Perfect.
"You have one of those fancy fridges that looks like cabinets." I complain as I bring the water over to the side of the bed he’s sitting on.
"I do." He says.
"That's annoying." We both take a sip and then I set both on the table. I slide my glasses off and while the image in front of me blurs it’s almost like my other senses grow more sensitive.
I lift a knee to the side of the bed and maneuver over his legs, the heat coming off his body guides me as I settle with my head at the foot of the bed. I prop my chin in my palm and motion for him to slide down closer to me.
"I have been dreaming about this cock." I say as my hand travels up the inside of his leg.
"You have?"
"Aye." I throw him a wink to accompany my terrible accent. "Wondering how he survived after getting jerked off by me."
"He's been just fine." He assures me and the laughter in his tone is more melodic than any song he’s sung.
"Well, he's about to be so much more than just fine." And with that I tilt forward and swallow Rhys’s dick.
He’s heavy and hot in my mouth. I inhale as I slide back to his tip and feel the blood rushing through his veins.
"Christ!" He curses and he pitches his hips forward. I roll with his movement and continue to bob up and down his length.
With a wet pop I lift off and look up at him. "It'll feel even better when you're trying to concentrate on sucking my cock too."
Rhys’s eyes darken with wickedness and everything inside me intensifies. My lungs seize as he grabs my hip and guides my cock into his mouth.
I suck hard on him and the vibrations of his murmur sends tremors through me.
My fingers dig into his ass cheek as he swirls his tongue around my swollen tip and I know I’m leaking, but then again so is he.
Rhys dives forward and takes my cock to the back of his throat and I reward him with my middle finger pressing against his rear.
He gurgles with pleasure and I feel his head bob up and down in a nod. And when he pulls off my cock to whisper "yes" into the space between us, I pull off just enough to grunt "not yet."
We both return to our tasks and instinct takes control. Our bodies rocking towards each other, matching our pace, sending each other higher and higher.
I feel Rhys’s thighs flex and he taps my ass.
I pull off and ask, "where do you want to finish?"
"Your mouth." He admits and I almost blow. Such a fucking good boy asking for the dirty things he wants.
"I want to finish on your chest." I say as I palm his thigh and push him backwards. I throw my leg over his shoulder and my cock hits his chin before he can capture it between his lips again.
My hips thrust into his mouth with quick, shallow movements as he drives his hips up to get even further down my throat.
I swallow around him, feeling his cock pulse against my tongue. Rhys opens his mouth and I slide against his tongue as his hands dig into my thighs. I want him to grip even harder, I want his finger prints on my thighs.
"Shit, fuck, Duncan." He growls the second I roll my hips forward and ejaculate on his chest.
My cock throbs as I release and slowly, Rhys pushes up into my mouth so I hollow out my cheeks and he explodes. I hum appreciatively as I pull more and more from him, letting it all pool in my mouth.
Rhys’s chest is heaving and his hands have slid down to the comforter. I turn and swing my leg over him, bracketing his hips between my legs, and as I hover over him, I open my mouth.
His cum dribbles past my lip and pools with mine on his chest.
I watch this filthy scene with hungry eyes. When I look up, Rhys’s gaze is honed in on where we mix on his skin.
