Maybe it’s because I was just with all my loved-up teammates and my mind is making leaps here.
It’s like I crave seeing Rhys get ready for bed.
But, fuck, maybe I’m not even staying in his bed.
Maybe there’s a guest room down the hall.
Crikey, I’m out of my depth here.
"So, I want to make an addendum to the rules." I say as I set my duffel down near the door and watch Rhys slowly turn back to me.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we’re definitely doing more than hand jobs today."
He laughs. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, I think we level up to blow jobs." My words are slightly muffled as I tug off my t-shirt and toss it to the floor.
"Anything else?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and all the filthy ways I want him flood my brain.
"Lots." I say. "But we’re starting with a quick 69 to get this tension out of our system."
Rhys swallows and I know I can bring this back to sex. This doesn’t have to be anything besides a sex marathon. The twitching muscles in my body agree and as less and less blood makes it to my brain, he gets on board too.
"Alright, the next rule for us," I say as I drop my shorts and boxers in one move and lazily stroke my cock to warm it up. "We say what we want, when we want it."
"Okay." Rhys says with his eyes trained on my movements.
"C'mon Charming, show me that cock. We’re on the same page, we're gonna fuck a lot, so there's no point in being bashful."
"I'm not bashful." He defends as he pulls his shirt off. The afternoon sunshine gives the un-tattoed skin on his abdomen a golden glow. So much clearer in the light of day.
"How do you want to do this?" Rhys works his jeans down his thighs and then looks at me in confusion. "Laying on our sides? Standing? One of us on our back?" I ask as I think through the positions.
"Standing? How would that work?" He asks as he straightens, still wearing his boxers.
"Laying on our sides it is." I say as I hook a finger into the waistband of his boxers and walk backwards to the bed. My legs hit the mattress and I lean forward and kiss him again.
I snap the elastic below my fingers and he gasps but my mouth is there to capture it. "Off." I grumble as I start to climb backwards onto the bed.
Rhys slides his underwear down his thighs and lets them fall when they reach his knees. His cock springs forward proudly and my mouth waters. My body moves before I register it and our chests are pressed together.
Our cocks meet and he shivers but when I slide my hand between us and stroke him gently, he cries out with desire.
My moan is swallowed in the kiss and slowly, I pull away.
"Get comfortable, there." I point to the pillows as I climb off the bed. I hope Rhys is enjoying the view as I leave his room to get us water.
It’s fucking hot to be walking past all these windows, nature witnessing me in my natural state. Naked, bricked up, and ready to take a cock to the back of my throat.
But my progress to get us water is stalled when I realize Rhys has one of those fancy fucking fridges that looks like cabinets and I can’t figure out where it is.
I open cabinet after cabinet, finding the glasses first thank goodness, and then, "ah ha!"
Found it.
When I make it back to Rhys’s room he’s propped up against his headboard, his half hard cock laying against his muscular thigh.
