Grinning, I laid both hands on his sternum, reveling in the wicked thump under my palms.
“Your heart feels fine.”
“Like hell?—”
His words cut off as I went back to tweaking and pulling on his nipples again, leaving his cock and balls abandoned, his shaft bobbing with need. Only when he sounded truly desperate would I give in with another few teasing strokes.
The next time I tugged on his balls, he tilted his hips up.
“Someone need a little ass play?”
“I wouldn’t throw you out of bed for it.”
He sounded reckless, and it was everything I’d wanted.
“We need to adjust, then,” I said, slipping from behind him.
He reset himself against the pillows and I hugged his side, latching onto an oily nipple as I vigorously pumped his shaft. Iwaited until he was whining and coming apart below me before removing my hand and drawing back my mouth, letting my teeth scrape the sensitive skin.
“Fuck you,” he said, shoving my head back onto his nipple.
Grinning, I nursed softly while letting my other hand drift under his balls, oiling up his taint before stroking it with the barest pressure.
“Puh-puh-please,” he begged, tilting his hips for me. “I’m so close. Please let me come.Please.”
Because I was feeling generous, I moved my other hand to his shaft and gripped him tight, loving how slick and hard and hot he felt in the palm of my hand. My position was awkward because, while both hands were occupied, I couldn’t bear to stop suckling on his nipple.
I didn’t care, though. Taking him apart was everything, and I squeezed my eyes shut, doing what I could to hang on as he started thrusting forward into my hand and backward against my probing fingers.
His body stiffened beautifully, making me feel like a god as his cock pulsed in my hand. My stupid processor made our combined sex noises sound like Optimus Prime squaring off with Bonecrusher, which I decided was pretty damned sexy.
I wondered briefly if there were any fanfic pieces of those two and was determined to look it up once my brain restarted.
When I finally opened my eyes, the stripes of cum had already started to seep into the hair on Rhys’s belly. Fuck, that was satisfying.
I finally released the latch on his sensitive nipple and he shivered.
“Shit. Sorry,” I said, grimacing at the puffy, reddened nub.
“Mmf,” he grumbled, pulling me up into a crushing kiss. “Do not apologize for that. I have never felt more worshipped and appreciated in all of my life.”
“Plenty more where that came from,” I promised, slightly delirious.
Turns out, I’d been edging myself just as hard. When he took me by my shoulders and flipped me onto my back, then sank his mouth down onto my cock, I was immediately a goner. He was sucking so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Coming,” I gasped out as the orgasm barreled down my spine.
The rush was intoxicating, and by the time I came back down to earth my balls were aching from the intensity.
We collapsed next to each other on my bed, panting until we caught our breath.
“God, I don’t wanna leave this bed,” he groaned.
“Then don’t.” I huffed into his armpit.
“Practice starts at six a.m. sharp.”
“Then leave here at five,” I reasoned, kissing his shoulder.
