“Fuck, that sounds awesome.”
His chest rose rapidly, and I looked up to find him in the middle of a big yawn. We dropped off quickly, clinging to each other.
I wokeup a few hours later to the bed being jostled. Reaching over, I grabbed my processor, sticking it to my head.
“Baby?” I asked. “I’ve got my ear on.”
“Sorry, gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Mmkay. You gonna be hungry anytime soon?”
He turned and sent me a lascivious smile. “I’ll be hungry for something.”
“Would you happen to be hungry for my ass?”
“You want that?”
“Of course. You know I’m vers, right?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure…”
“Sweetheart, I can handle your massive cock.”
“It’s not massive,” he said, pink tipping his ears. “It’s proportional.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Okay, it might be a tiny bit massive.” He bit his lip, looking unsure.
“Spit it out.”
“When I top, I like to get rough. Not that I have to,” he quickly added. “But when I look at your ass, I kinda want to tear it up.”
“Baby, I like it rough. I mean… we can slow it down if your ankle still hurts.”
Shaking his head, Rhys rolled his ankle, popping it. “I’ve played with cracked ribs before. A little sore ankle is not going to stop me from fucking you into the mattress.”
When he was done in the bathroom, I took some extra time to prep, knowing that he’d practically be at my back teeth with that thing.
We met in bed and I asked, “Mind if I add a layer?”
“What kind of a layer?”
I playfully pushed him off me and took off my processor. “If you fuck me from behind, I can’t see or hear you, and I really kind of…”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he said.
At least, I was pretty sure that’s what he’d said. Any residual noise in my world settled to the background, a barely-there hum.
We made out until our cocks were weeping, then he flipped me—nice and rough—onto my hands and knees and was not shy or quick about lubing and stretching my hole.
I closed my eyes, loving the noise deprivation after a long week of overstimulation. He kissed along my shoulders, his lips moving in time with his soft breaths, as though he were whispering secrets into my skin. I loved it.
Even though I felt him shift behind me and knew what was coming, I still startled when he pushed through the tight ring of muscle.
Fucking hell.Rhys had a decent length on him, but it was his girth that was doing me in.
I squeezed my eyes shut and bore down, wondering if I was making him grunt and groan like the last time we were together. We’d agreed that he could tap my shoulder and I’d give him a thumbs-up or thumbs-down to keep going, so when he touched my shoulder, I eagerly gave him the thumbs-up. He leaned down to kiss the back of my neck, and his smile against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
