I'd have this man naked, pulsing with need, every chance I got.
I feel him harden as my lips graze up and down his length.
"Duncan, shit, I'm gonna come again."
I lift up higher on my knees to change the angle and I can take him even deeper now. My hands shake, or maybe it's his thighs shaking but either way our bodies are wound impossibly tight.
My cock swells as his hand brackets the back of my neck, holding me down on him. I gag but I settle myself through it because if my loss of oxygen gives him more pleasure I would never breathe again.
A guttural sound fills the space and his hold on me relaxes as he orgasms. I move gently as I lap him up knowing he'll be beyond sensitive.
When he slumps back against the sofa I preen. With a chuckle, he raises one eyebrow. "Proud of yourself eh?"
I make a show of wiping my lips. "I mean I just delivered a double orgasm for my man, so yeah, pretty proud of that."
"Your man?"
"Yeah."
"I like the sound of that, c'mere." Rhys pulls me to stand. His hands slide under the waistbands of my shorts and boxers and he slides them down my legs. He tugs me onto his lap and I straddle him. Our cocks brushing. "But I want to make you my man too."
"As long as you don't ask me to marry you right now I'll give you anything." I joke as I press kisses along his jaw.
Rhys’s eyes close and he exhales a heavy sigh, "Duncan."
I lean back and look at him and I don't need 20/20 vision to know the look on his face is almost sad. How can anyone be sad after a blow job like that?
"What is this for you?" He asks as he shifts back, like he’s trying to put space between us.
I take the hint and move off his lap, sliding my glasses on before settling in the corner of the sofa.
"What do you mean?" My words stutter slightly as I watch him pull his boxers and pants back on from where they rested around his ankles. It is like a wall going up right in front of my eyes.
"I mean, what are we doing? I thought, well, I clearly thought wrong."
Feeling vulnerable, I pull my shorts off the floor and slide them on too. The fabric feels abrasive against my skin like it isn't supposed to be there.
My hand reaches out and grips his thigh but he stands and crosses over to the kitchen island. His shoulders slump forward as he braces his hands on the marble and I am so fucking lost.
"What the hell just happened?" I ask out loud.
He spins, a fire in his eyes I've never seen before welds me in place. I freeze, waiting for him to deliver this blow. "Duncan, why am I here right now?"
I glance around wondering if there's some other Duncan behind me because "isn't it obvious?" I gesture to where my cock is tenting my shorts.
"No, it isn't, not to me."
"Well," maybe orgasms kill brain cells. "After you came to my game last night, we agreed to meet here today. I spent the night barely sleeping listening for the sound of the elevator."
"Because you wanted to fuck." He says it like it's a bad thing.
"Well, yeah, of course. I haven't been with you in like six weeks."
"So this is a hook up."
"Yeah." But I know as soon as I say the word it's the wrong answer.
"I’m gonna leave."
