Chapter eleven
Duncan
First Lovers Quarrel
Christhelooksgooddown there. His posture says he's proud to be exactly where he is. The insignia on his fingers wrapped around my cock looks exactly as hot as I thought it would.
"Who's idea was hand jobs only?" I ask as he gets comfortable before me.
"You. And you're sticking to it." Rhys challenges me with an eyebrow raised and I laugh.
"Fair enough."
I lean back on my elbows and admire my sturdy erection and how it looks with Rhys behind it.
"But, what if you spit on it?" I ask. "That feels like a loophole I think we could agree on."
"Is that what you want?" Rhys’s words face as he slowly twists my length between his fists. Turning my cock all the harder, which I wasn’t sure was possible after straining the limits of my arousal watching him come for me.
I broke the skin on my lip biting down, grounding myself so I wouldn’t explode with him.
"Yeah." I admit breathlessly as he releases me and lightly runs his fingers down the inside of my thighs to my knees.
His fingers slide back up, driving me insane, and then he lifts off his haunches and spits on my cock. The hot saliva lands and starts to slide down my length.
I clench everything I can as his inked up fist sloppily strokes me. My head feels both light as air and heavy as fuck.
"Yes Rhys, fuck, that feels so good."
He leans forward and bites the inside of my thigh. "Fuck. Yes." I hiss as he soothes the bite with a lick of his tongue.
"You're chatty in bed aren't you?" Rhys asks as he continues to stroke my cock.
"You inspire me to share my thoughts." I say in one breath before sucking in another. My lungs can’t keep up with the way his hands feel so fucking good on me. My brain has no problem wishing his hands were everywhere.
Warmth floods my body as Rhys’s free hand travels up my abs to my pecs. Instinctively I slap my hand over his and hold it against the middle of my chest as my hips push me up into his grip even further.
"Yes, Rhys, twist it like that." I encourage as he rotates around my length.
My heart thunders in my chest under Rhys's palm. My fingers maintain their hold.
My body is desperate for the connection. I need his touch as I go barreling off this cliff.
"Shit, I'm close," I grit as I can feel everything in my body tense.
"Let me see you come." Rhys’s deep voice hums from his spot between my legs. I lift my head long enough to see his eyes devouring my cock and the admiration there sends me over the edge.
Electricity surges through my veins and channels itself into explosive ejaculation.
"Fuck, fuck." I grunt and when Rhys rises on his knees to catch my cum on his chest I nearly blackout. "Paint yourself Charming, yes, fucking cover yourself."
I become pure sensation as my filthy desires continue tumbling out. Rhys’s hopeful hand only pulls my cock harder to empty me completely.
Finally depleted, I sit up and his hand slides from my chest down to my thigh. I reach forward and swirl my cum around the artwork on his chest. A near purr escapes as I watch his green eyes flutter closed.
I’m mesmerized watching him absorb this moment. His face is serene and relaxed. Normally there’s satisfaction, and an almost taunting energy but never has a partner looked quite like this.
Almost like Rhys is savoring this.
