Rhys moves over me, kissing my chest as I turn towards him. He taps my hip. "Ass up Duncan."
"Fuck!" I cry as Rhys tugs my boxerss down while he bites and sucks hard on a spot near my hip bone. Rhys lowers himself as he pulls my cheeks apart. I’m twisted, resting my weight on one shoulder, as he lowers himself.
His tongue takes one tentative swipe from the base of my balls to my hole and my hand flies to his hair. Gripping, holding him to me.
"You taste so sweet." He murmurs before returning to lavish my body in open mouth kisses. His tongue exploring, pushing, worshiping.
I’m pure sensation. The only thoughts I can understand areyes, this, him,and, "I want more." I whine.
"I know Dunc, I know." He promises as his tongue drives me further insane. My hips roll back into his face as my body chases, no demands, pleasure.
Rhys’s hands begin to explore, tugging on my balls, fisting my shaft, fisting his own. All while he devours me.
My elbows shake and my eyes squeeze shut. It’s almost too much. "Shit, that feels so good."
"Can I?" Rhys asks as his finger presses against the tight ring of muscle.
"Please." I whimper.
His thumb presses through and the sting of pain is only a spark before a deep pleasure fills my belly. Blood rushes to my cock and as I shift to one hand to reach for it, Rhys’s thumb pushes in even further.
"Fuck Duncan, you’re so hot inside." Rhys’s forehead rests against my ribs.
"Kiss me Rhys." I demand and he slides up my body to fit behind me again. I lift, letting his arm fall below my head as his mouth finds mine. His cock taps against my hip as he slides his middle finger inside me. "Jesus!"
He hits a spot deep inside me sending flashes of white into my vision.
Rhys kisses along my shoulder as he works his finger in and out.
"Relax baby." He laughs and I”m not sure I can. Every nerve in me is wound tight. I exhale and close my eyes. "That’s it."
His coaching is minimal but effective.
His mouth devours mine as his hands explore. I wrap one fist around my cock and the other around his. We thrust together, the thick weight of us in my hands as our tongues collide.
When I took his ass earlier it was dirty, fast.
There was a hint of desperation to it because of Harper’s surprise visit. I wanted him, needed him, before I could truly process the threat of being discovered.
Tonight is slower, sweeter, like our bodies know we have all the time in the world.
I melt a little further into the mattress at the thought.
Rhys hisses and pulls out of my hand. "If you keep that up I’ll come too soon."
"Can’t have that." I pant as Rhys pushes my shoulder to lay me on my back.
His pupils are blown wide and I can barely see any green in his eyes. He’s hungry for me.
And I fucking love it.
I love–
No.
Rhys leans down over me and licks from the center of my chest up to my ear. "Pull up your knee. I wanna see you."
I’ve never been so thankful for all the hip opening stretches as I hold the leg closest to him up behind the knee. Rhys’s biceps twitch as he balances himself over me. I curl up and kiss him along his jaw, propping up on my own elbows.
