"Fuck Charming." Duncan says as his head rolls back. I squeeze us together and run my thumb along the tips. His thighs open wider, making room for me to get closer.
"Do you want a toy first?"
"No, just you, fuck Rhys, I need you." The tone of his words borders on pain and I can understand how deep his desire runs.
"I've got you baby, hold these here." I lean back and push his knees up to his chest. He relaxes into the position and I want to reward his vulnerability.
"I'm going to make you feel so good when I fill this ass with my cock."
"Fuck, please Rhys."
"But first," I lean forward and run my tongue along one cheek, rising to swipe along his balls and up the bottom of his cock.
"Shit." Duncan murmurs as one of his legs slips. I smirk and continue down the other cheek before settling along the mattress.
I run my nose along the strip of skin between his anus and testicles before making a point out of the tip of my tongue and flicking it across his hole.
The string of curses that trail from his lips encourage me so I continue to eat his ass until his cock throbs in a steady rhythm with my strokes.
"Are you ready for more, baby?"
"If you don't put that cock inside me right now I'm going to scream." He grits and I chuckle.
"We'll have to work on your patience, won't we?" I muse as I work the lube over my length. "If you're going to be my good boy, you'll have to learn to wait."
Chapter fifty-five
Duncan
Good boy.
Mycockfeelslikeit is going to explode and Rhys finding his words is not helping. "Call me that again." I beg.
"What? Good boy?"
"Fuck, yes." I say as his fingers slide into me. Him eating my ass was such a delightful warm up but not nearly enough. I need him, I need him filling me, fucking me, losing himself to me.
It’s only fair because I am completely gone for him.
"Duncan," he nearly growls. I watch him concentrate on guiding his tip with his thumb. "You're already so deep inside me, in every way, I was miserable without you, leaving was the dumbest thing I ever could have done.
"But," he pushes past the tight ring of muscle and I exhale, letting him in. "I can't regret it leading to this moment right here. Where you've opened yourself up to me."
"Rhys, more." I beg as he slides in another inch.
"I'll give you everything, baby, don't worry." His gaze jumps to my eyes from where he was watching our connection. "Just promise me one thing."
"Anything, Charming." My eyes snap up to his from where I was studying my cock leaking against my stomach.
"Promise me you'll stay open to me, you'll talk to me, you won't always hide behind jokes." He pushes even further and I struggle to keep my eyeson him as my back arches in pleasure. "Because when I give myself to you, I'm giving you everything, and I expect it in return."
"Fuck, yes Rhys." His eyes close and the relief on his face matches the feeling in my chest. I roll my ass up, trying to get even more of him, as much of him as possible.
"Look at you, begging for me." Rhys praises as he pulls out and pulls me apart further. I feel empty without him inside me. He watches as he thrusts in and takes me. My back arches up and my hand slips from behind my knee. Before I can replace it, Rhys leans forward and pins my thighs up and open for him.
"Fuck, I'm going to come again." He says like he regrets it.
"Please baby, please fill me." I whine. "Can I jerk myself?"
