"You feel so good baby, you make me feel so good." He mumbles as his head presses into the wall and I hollow out my cheeks.
His knees shake and I pull off.
"Do you need my permission to come?" I ask him before I spit on his cock and twist my hand up and down, swiping the tip with my thumb.
"No, I'll come when I want to." He says and I smirk. "And right now I want to fill that sassy fucking mouth of yours and feel you swallow it all."
"Holy shit." I think the words as I hear them from the stairs.
Rhys and I both freeze.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to say that outloud. I haven't walked in on the actual event, only the aftermath, so that was, well yeah, hot, but I'm gonna go now." Emmett takes two steps up the stairs, pivots and doubles back. "Felix wanted me to tell you that dessert is ready and he wants the 2022 Merlot."
"Was that Emmett?" Rhys asks me as I slowly stroke his cock to keep him hard.
"It was, he gets to check on whoever is missing from the table."
"So everyone else is upstairs waiting for us to..."
"Come." I command as I swallow his cock and roughly use my tongue to push him over the edge.
His hands tighten in my hair and his hips jut forward, fucking my face with quick, sharp movements. "Fuck Duncan, fuck."
I'm trying to.
His balls are practically flush with the base of his cock so I reach up and tug them down. Rhys's knees buckle and he uses his slightly squatted position to push even further down my throat.
"I'm coming. Fuck, take all of me Duncan." He grits out between clenched teeth and the salty, hot core of him fills me.
I swallow wave after wave, milking him of everything he has to give.
When only his heavy breathing fills the air I release his cock and stand. My own erection tenting my sweats as I tuck him back into his boxers and pull up his trousers. He drops his shirt and flattens it with his hands.
I wipe along the outer edge of my swollen lips.
"Duncan, we should–"
I turn to Rhys and kiss his forehead, quieting him. "Let's go have dessert, we can talk later."
"Okay," he whispers and I follow him, rubbing my dick through my pants for a little relief before positioning it up near my waistband to hopefully make it less obvious.
Over the years it's been fun to sit around the table knowing my teammates just hooked up with their date somewhere in the house. I just never expected to be one of them.
Chapter thirty-eight
Rhys
Me-N-U
Everyonearoundthistableknows. Right? Because they're being way too casual about it.
I expected this group to tease or make innuendos but instead conversation has flowed normally. It feels natural.
Easy.
Did Emmett not tell everyone what he saw?
"So Rhys, are you staying with the high school?" Felix asks as he hands me a piece of apple pie.
