If I Told You (10 page)

“Do you want a cock in your pussy and your ass all at the same time?” he asks, barely above a whisper. “I could make that happen for you.”

“I can make that happen for me.” I smile. “I don’t need you to make my fantasies come true.”

“You sure about that?” He grins. “Maybe Flynn would like to join us and finally get a chance to be inside of you. What do you think about that, Brooklyn? Me and Flynn all over you.”

“That’s enough.”

“What? You can’t handle it?”

I smile. “I can handle it. I’m just ready to talk about something else.”

“Hmm, I think I hit a nerve. I think you’d like that very much.” He takes my hand in his. “I wonder when it’s time for us if you’ll imagine it’s Flynn instead.”

“Oh please. If I wanted to fuck Flynn, I could at any moment.”

“I don’t doubt it. So why haven’t you?”

“We’re done talking about him. Got it?”

Rhys smiles. “Got it.”

“Good.” I take a huge gulp of wine as I try to erase the image of Flynn and Rhys simultaneously fucking me.

Rhys orders dinner as my eyes glance around the restaurant. People try to catch glimpses of Rhys. They sneak pics on their phones, and I’m very aware I’m being watched. When our food comes, it seems everyone’s interested in what we ordered. For my part, I can barely taste it. All I want to do is get home and get rid of this tension between my legs.

After dinner, we walk outside and Rhys surprises me by taking my hand in his. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You want to go somewhere and get a drink?”

“What about my place?”

Rhys smiles. “Sure.”

“I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“I know. Even though you want to. You’re gonna make me work for it.”

I just shake my head as the limo appears beside us. After getting inside, we ride back to my apartment. I glance at my watch. It’s nearly midnight and Flynn might be home soon. I don’t want him to see me with Rhys, but then again, I do. Maybe he’d be so turned on and jealous, he’d jump in and my fantasy could come true. I smile at the thought.

“What are you thinking?” Rhys asks.

“Nothing.”

When we arrive, we go inside and head up to my place. Once there, we sit on the couch, awkwardly silent.

“Want a drink?” I ask after a minute.

“No.”

“What do you want?”

“You, Brooklyn.” He turns to me. “I want you.”

“I told you I’m not taking you to bed.”

“Just kiss me. I’ll take that much for now.”

Rhys leans in close and when his lips touch mine, it’s explosive. Suddenly, I’m laying down with him on top of me as I run my fingers through his hair. His hand moves up my thigh, and I allow it. When it moves between my legs, I don’t stop him, and when he starts rubbing my clit, I moan in encouragement. His fingers slip inside of me, and I grind against his hand. It feels so good. I reach down and rub his cock through his slacks. I want it. So bad. We fumble between us and then it’s in my hand, hot flesh pulsing in my grip.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want you so bad.”

“I know.”

His thumb presses onto my clit causing me to cry out. “I want to watch you come. Come for me, Brooklyn.”

“Yes. Just keep it like that. Just like that.”

I stroke his cock considering whether I just should go for it and climb on top of this beast. I need it inside of me. I need it bad.

I hear the jangling of keys and look up just in time to see Flynn. Our eyes lock and the tortured expression on his face causes me to pause. For a moment, I consider chasing him as he passes us, but then Rhys pulls my chin back toward him, kissing me hard, and I’m lost in pleasure once more.

That’s just fucking awesome. I didn’t expect to come home and see Rhys finger-fucking her on the couch. Dammit. Leaning against the hallway wall, I listen to her moans. It’s fucking killing me. What I wouldn’t give to take his place. To be the one giving her that much pleasure right now. That lucky bastard.

As I listen, I imagine what she must feel like to touch. I could go out there right now. I’m so close, I can hear the sound of their bodies rubbing together. I could watch. I could walk around this corner right now. I’d get to see her body and that pussy that I’m sure is amazing. He’s got his fingers buried inside of her right now and soon, maybe his cock. Rubbing my own dick, I think about how good she must feel. I think about what it would be like to finally taste her, like he might doing now. I imagine sliding my dick inside of her and grabbing hold of those amazing tits. I could go out there right now and risk his anger, risk her rejection. I could finally get inside of that, not giving a damn that he was there first. Then in the morning, we’d laugh it off and act like nothing happen. Nothing changed.

As another moans falls from her lips, I force myself to go into my bedroom. After peeling off my clothes, I lie on my bed, putting my arm over my eyes. I won’t go to them. I’ll just lie here, pretending that I’m not completely obsessed with her.

Closing my eyes again, I imagine Flynn coming back and pushing Rhys out of the way. I imagine him shoving his way between my legs and putting that incredible cock inside of me. Rhys, understanding what’s happening, would straddle my face and I’d suck his dick, overjoyed by the pleasure of two beautiful cocks to worship me. I moan as my orgasm hits and a moment later, Rhys explodes in my hand. I lean my head back, breathing hard as I try to regain my composure.

Rhys sits up, smiling at the mess he made on my stomach. I watch as he slowly licks the fingers that were deep inside of me. “Delicious,” he says. Leaning forward, he kisses me. “Did we have a visitor?”

“Flynn came home.”

“He saw us like this.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“You okay?”

“Perfect.”

He pulls my arms until I’m upright. “Thank you for tonight. I loved being able to touch you. You are magnificent, Brooklyn.”

“Thank you, Rhys. So are you.”

“I look forward to more. When you’re ready.”

I nod. “I’ll let you know.”

He kisses me again, softly this time. “I’ll go now. Can I call you?”

“Of course.”

“Great.” I watch him tuck his dick back inside his pants. His eyes roam over me and the sticky liquid sliding down my bare tummy. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I smile, grabbing some tissues off the coffee table. “It is.”

“Night, gorgeous. See you soon.”

He lets himself out, and I lie back on the couch for a minute. I have to talk to Flynn.

I hear the small knock on my door then she’s there, composed again like nothing happened.

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

“No.”

Brooklyn walks over climbing in bed beside me. “Sorry you had to see that. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen or I would’ve gone to my room.”

“It’s cool, Brooks. Is he gone?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you fuck him?”

She turns and looks at me. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I know you. What stopped you?”

“I’m not ready. I wasn’t expecting to do what I did.”

“Which was?”

She props herself up on her elbow. “You want details?”

No, not at all, but I have to act like this doesn’t bother me. I have to. “I usually get them.”

“I jerked him off. That’s all.”

“What did he do to you?”