Society Girls: Rhieve (4 page)

R
hieve

This flight is off to a great start. I should've known Calum would've slept with his flight attendant. Why wouldn't he when she was obviously so willing? She was probably adventurous, too. Maybe he even took her to one of the clubs. Ugh. I need to stop thinking these things. There are going to be all kinds of women in his clubs who he's done things with, and I have to pretend to be okay with that. I won't ever be
really
okay about any of this mess, but for my own sanity, I should probably try.

I also need to try what Jade, Reina, and I discussed. No time like the present.

"We have a long flight."

"Yeah, but you can sleep, and there's Wi-Fi on here," he tells me, not looking up from his laptop.

When we were told to take our seats, he chose one at one of the desks. I sat across from him, because I didn't know what else to do. Apparently, he really just wants to work. Well, I need to do
my
job, too, and that happens to be him right now.

"We need to be comfortable with each other. That's what I want to do during the flight."

That gets his attention. His head whips up so fast, I'm afraid he's going to fall out of his seat. His eyes search my face, and he swallows hard. "What do you have in mind?"

"For the press, we need to be able to kiss, and touch...be affectionate without it being forced."

"Yes," he agrees.

"And for your clubs, we need to be believable as lovers."

"Rhieve, are you saying you want to join the Mile High Club?"

He's trying to make a joke, but I can see that he's freaking out a little. Just like I was earlier today.

"What makes you think I'm not already a member?" I ask, keeping things light.

"The way your eyes flashed when I asked you. It was only for a second, but I saw it."

I'm the one swallowing now. He shouldn't have seen that break in my façade. There shouldn't have been a break. He's making me slip, and while that might be good for our cover since it means I'm getting comfortable with him, it's not good for me. I can't let my guard down.

"Whatever. Are we going to do this, or what?"

"I'm never going to say no to doing
you,
love. We should probably start with the kissing and touching first, though. I don't want to scare you."

"I'm not afraid of anything you want to do," I say, trying to show more courage than I feel.

"So if I call Todd out here to play with us, you'd be okay with that?"

What? No. Oh God, is that what he likes? Ménages? I'm not letting anything in where things should just be coming out. Nope.

"I-I don't want anything in there."

"In where, Rhi?"

"I really hate you sometimes," I tell him, deciding to abandon this part of the plan, and just fake it. I've been doing it for myself for years, so how hard can it be with him?

"Wait," he says, grabbing my arm. "I was just messing with you. I
have
been with Todd and other women. Other guys and other women, and a few girls at a time, too. If you were just someone I was fucking, everyone at the club would expect the same, but you're not just some random woman. You're my fiancé, and more than that, you were once my closest friend. I don't want any other man—or woman—touching you. I wanted to kill the guys you brought to the galas and parties, and all I saw them do was dance with you, put their arms around you, and on occasion kiss your cheek."

"You were jealous?"

"Yes," he admits with no hesitation.

"Why?"

"From the moment I saw you again, I wanted you Rhi."

"You never said or did anything to let me know that."

"No, I didn't. You know my reputation, so you know I'm not the guy for you. I will give you so much pleasure, you'll barely be able to stand being without me when we're apart, but I'll never be able to give you the fairy tale you deserve."

I want to tell him
he's
my fairy tale, but it's too soon, and I'm still not sure I can trust him with my heart, despite how sweet he's being. Instead of talking, I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. There's a king size bed, covered in a fluffy, dark green comforter. I stop in front of it, and turn back to Calum. My hands are shaking, so I try to let his go. He holds on, and uses his other hand to cup my cheek.

"You don't have to be scared of me. I would never do anything that would hurt you, even if you asked me to."

"Do you like that? Pain with your sex?" I ask, trying to control my breathing, and praying he says no.

"I don't hate it. A little light paddling can be fun, but nipple clamps are not for me."

What am I doing here? Plain, boring Rhieve is not going to please Calum, and even though this is pretend, I need to please him. As much for me as for him. I close my eyes as tears start to form.

"Rhi, love, why are you about to cry?" he asks, and I can hear the panic in his voice.

"I'm boring."

* * *

C
alum

Those two words shouldn't be sexy, but damn if they're not. She's worried about pleasing me, when all I can think about is making her fall apart. "You're beautiful, and sexy, Rhi. I can promise you when I look at you, the word 'boring' doesn't even cross my mind."

"Missionary," she blurts out, and I know she means that's all she's ever had. I'm not surprised.

"Yeah, like I said, I've seen the guys you've dated. I'm surprised they even got their limp dicks hard enough to slide inside."

"Sometimes, they didn't. I-I wasn't sexy enough. What Katie said about me being an Ice Queen? That's not the first time I've heard it."

It won't be the last, either, but not from me. We're going to be hot together. There's not a single doubt in my mind about that. "Are you trying to challenge me to melt that ice, love? Because I'm up for the challenge."

"Are you?" she asks, looking down at my pants, and I feel myself grow even harder under her scrutiny.

"There's my sassy girl," I say, before I can even think about what I'm saying.

"You always brought out that side of me," she reminds me.

I lean forward and kiss her. Just a sweet, long kiss. I need her to know I want her, but I won't take her like I've taken other women. She compels me to be slow and sweet. I don't remember ever doing that with a woman—or girl—in my life, but I'm going to do it with Rhieve.

I reach a hand down to unzip the strapless dress she's wearing. She starts unbuttoning my shirt as I slide the dress down her body. I want to break the kiss so I can look at her, but then again, I don't want to ever remove my mouth from hers. Her slightly pouty lips have been driving me crazy for years, and now that I have access to them, I want to sip, lick, and nibble on them forever.

She pulls away first, and smiles when I try to follow her lips with mine. "I need to look at your abs."

I burst out laughing. "I've had my shirt off at pool parties."

"Yeah, but I wasn't allowed to get close, or touch."

"Consider this your official permission to look and touch any part of me, any time."

She leans down and licks across one of the ridges of muscle, making me hiss. "I'm going to assume that licking, kissing, and sucking are acceptable as well."

"Yeah, definitely."

"You have permission too. I mean, if you want."

"I don't just want, Rhi. I
need
that permission."

I spin us around, and sit on the bed. With her heels still on, I'm eye level with her ribs. That's as good a place as any to start, because although her lacy bra and panties are calling to me, I'm planning to worship every inch of her.

I lean forward and run my lips and then the tip of my tongue back and forth, just under the heavy swells of her breasts. Moving lower, I bite gently on her ribs as I cover them with my mouth as well. She moans, and I smile against her soft skin. My hands are still on her hips, torturing us both.

"Move back a little, love," I whisper in between flicks of my tongue on her belly button.

She does, and I slide my thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties. They're high-waisted, and again, shouldn't be sexy, but hell yeah they are. Grey satin, with black lace side panels, and a perfectly matching her bra, which I'll get to soon.

I keep my eyes locked on Rhieve's as I slide them down her legs. I want to let her know I'm with her here, and not just looking for my release. I'll take that eventually, but right now this is about making her feel sexy.

I run my hands up her legs, and spread them open. Now it's time to look. She moves her hands down to try and cover herself, but I swat them away.

"Beautiful," I tell her as I see her bare mound and folds, which are flushed pink at the moment and glistening with her arousal.

Reaching around, I cup her ass with my hands and pull her forward. She freezes and tries to pull away, but I don't let her get far as I look up at her.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asks.

"If you don't know, then those guys you've been with need to have their asses beat."

"They've done it, but it's gross."

"Gross? You don't like to be eaten like you're the finest meal a man has ever had?"

"Um, I've never felt like that. It's always been kind of sloppy, honestly."

Oh hell no. I'm seriously considering finding every damn guy who's put his mouth on her, and cutting his damn tongue out. First, I need to show her how a real man does things with a pretty little pussy and clit.

I pull her close again, until my lips touch her lower ones. "I'm ruthless," I say as I take my first lick. "I'm crass." A light suck. "I'm rough." A little bite. "And I'm definitely a dirty, dirty bastard," I tell her as I twist my tongue into her folds. "However, I am never, ever sloppy."

With that, I start alternating between the licking, sucking and biting. She's arching into me, and when her hands move into my hair and tug, I lift her up, and lie back so she's riding my face as she braces her hands on the bed behind us.

"Cabe," she says with a shudder, causing me to stop for a moment. She hasn't used her nickname for me in all these years, but she's doing it now, and that's a big deal to me.

"What do you need, Rhi?"

"I don't know," she says, moving herself over me as I brush my lips across her. I can hear the tremor in her voice, and I know she means what she says.

"What makes you come when you're alone?"

She hesitates in her words, but her body is still moving. "Fingers," she says, finally. "I love your mouth, but can...can I have your fingers?"

Instead of answering her verbally, I slide two fingers into her while sucking her clit into my mouth. She cries out as I pump and suck, and then she's clamping down on my fingers and full-on fucking my face. I look up to see her head thrown back, which is the only disappointment in what we're doing. I wanted to see her face. Since I plan on this orgasm being the first of many for her, I'll just have to make sure I see her next time.

As she goes limp on a sigh, I lift her up and flip her onto her back next to me. After cleaning off my fingers by licking her cum off them, I go to my knees and lean over her. "Well?"

"That was enlightening."

"Not the word I was looking for, but I'll take it," I tell her with a laugh.

"You know it was amazing, so you don't need to need to hear it from me."

"No ego stroking, huh?"

"Nope, but I might be willing to stroke something else," she says, reaching for me.

I move out of the way, and stroke myself over my pants. I just need a little something to relieve the pressure. My dick won't be happy until it's completely buried in Rhieve, but it's just going to have to wait.

"Not yet, Rhi. What you told me caused me to deviate from my original plan, but I haven't totally abandoned it."

"Am I allowed to know what the plan is?"

"I'm going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body, and the next time you come, I'm going to make sure I can see your face. Then, I'm going to bury myself balls deep in your sweet pussy, and claim it as mine. That okay with you?"

R
hieve

Seriously? After what he just did, does he really need to ask? He's looking at me like he really wants me to answer, so I do. "Yes. I believe that will be acceptable."

That wicked smile comes out to play, and then he's leaning over to take off the one heel that managed to stay on my foot after all he just did to me. I have no clue where the other one is, and despite them being a favorite pair, I don't care if I never see them again. He's just that damn good. I knew he would be, but wow!

He rains kisses all over the top of my foot while massaging my arch. It feels wonderful, and I can't stop the moan that escapes from my throat. After what he just did, I have no room for embarrassment, even though I'm lying here pliant and nearly naked while he's still got all his clothes on. Calum seems more than willing to make me feel just as good again, and my body and mind are in agreement about wanting that.

My calf is the next to get a massage and some kisses, and then he turns my knee to kiss and lick the back of it. It feels so good, and I nearly fly off the bed. "None of those assholes did that either, I'm guessing," he says, and I can feel his smile against my thigh as he moves up my body.

"No. Sloppiness, oral sex where I faked my orgasm, and a couple of pumps of their dicks was pretty much standard operating procedure. The rest of my body was ignored. Well, except for a boob grope here and there."

His eyes get serious as he literally growls. "I can assure you that when I make my way to your fabulous rack, it will not be for a fucking grope. Idiot wankers."

I laugh, because he almost never lets any British slang or sayings into his speech, despite the accent he's acquired while living in London. "I think you might ruin me for other men."

"Any man worthy of you would be willing to beat the bar I'm going to set for him."

The only man I want is him, and I already know no one will come close to making me feel the way he does, because it's not just his skill and experience that made my vision go blurry a few minutes ago; it's him. That's why I called him by my nickname for him, even though I never planned for that word to leave my mouth again.

When we were kids everyone called him Calum, or Cal, and I wanted something different. I merged his first and last name into one word, and it became mine alone. If anyone else heard me say it, and tried to use it too, he'd tell them to never speak it again. It was mine until he left me, and I made myself forget about it when I tried to forget him. His magical tongue caused me to say it without thinking, but now it's mine again, and I want it back.

"I called you Cabe."

"I know," he says as he bites my hip. I squeal, and his head whips up. "Sorry. I won't do that again."

"You surprised me, but it didn't really hurt."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "I'm not some china doll who's going to break if you're a little rough."

Calum's eyes look conflicted, but he nods, and kisses my other hip. Licking a path up the center of my stomach, he nudges his tongue under my underwire, and licks the underside of one breast and then the other. His hands slide behind my back, and then my bra is off, and flying over his shoulder. I fight the urge to cover myself as he leans back and looks.

"Magnificent. I knew they would be, but my God, Rhieve, every single part of you is even better than I dreamed it would be."

I blush for like the tenth time since he started undressing me, but I don't try to hide. Lots of men have told me I'm beautiful when I have my clothes on, and a couple have even stopped to tell me that when I'm naked, but no one has made me feel it like he's managing to do. It might have a lot to do with the wonder I hear in his voice, like he's finally unwrapping a present he’s always wanted.

Despite that, he's gentle as he licks the fleshy parts of my breasts, and sucks lightly on my nipples. There's a hint of teeth, but no more biting, and I'm not sure I like that. I told him I won't break, but he's still treating me like I will. It feels good, so I'm not going to push it now, but at some point, we're going to revisit this. You know, when my mind isn't starting to blank out again.

Too soon, he's moving up to my collarbone, and I'm learning that everywhere he touches me is some kind of erogenous zone for me. I nearly die as he sucks lightly on my neck over and over again and then nibbles on the sensitive skin behind my ear. I sigh as he plants little kisses all over my face, and finally finds my lips once more. Like everything he's doing, his kisses are sweet and slow, but I'm on fire, and need more.

"I need you inside of me," I tell him as I pull his shirt off his shoulders and then reach for his belt.

He doesn't stop me this time, letting me get his pants and briefs pushed down over his hips. He even helps me, kicking them off when they're low enough. "Oh shit. I need a condom from my wallet. Hold on, Rhi."

"Trust me, I'm not going anywhere."

"You're so damn cute."

Cute? He just kissed the entire front of my body, and he thinks I'm cute? Ugh. It has to be all the talking I'm doing because I'm nervous "I'm sorry."

He freezes with his hand in his pocket and looks over his shoulder. "What the hell are you apologizing for?"

"Talking so much, and being cute," I answer as I give into my urge and cover my face with my hands. "I want to be sexy for you."

My hands are pulled away from my face, and the look on his face is so intent that I'm almost scared of him. "I love that we're talking, and having fun, Rhi. I usually just fuck, and honestly there's not much talking even before I'm inside the women I've been with. You are so different from everyone else, and that's a good thing. I want more than just a release with you, and if I haven't made you feel that already, then I'm the one who's sorry."

"You're sure I'm turning you on?"

He takes my hand and moves it down to his erection, wrapping my hand around it. It's thick, large, and hard as it pulses in my hand. "That's all you. All fucking you."

"Oh. Wow."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment on my size."

"Please do," I say, stroking him like I tried to do earlier. Once again, he stops me, and I'm the one growling now.

"You said you wanted me inside you, Rhi. If you keep working me with your hand, I'm going to come now, and you'll have to wait for me to be able to do what you want."

The thought of me making him so crazy he can't stop himself gives me a sense of power I've never felt before. I almost want to keep running my hands over him, but I want to feel him filling me up even more, so I stop.

"I reserve the right to touch you again at a later date."

"You're not going to get any complaints from me."

He kisses me once more as I let him go. I can't help but lick my lips as I watch him tear open the condom wrapper and roll it over his hard length. He kneels between my legs, spreading them wide before he enters me in one slow, smooth stroke.

His arms are braced on either side of my head as he withdraws and slides back in. He does this over and over again, taking me at a maddeningly slow pace. It feels good, but it also feels wrong. I somehow know he doesn't have sex like this, and while I want to be different from other women, I don't want him holding back.

"I told you I won't break, so stop acting like I will," I say, grabbing his ass, and arching up to meet his thrusts as I try to make him go faster.

"I need this time to be like this. To show you I care."

He looks in my eyes, and I see pain there, mixed with desire. I run my fingers over his cheek. "Just the fact that you want that is enough. You've done nothing but make me feel special. Take me like you want, Cabe. I want it that way, too."

* * *

C
alum

Rhieve's words nearly stop my heart. She's giving me permission to let myself loose. I want to be sweet, and soft, but I
need
to take her hard and fast. I won't unleash everything, but I do speed up, going deeper with every thrust. I pull her legs up and curl my hands around her knees, setting her at a slight angle. With this new position, my pelvis and the base of my cock hit her clit as I begin to lose control. She cries out, and I feel my balls tighten. I'm close, but I won't go without her.

"I need you to come for me, Rhieve. Do it now."

She cries out again, and then she's milking my cock, taking me with her when I see the wild abandon on her face as she looks almost pained by how hard she's orgasming. I know the feeling since I've never come so hard in my damn life. I seriously thought I might black out for a minute, and that has never happened, even with as many partners as I've taken over the years. Rhieve said she thought I'd ruin her for other men, but she's already done the same to me. Her cries, her tight pussy, and the taste of her—all of her—is already driving me out of my mind.

I slip out of her with a groan, and kiss her lightly before going to take care of the condom, Once I clean up, I come back to find her curled up on her side, waiting for me with a shy smile. She's so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her. When she's all fancy and done up, she's gorgeous, but with her hair messy, and her makeup smeared, she is beyond stunning.

"Turn over onto your stomach," I tell her as I climb back into the bed.

"So you're ready to completely let loose then with me like you are with other women?"

I chuckle, because of course she would know I was still holding back a little. "No, smart ass, and you don't really want that anyway. I use those women to just make myself feel good. I'm not using you."

"Yes, you are," she says, turning over and hugging a pillow underneath her.

I sigh before moving her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. "Yeah, I am, but it's still different. I'm using you for your class, not your ass," I say, smacking hers lightly nonetheless.

"I liked that, Cabe, so if you're hoping to scare me off with your wicked ways, it's not working."

"A light slap is not even close to how wicked I can get, Rhi," I reply, kissing across her shoulders, before sliding down to cover every inch of her spine with my mouth and tongue.

"Maybe we can try some things. Not...everything, but I'm willing to experiment a little."

I'm down to the top of her ass now, and I kiss all over her tight, round cheeks before I answer. "I would love to try whatever you want, but I don't need to. I promise you that what we just did was better than anything I've done with any other woman."

"You promise?"

I move back up so I can lie next to her and look her in the eye. "I promise."

She leans into me and kisses me. I kiss her back as I pull her into my arms. Our lips are still touching when I feel myself drift off. I wasn't planning on sleeping during the flight, but then again, I didn't expect to have Rhieve in this bed with me, either. Sometimes reality can be better than a fantasy, and today is one of those times.

It's several hours later when I wake up. Rhieve is still sprawled over me, and while I don't want to move, I'm hungry, and I know she will be too when she wakes up. She stirs when I slide out from under her, but she doesn't wake up. I smile down at her before throwing on my pants, and heading to the little galley kitchen.

I figure out how to heat up our dinners, and am just uncorking some wine when I hear her scream. I drop the bottle, barely registering the resounding crash on the tile floor, and run to the bedroom. Upon entering, I see her in the corner, one of the pillows clutched in front of her naked body. Todd is under the sheet on the bed, and from what I can see he's naked, too.

"What the fuck?"

"I just came in for my turn, and she freaked out," Todd says smiling like it's no big deal.

"When have I ever brought a woman in this bedroom?" I ask, barely controlling my rage.

"Um, never, I guess."

"So shouldn't that tell you things are different?"

"Wait...seriously? You're not sharing her with me?"

"I am
never
sharing her with anyone. She's my fiancé, not some random chick."

"I didn't know." He turns to look at Rhieve. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you were like the other women who've flown with us."

"Not your fault. You were only doing what you knew," she tells him, each word slicing into me. "Can you turn around so I can put on my dress, please?"

He looks towards the door where I'm standing, and then closes his eyes. I know he's sorry, but this situation still sucks. Just when things were going well, too.

"I have food for us out there. I dropped the wine, but if you want to sit down at one of the tables, I'll get everything ready," I tell her once she's zipped into her dress again.

"I'm going to go into the bathroom, but I'll be out in a few minutes." She's smiling, but I know she's gotta be pissed at me. She passes by me, but stops to look at Todd. "You can open your eyes now, but thank you for being a gentleman."

And there she is, the Rhieve everyone sees. The sweet, proper woman who will do anything she can to make people comfortable. She's the one I need for my plan, but I need the fiery and passionate version of her when we're in private. She seems to be able to balance the two, so I need to make myself do it as well.