His only answer is a growl and I'm not sure what that means. But when he spits and it lands perfectly on my cock I reach down and stroke myself roughly, matching my pace to his.
My body ignites and sweat breaks out across my skin.
"So fucking tight Duncan, a fucking perfect fit." Rhys grits out as he slams into me.
"Kiss me." I beg between breaths. I need more.
Rhys falls forward and we devour each other as our hips roll together and my hand aggressively strokes my cock.
I’m sinking and floating and my body ignites.
"Fuck, fuck!" I gasp as rope after rope of hot cum shoots onto my chest. I've never felt it come so hard before.
Rhys groans as his forehead falls to mine. He snaps his hips once, twice, and on the third I can feel the surge of his release along my inner walls.
Between heaving breaths we kiss, slowing our heart rates in tandem until we untangle ourselves. Rhys flops to the side, looking as spent as I feel. I turn to him and give him a little tap on the hip. "Let me help with that."
I work the plug out and toss it onto the bed behind me before curling up with Rhys in my arms.
"We need to clean up."
"Not yet." I murmur as I inhale the familiar earthy of him.
Ogasms definitely kill brain cells because I know we have things to talk about but my mind is blank. My eyes feel heavy with sleep, exhausted from sex and the lingering effects of a night spent tossing and turning.
But before I can doze off I squeeze his hip. "We'll shower in a little bit, then we'll eat. I have practice this afternoon, and after we'll have dinner together. Over dinner we'll compare our schedules and figure out when we can see each other until my season ends. Because then I'm going to follow you around like a lost puppy."
He chuckles. "Sounds like a plan."
I kiss the back of his head before trying to tuck him under my chin. "This is the only time I wish you were a small delicate little thing."
He barks out a laugh. "What?"
"I want to tuck you under my chin right now, hold you. But you're this big, broad, man who is actually an inch taller than me and I don't like it when I'm trying to big spoon you."
"You've never admitted I'm taller before."
"And I won't do it again so remember this moment." I tease.
"How could I forget?" He whispers before turning back to me. He slides down the bed a few inches and tilts his chin up to me.
I smile and bring his lips to mine for a kiss, our bodies twisted around each other. It's tangled and messy and I hope it's anything but easy to separate.
Chapter fifty-six
Rhys
Last Call
Icanfeelthebuilding buzzing from my dressing room. It's like the cinderblocks are vibrating.
But it's the thought that Duncan and our friends are out there that makes me feel more nervous than the potential for this building to crumble.
We're at the Koffee Center, home of the D.C. Renegades Hockey Club, for the opening night of my Last Call album tour.
Three shows along the East Coast this week, then two months for indoor arenas across the country, two weeks off to travel to France for Harper and Aiden's wedding, and then back for outdoor festival season.
The Renegades are in the playoffs and miraculously it’s an off night for them. Duncan will be focused on his game. It hasn’t been exactly easy navigating our schedules but Bryson and Jo have been helpful.
