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RHYS
I’m in my tightest pants, tightie whities to be exact, and the suede jacket waiting for Duncan in the condo. In the last year we’ve split our time between here and Nashville and multiple stops along the tour route. Duncan has picked up a few culinary skills and we spend most of our nights cooking dinner together gossiping about his teammates and people I know in the industry.
Once the Renegades clinched the playoffs, I made sure Zara kept my schedule clear so I could be at every game. I’m fucking exhausted from the travel and I wasn’t the one grinding it out every night for three periods. Sometimes more.
The elevator door opens and the signal heightens all the anticipation inside me.
Duncan’s eyes focus on me behind his glasses. "Charming, you’re not wearing trousers."
I glance down as I trace my finger under the elastic hem. W-I-L-D describing the lust inside me. "Oh no, would you look at that."
"You still have too many layers on." He says as he drops his bag and rips his button down shirt off. He unbuckles his belt as he strides to me and the second he’s within reach I pull his mouth to mine.
One hand behind his neck, one reaching into his pants.
His hands are on me in the same way like mirror reflections.
"Fuck Rhys, fuck I need you." His words muffle as he growls them against my skin.
"Then fuck me." I spin and tilt my ass back for him. My forearms brace against the counter.
"Shit Charming. Are you ready for me?"
"See for yourself."
Duncan falls to his knees behind me and slowly pulls my underwear down revealing the gold lion’s head plug. His tongue lavashes my crease and he stands again, leaving his pants on the floor. "Rhys, baby, nothing compares to this."
He slides the plug out as his hand runs up and down my spine and then across his last name embroidered on the back of my jacket.
His jacket.
"Yes, fuck, yes." We both exhale as he slides his cock deep inside me.
"You hard Charming?" He grunts as he rolls his hips.
"Getting there. I’ve been waiting for you." The tip of my cock is tapping against the counter as he drills into me. The impact driving me even more insane.
"Here." He says as he slides a velvet pouch over my shoulder.
"What’s this?" I ask as I open the drawstring at the top. It’s heavier than I was expecting. When a large metal ring slides into my palm my heart stops. "Duncan."
"Rhys." He says as he slides out of me and helps me stand tall and face him. His fingers pull the large diamond eternity band from my hand and he drops to his knees.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he spits on my semi-hard cock. "Do you want me to get the lube?" He asks.
I reach into the pocket of my jacket. "I already have some."
"Good boy." He says as he bites the ring between his teeth and pumps lube into his hand. When my cock is glistening he covers the cock ring too.
Behind his glasses, Duncan’s brown eyes lift to mine. "I couldn’t care less if you have a ring on your finger Rhys Reid." He says as he holds my dick gently in his hands. "But you’ll wear this one around your cock for me. Forever."
"Forever? I don’t think that’s safe Duncan." I say as seriously as I can.
He pauses and I can’t hold back my smirk. "Oh, I see. Charming is the jokester now."
He spits on my cock again and works the ring down to my base. I can’t say I’ve ever dreamed of wearing a wedding ring but the diamonds around my cock are causing my eyes to tear up.
