Page 65 of Lilacs and Leather

“Then let’s play.”

And then I lean down and claim her mouth with mine.

Twenty-Five

Lydia

Rhett’s lips are a hard press that is as relentless as everything else about this moment.His lips move mine, guiding me and giving me almost no choice but to follow. My eyes fall closed, and my hands curl around the edges of his hoodie, the zipper digging into my palms as I hold on for dear life. Rhett’s whiskey scent fills every part of my mind, the feeling of his lips, the way his tongue pushes at the seam of my mouth driving out every other thought. I moan as I open for him, letting him take the lead for the moment. I can taste the hint of champagne and orange juice still lingering, but everything else is all him.

When Rhett pulls back, I try to follow, but he moves too fast and I’m left in my chair, panting hard. My eyes crack open, trying to find him even as my arms stretch as he straightens. I gasp as he takes both of my wrists in one of his broad hands, breaking my hold. He yanks me to my feet, and I only just barely manage to find my feet, stumbling as he pulls me toward the center of the room. My feet sink deep into the white cloud of a carpet below me, the fibers tickling the spaces between my toes. I stare up into Rhett’s face, words failing me at the inferno I see looking back at me. His eyes run along my body, and I shiver at the predatory hunger there. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I let out a little involuntary whine.

Rhett steps into my space, holding my wrists against his chest between us. I fight the urge to take a step back, but I drop my gaze to his throat, waiting for him to make a move. My entire body trembles, but I’m not afraid. Something about the way Rhett looks at me is making my mind kick into overdrive, and I focus on my breathing.

“Look at me, little one,” he drawls at last.

I look up slowly, still counting my breathing in my head. I can feel how wet I am, his scent and body heat enough to bring out that reaction. His entire being is a potent, mind-scrambling drug, and I can’t get enough. His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils blown wide so I can barely see the ice blue iris. His gaze settles my fluttering stomach, even as my pussy throbs.

“Keep your eyes on me, love. Stay right here,” he purrs, and I nod mindlessly.

Rhett smiles. “Such a good girl, so eager to obey.”

His words go straight to my clit, and I can feel my racing heartbeat between my legs. I have to fight the urge to rub my thighs together. He releases my wrists, but I don’t dare to move, keeping my eyes locked with his. Rhett’s hands run down my arms, over my stomach, until his fingers slip below the hem of my shirt. I work with him to lift it up and over my head, my eyes never leaving his. It’s so easy to get lost there, to let my mind go blissfully blank like this. I’m hardly aware of his hands freeing my breasts until I feel them fall, heavy and aching now. Rhett’s fingers pop the button on my jeans, hands running over my hips until they stop, my pants halfway down my thighs.

“Have you not been wearing underwear this whole time?” Rhett asks, tone almost casual.

I swallow, shaking my head. His fingers dig into my skin, and I jump.

“No, sir. Mateo—”

My words are cut off with a gasp as Rhett’s hands move around and seize the globes of my ass, pulling me into him as his lips find mine again in another demanding, bruising kiss. When he pulls away, I’m breathless again, my head spinning. He kneels for a moment, helping me to step out of my jeans before he’s back, towering over me.

“I’m going to tell you what I want to do, and you’re going to tell me if you consent. You can say no to anything, and there won’t be any hard feelings. Do you understand, little one?” Rhett starts, voice deadly serious.

I nod, but then remember the press of his fingers. “Yes, sir.”

He hums his approval, and it makes my heart skip. “Very good. I want you on your knees, and I want to fuck this perfect mouth of yours. When I’m done with that, I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you scream for me. How does that sound?”

My knees go a little weak, and I lock them to avoid collapsing on the spot. My head spins, the sound of his voice making me drip. I’m still caught in his frozen blue gaze, and my only thoughts are of pleasing him, of wanting to do everything he described and more.

“Yes, sir. Please,” I gasp, swallowing hard as my mouth goes dry.

“Good girl. On your knees for me then.”

I sink to the floor, sitting back on my heels as I stare up. Rhett’s hand comes up to cup my chin, holding me there are his other hand moves to the crotch of his jeans, deftly working open the button and zipper.

“So beautiful like this, on your knees for me. Such a good girl. Open for me, that’s it,” he whispers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him guiding his cock forward, and I open eagerly. The first brush of him against my lips makes me shiver and whine and I try to take more, but Rhett’s fingers on my chin tighten in warning. I settle back, letting him thrust forward and withdraw, only giving me the tip. I close my lips around him, running my tongue along his length and I moan, the taste of him making my eyes fall closed. He’s salty and sweet and bitter, like the finest dark chocolate. I ball my hands into fists in my lap, fighting the urge to reach up and touch. His hand leaves my chin, and I use that as my opportunity to take over the pace. His praise has set a fire in my belly, and I want to prove myself worthy of it.

I revel in his gasp as I work my mouth around his cock, coating him until I can feel it sliding down my chin. I suck deeper on each pass, whining each time I taste his pre-cum. He’s big, but I know I can take him all. I furrow my brow in concentration, moaning when I feel his fist against my nose. I’m close, and he’s going to be so pleased if I can just—

Rhett’s hand fists in my hair as I swirl my tongue around his tip, and my whole body freezes. The heat pooling between my legs and in my chest banks as ice water fills my veins. My eyes fly open, and I whimper. He pushes forward, the hand on the back of my head pushing me farther down. My mind clears, and I finally get control over my limbs again. I shove his hips hard, falling backward and closing my eyes.

“Lydia, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Rhett demands, panic and concern heavy in his voice.

I shake my head, trying to stop my chest from heaving. I focus on Rhett’s whiskey and leather scent, using it ground myself, to keep my mind in the present. I feel hands on my jaw, cradling my face in gentle hands.

“Do you need to stop? What’s your color?”