“Talking. Don’t ever stop touching me.”
Jevon’s gritted-out plea seemed to ignite something in Rhys. He wedged a knee between Jevon’s legs and slid a hand down to Jevon’s hip, raising Jevon’s pelvis up from the bed to press against his. The friction was insane, and Jevon’s eyes rolled as Rhys kissed him.
His body arched and began a slow, instinctive grind. Rhys matched it, and the unfamiliar room faded away, taking with it the fact that they were strangers who’d met in the night and never kissed before. Taking with it that Jevon had never kissedanyonelike Rhys was kissing him now.
Rhys’s tongue stroked Jevon’s. His teeth grazed Jevon’s lips, and Jevon’s every breath was lost to Rhys’s velvet mouth. His head began to spin. He wove a hand into Rhys’s soft hair, holding Rhys to his face, roamed Rhys’s back, and eventually slipped below his spine to squeeze the softer flesh there. Rhys answered with a gentle thrust of his hips. The bulge in his sweats rubbed against Jevon’s own hard cock, and Jevon broke the kiss with a strangled moan.
Rhys stared at him, his gorgeous chest rising and falling fast enough to reassure Jevon that the heat in the room wasn’t all his. “What do you want?”
Jevon shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Rhys kissed him again and grasped his waistband. “I’m so fucking hard right now. Wanna see?”
“Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.” Jevon wanted to see, wanted to stroke and taste, wanted to do everything he hadn’t ever possessed the courage to do before this night. “Show me.”
Rhys shoved his sweatpants down his hips. Jevon reached nervously for the boxer-briefs beneath and sent the underwear the same way as Rhys’s sweatpants.
“Eager,” Rhys said with a smile and shucked the rest of his clothes.
Naked, he turned back to Jevon and rose up on his knees, his hard cock jutting out from his glorious body. It was cut, and straight, and thickly veined.
Jevon’s mouth watered. He scrambled to his knees too, gazed fixed on Rhys. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
Please. The single syllable went straight to Jevon’s own dick. He palmed himself, trying to ease the painful tension in his groin, but his hand didn’t linger long. Couldn’t when Rhys’s cock was like a siren’s call. He brushed his fingers from root to tip, revelling in Rhys’s answering shiver. “I don’t know what to do.”
“If you’ve ever had a decent wank, I reckon you probably know more than you think.”
Jevon bit his lip and closed his hand around Rhys’s cock, squeezing and pumping slowly until beads of moisture appeared on the tip. He smeared it with his thumb, leaving Rhys sticky, and popped his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean.
Rhys groaned. “Fuck, you’re so hot, and you have no bloody idea.”
Jevon released his thumb from his mouth. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means get your fucking clothes off.”
Rhys spoke gently, giving Jevon every chance to refuse, but Jevon’s hands flew to his jeans of their own accord. He unbuttoned them and shoved them down with his underwear. His dick sprang free, rigid and weeping, and Rhys’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“Nothing... but you have a pretty dick, in case you were wondering.”
“Um... thanks, I guess? If that’s a good thing.”
“It is. I’m guessing you haven’t seen many up close, but I have, and I can tell you that they ain’t all as nice as yours.”
The ridiculousness of the conversation briefly distracted Jevon from the fact that Rhys’s hard dick was inches away from him, but it didn’t last long. Rhys pushed Jevon back on the bed and straddled him, his thighs caging Jevon, his cock sliding along his abdomen.
His kiss was different now, more urgent. More heated. And his touch was more demanding. Jevon fell slack beneath him and gave into it, lost himself in it. His hips rose to meet Rhys, and soon their cocks were grinding together, building a friction that left Jevon dizzy.
He dug his fingers into Rhys’s back and cried out, dangerously close to exploding as he wondered what it would feel like to have Rhys ride him, to impale himself on Jevon’s dick, as he fucked him from beneath.
The thought was a departure from his usual fantasies, and too much. He broke the kiss, panting. “I want you in my mouth.”
