~Avery's POV~
After catching my boyfriend cheating and ending things on the spot, I packed my bag and booked a vacation to breathe again.
That was when I met him.
Rhys Kincaid, an attractive, confident young man who looked twenty-four, maybe twenty-five.
One night with him turned into the kind of sex that ruins me for anyone else, he fucked me so hard my legs wouldn't even move afterward. I thought I'd stumbled into heaven. I thought I'd met a real man.
Two months later?
I found out I was ten years older than him. And I'm not even thirty yet.
The man who topped and handled me so brutally I moaned loud enough to embarrass my ancestors…
That "grown" man was actually just... No way.
I stood there, stunned, unable to move. Finding out his real age felt unreal, he was way too young for me.
Now I'm embarrassed, confused, hooked, and trying very hard not to fall for someone who shouldn't even be on my radar.
But my heart?
My heart doesn't listen.
What on earth did I get myself into?
THE BEGINNING:
I met Rhys Kincaid during my vacation, a trip I took to heal from a betrayal that cut deeper than I ever expected.
My boyfriend of six years, the man I trusted with everything, I caught him sleeping with someone he always claimed was his "best friend."
The heartbreak was unbearable, and staying in the same city as him was impossible. I needed a reset. I never expected trouble… not the kind that would knock on my hotel door.
The first day at my destination, I kept to myself, sipping drinks at the hotel bar, wandering the lounge, soaking in the view, drowning in quiet. By the third night, late and lonely, there was a knock on my door. It was him.
Rhys Kincaid.
Tall, confident, impossibly attractive. He stood there holding a bottle of wine, his smile warm, his eyes curious. "I noticed you've been alone," he said. "Mind if I join you?"
With everything swirling in my head, I let him in. I didn't expect more than a conversation, a momentary escape from my own thoughts.
But from the moment we started talking, everything felt effortless. We clicked instantly. He introduced himself and explained why he was in the city, his business, his trading ventures, and spoke with such confidence that I assumed only someone experienced, someone older, could handle such responsibilities.
As the night wore on, we shared stories, laughter, and small secrets. Somewhere in the middle, we realized we had both come from the same city. That tiny coincidence made everything feel closer, familiar, electric. We drank until the heat between us was undeniable, until the world outside disappeared.
Then he leaned in, brushing his hand lightly against mine, his voice low but teasing: "Mind if I kiss you?"
I smiled, trying to act casual. "Aren't we supposed to be strangers?"
He chuckled softly, his gaze holding mine. "We've been talking for over an hour, sharing stories, laughing, getting to know each other. I'd say we're past strangers now."
I smiled, though it was impossible to ignore the heat radiating from him. I'd never done anything like a one-night stand before, but right now, I wanted him, wanted to feel this irresistible man in front of me. We were both sitting on the floor, glasses in hand, and I nodded. Yes. He could kiss me.
He leaned closer, turning me gently toward him, his hands sliding down until he was between my legs. The glass in my hand was set aside.
His fingers traced along the sensitive line, teasing, daring me, and his gaze never left mine. Those intense, beautiful eyes held me in place. Then, in a sudden, fluid motion, his hand moved lower, landing on my cock. I gasped, my body reacting instantly.
Before I could say a word, he kissed me, firm and sudden. His voice brushed my lips as he whispered, "You've got a good size… but trust me, I've got you beat."
Without hesitation, he took my hand and guided it to his hardness. I felt the weight, the thickness, the undeniable power in his body, and every nerve in me ignited at once.
With a low, commanding voice, he said, "With the power of my cock and the strength I hold, I'm asking… can we do more than just kiss?"
I was already hard, trembling with need. "Yes… Please… go ahead," I whispered, even begging him.
He smiled, slow and confident. "Gently…" he murmured, helping me out of my trousers until only my boxers remained. His hand wrapped around me through the fabric, teasing. "I love to use my mouth first… before I drive inside you."
My voice shook, breath catching. "Yes… Yes, please… go ahead," I gasped.
With one smooth motion, he removed the rest of my clothes, and I was naked before him. I didn't think or worry because I assumed tonight would end here, just a fleeting encounter.
Then Rhys leaned in, taking me into his mouth. The sensation hit me like fire. I moaned, loud and unrestrained. "Yeah… right there!"
He moved skillfully, his lips and tongue tracing every inch from the tip down, engulfing me, throat-deep. I gasped, moaned, and groaned, my body shaking with pleasure. "Ohhh… yes… please!" Every moan spilled out, my hands tangling in his hair as the heat consumed me.
It felt like heaven, the kind of pleasure that steals thought and breath. His mouth worked me with a mix of dominance and skill that made my whole body react. Every slow pull, every deep suck, every teasing flick of his tongue sent shocks through me until I could barely stay upright.
I didn't want him to do all the work. I reached for him, he was already naked, and wrapped my hand around him. He groaned, then lifted his head to kiss me, deep and hungry, his lips trailing to my neck. He bit gently, sending a shiver through me.
"I like leaving a mark," he whispered against my skin. "Something that shows I had you tonight."
I didn't care. I wanted more, needed more.
And when I finally released, breathless and shaking, he didn't slow down.
I was still catching my breath, I felt Rhys turn me around. He pulled a condom from his pocket, a sign he came prepared, that he knew exactly why he walked into my room that night.
After slipping it on, he positioned me against the table. His hands steadied me on the surface before he pushed forward, sliding into me with heat and force that made my knees weaken.
I moaned... loud, uncontrollable, helpless.
"Fuck… don't be gentle…"
He held my waist tightly and started moving, each thrust deeper, harder, and more deliberate than the last. The pleasure was so overwhelming it almost hurt, the kind that blurred everything except the sound of our bodies and my own voice breaking in moans.
"Rhys… yes right there... please… don't stop…"
Tears pricked my eyes from the intensity, from the way everything felt unreal and too good to be true. The kind of pleasure that makes you forget heartbreak, forget the world, forget your own name.
Rhys gave me the kind of night people never recover from, the kind that leaves a mark on your body, your nerves, your memory.
The kind of night you feel long after the pleasure fades.
His thrusts grew stronger, deeper, almost desperate. I could feel the tension building in him, the way his breath hitched against my shoulder, the way his fingers dug harder into my waist like he was holding on to sanity by a thread.
"Avery… fuck—Avery…" he groaned, voice low, strained, almost broken.
His rhythm stuttered for a second, then he slammed forward with a force that jolted through me. His whole body tightened behind me, his hips, his stomach, his chest pressed to my back, and then he finally let go.
He climaxed with a deep, shaking moan, his breath hot against my neck.
"Ah—fuck… Avery…"
His grip loosened slowly, as the strength drained out of him all at once. When he pulled out, he staggered, lost balance, and dropped right onto the floor beside me, breathless and exhausted.
I collapsed too.
We both lay there, naked, our bodies slick with sweat, our cocks softening against our thighs. The room smelled like heat, like sweat, like the kind of sex that ruins you for a while.
For a moment, there was only silence and our uneven breathing.
Then Rhys reached over, brushing his fingers against my arm.
"I don't mind doing this with you again," he whispered, voice low but certain.
I chuckled, because honestly, I wanted the same. "I don't mind." It was all about the sex for me…