Rhett (Rhett #1)(46)
Author: J.S. Cooper

"Really now?" I grinned. "Do you have a bathing suit with you?"

"No." She winked at me. "But I’ll make something work."

"That sounds interesting."

"Interesting?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I threw my hands up in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey. I might be a player, but I’m not a pimp. I don’t have sexy lines ready for every occasion."

"Why not?" She grinned and she ran over to the bed and jumped onto it.

"Wow, it’s super soft."

"Are you trying to tease me?" I walked over to the bed quickly and flopped down next to her and took her in my arms. She curled up next to me and I ran my hands down the sides of her waist.

“Maybe.”

“I told you, not here.” I grinned at her and ran my fingers to her butt and squeezed her butt cheeks.

“You’re such a tease.” She pouted at me and her brown eyes laughed at me.

“Oh?” I smirked and pushed my fingers between her legs and rubbed gently.

“Rhett.” She groaned and bit her lower lip, her eyes widening as I teased her slowly.

“Yes, dear?” I grinned and moved my hand back to her ass.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“Nah.” I laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you okay?” Her expression changed and she looked at me seriously.

“Yes, why?” I frowned.

“I meant about earlier.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I just realized we never finished talking about your mom.”

“Clementine, now is not the time to talk about my mom.” I sighed. “To be honest, I never need to talk about her again.”

“I just wanted to…” She started and I leaned forward and kissed her to shut her up. Her eyes widened as I bit down on her lower lip, hard, and kissed her more forcefully. My hands moved her closer to me and I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself on top of her body. I wasn’t going to f**k her, but I was going to have her begging me to. I smiled to myself as I thought about what I was going to do to her. She wasn’t going to know where her body ended and mine started when I was finished with her. And yet, she still wouldn’t have her release. At least not here. Not tonight. I pulled away from her and yanked her top off of her body. Her br**sts were almost spilling out of her bra.

“Is that the right size?” I looked down at her and smiled.

“What?” She looked up at me in a daze.

“Your bra seems a bit, uh, small.” I laughed and ran my fingers over the tops of her br**sts. “I’m not sure they’re meant to spill over like this.”

“You’re such a jerk.” She shook her head and laughed.

“So??” I waited. “Too small huh?”

“Yes, it’s a bit small.” She smiled up at me. “I thought if I bought a smaller size, it would make them look perkier.”

“They don’t need to look any perkier.” I lifted her up and undid her bra. “Not at all.” I stared at her naked br**sts and grinned. Then I reached my hands down and squeezed her ni**les. I watched as they hardened and smiled before running my fingers over them lightly. “You have beautiful real br**sts.”

“Huh?” She moaned slightly and looked up at me puzzled.

“Nothing.” I laughed. “Tomas and I just saw this chick with fake br**sts.”

“I see.” She gave me a look. “How did you know they were fake?”

“Well,” I paused. Normally, I would tell her the truth. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if I had already told her the truth about what had happened that night. However, as I sat there with her on the bed, I didn’t want to tell her how I knew. It felt cheap. And I felt like it would make this moment cheap. I didn’t want her to think I was in the habit of playing with girl’s br**sts. I didn’t want her to think that this wasn’t special to me. Because in all seriousness, it meant everything to me. I didn’t take this moment light-heartedly. Yes, I’ve squeezed a lot of br**sts and played with a lot of ni**les. I’ve titty f**ked and sucked with the best of them. Yet, none of them had been as beautiful to me. In this moment, I felt as if this were the first time I’d ever truly appreciated just how wonderful br**sts were. “Tomas told me.” I shrugged and lied. “He felt them up at a bar.”

“Did you feel them up to?” I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she asked me the question. She didn’t want to know the truth. I was almost sure of it.

“Of course not.” I shook my head. “Do you think I’m sort of pig?”

“Of course I do.” She laughed, but I could tell she looked pleased at my answer. “What sort of guy asks a girl if she bought the wrong sized bra?”

“A guy with knowledge of br**sts and bras.” I winked at her and she groaned.

“Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re a breast man, huh?”

“I can’t lie. I love br**sts and butts equally.” I licked my lips. “I love to f**k a girl from behind and grab her titties and then…” I stopped. “Okay, maybe that’s too much info.”

“It’s fine.” She reached up and stroked my face. “You don’t have to speak to me differently, now that you know me more intimately.”

“I guess.” I paused and then bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it gently. She writhed on the bed beneath me and I started nibbling on it as well. She moaned loudly and I could feel myself growing hard as she moved below me. I moved my mouth over to her other nipple and sucked on it with more pressure. It was hard as a rock and I knew that Clementine was just as horny as me. My fingers made their way down her stomach quickly and to her pants. I undid her button quickly and slipped my fingers down into my panties. I groaned as I touched her wetness. She was soaking and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing her clit roughly, wanting to get her even wetter.

“Rhett,” she groaned underneath me.

“Yes, Clementine.” I muttered against her nipple as I licked it with my tongue.

“You put your fingers in my panties so quickly now.” She laughed. “There’s no hesitation whatsoever.”

“Well you know.” I grinned. “I figured I don’t need to ask. We’ve been friends for years.”

“All I want to know.” She gasped. “Is why you haven’t done it before now?”