his tongue sliding along my clit. I try to stop myself from moaning too loud, but I can’t help it, not with the way Rhys is lapping at my pussy, each stroke of his tongue bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I twist my fingers in his hair as he eats me out, and I buck my waist against his mouth, desperately chasing my own release.
“Rhys…Rhys…” I moan his name as I throw my head back against the wall, my body shivering with pleasure. “Fuck…”
My eyes close tightly as I come for him, my chest gasping for air as an orgasmic wave rolls right through me. I don’t open my eyes until I feel someone’s hands lifting my T-shirt away from my skin, their fingers soon expertly slipping off my bra, too.