Rhett (Rhett #1)(31)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“I guess.”

“Do you want me to tell you about o**l s*x, Clementine?”

“No.” She whispered, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“Are you sure?”

“No.” She sighed. “Maybe you can tell me the basics.”

“Okay. Hold on.” I dropped the phone on the bed, pulled my jeans all the way off and threw my shirt on the chair before getting into bed and grabbing my phone. “You there?”

“Yeah.”

“Where are you? In bed?” I asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Lights out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Just curious.” I bit my lower lip.

“Okay…”

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“No.” She exclaimed and I laughed. “Why?”

“No reason.” I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. I’d been about to tell her to touch herself at the same time, but I knew that would be pushing it too far. Get it together, Rhett.

“Okay.” She sounded confused.

“Okay, so when a guy goes down on a girl, she usually always orgasms.” I muttered, not sure how in-depth I should go.

“Oh wow.” She exclaimed and I closed my eyes.

“Yeah.” I paused. “Basically, a girl takes off her panties and spreads her legs.”

“Okay.” She whispered into the phone and I found my hand moving to my still hard cock. “What then?”

“Well then he uses his tongue and his lips to tease her.”

“How?” She asked and I stifled a groan as I pictured her lying on the bed with her legs spread.

“Well, he’ll lick her pu**y, suck on her clit, f**k her with his tongue.” I spoke crudely and quickly.

“Oh wow.” She sounded like she was shocked at my language.

“Then, he’ll lick her juices up as she orgasms on his face.” I continued, moving my hand faster. “Some girls pull your hair or push your face deeper into their pussies. Some close their legs so you can’t move.”

“That’s crazy.” She answered me and I felt my body building up to climax.

“Hold on, a second.” I muttered and put the phone down. I kept my eyes closed and imagined Clementine sitting on my face and riding me as I f**ked her with my tongue. I could picture the look in her eyes as she came. I’d grab her hips so she couldn’t move and she’d scream as I made her orgasm. I groaned as I felt myself cumming in my hands. My body jerked for a few seconds and I opened my eyes slowly before reaching over for my washrag and wiping off my hands and cock. I picked the phone back up and spoke slowly.

“Hey, sorry about that.” I yawned into the phone, suddenly feeling tired.

“You okay?” She sounded concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” I felt guilty talking to her on the phone, knowing I had just jerked off to thoughts of her riding my face.

“Oh okay. I’ll let you sleep. Thanks for telling me about what happens when a guy goes down on a girl.”

“No problem.” I whispered into the phone. “You can come to me for anything.”

“Thanks, Rhett.”

“Night, Clemmie.”

“Night, Rhett.” She hung up the phone and I lay back in the bed and groaned. I wasn’t sure what I was doing? Why was I suddenly obsessed with thinking sexual thoughts about Clementine? Part of me wanted to tell her that I could do more than tell her about o**l s*x. If she wanted, I could also show her what she’d been missing as well.

Chapter Eight

"I like the neon lights." Tomas walked around my vintage red 1986 Chevy pickup truck.

"Yeah, I thought it gave it the modern look." I grinned at him.

"You got a nitrous express kit as well?"

"Nah, just upgraded the engine, transmission and fuel."

"Oh you taking more octanes?"

"You better believe it." I zipped up my leather jacket and grinned at him.

"Dude you look like James dean." Tomas looked me over. "Very cool."

"I might just be the coolest dude in Charleston."

"Not cooler than me." He shook his head and then paused. "Whoa, mamacita. Isn’t that Clementine? She’s like sexy as shit." His eyes bulged as he looked to the right of me. I turned around and looked to see her. My heart stopped beating as I stared at her walking in a pair of tight black leather pants and a white top. Her hair was curled and she was grinning from ear to ear. I stared at her body and shifted as I felt myself growing hard. Then I saw Elliott next to her and frowned.

"Who’s the dude?" Tomas sounded taken aback.

"Some ass**le." I muttered as my eyes narrowed. This guy was seriously getting under my skin.

"Yo, you need to take care of him." Tomas hissed. "He looks like a papi chulo."

"He looks like a douche."

"Man I think I know him." Tomas frowned. "What’s his name?"

"Elliott." I grunted, not able to stop myself from staring at Clementine.

"Yeah, that’s him." Tomas nodded. "He dated this chick I used to mess with last year. Apparently he’s packing." He made a face. "Not that I know personally, but this girl, Jackie, she said he was into some kinky ass shit."

"Like what?" I frowned and looked at him.

"He likes f**king up the ass." Tomas made a face. "And he’s into that bdsm shit."

"Huh, okay." I frowned. "Clementine’s not down for that."

"Dude, you know these bitches. They down for everything. You know how many chicks tell me they don’t suck cock? You know how many chicks I got sucking my c**k at every traffic light?" Tomas raised an eyebrow at me. "I’m not trying to raise no trouble. I don’t know what you and Clementine got, big Elliott ain’t no sheep. He looks all innocent, but that dude be f**king at sex clubs and all sorts of shit."

"Sex clubs?" I looked at Tomas in disbelief and then back at Elliott and Clementine. "Really?"

"I’m just telling you what I heard." Tomas shrugged and I felt myself tensing up again.

"Hold on, stay by the truck. I’m going to go and get them. I’ll be right back." I made my way over to Clementine time and touched her on the shoulder. "Hey you." I smiled at her as she grinned at me.

"Hey." She reached out and gave me a big hug. "I’ve been looking for you."

"I’m over there with Tomas." I pointed to the corner of the parking lot and grabbed her arm. "Come and see the truck."