I don’t think he realizes it, but he licks his lips.
"Here." My voice comes out rough as I swirl my finger through our mess and drag it up to his lips.
My elbow buckles as his tongue cleans my finger off with long, curling strokes, and I tumble to his side.
Our eyes lock and slowly a smile spreads across his handsome face.
I roll over and pick up our waters, handing him one glass as he sits up.
"Thanks." He murmurs.
"What are friends for?" I say with a gasp after I finish chugging what was left in the glass.
"So," Rhys says but trails off.
"Shower tour?" I shrug as I take his glass from him and hold out a hand to help him off the bed.
"Yeah, I guess I hadn't planned to be covered in both our cum." He says as he looks down at his chest. He’s glistening and it’s so fucking hot.
"Sharing is caring." I toss out.
"So they say."
This is all I need to focus on the next few days. Carnal desires, leading with our bodies.
Rhys seems just as hungry for me as I am for him. His earthy green eyes dram me in and I follow him into the shower.
"What else do you have planned?" I ask as he hands me the bottle of body wash.
"I’m going to grill steaks for dinner, then, we can sort of see where the night takes us I guess."
"Works for me, Charming."
Chapter twenty-two
Rhys
The Whole Package
Duncanisinmyhome. Duncan gave me the best, filthiest head of my life. I will never forget the way he looked as he hovered over me and dropped my seed on my chest from between his plump, swollen lips. Or the way pleasure made him weak when I sucked his finger clean.
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts while trying to chop vegetables.
Not even the Scottish artists playlist I spent way too much time creating for Duncan’s visit is helping me calm down.
"Careful with how well you feed me." Duncan points an olive at me from the charcuterie tray I prepared earlier before sliding it between his perfect lips. "I’m known for raiding my teammate’s pantries."
"Noted. Do you want something else?" I ask as I see he’s already eaten half of what I laid out. I hope he’s still hungry for the grilled steaks and vegetables I’m making.
"Got any dino nuggets?" He asks around a mouthful making his words sort of combine.
"What?"
"You know, those little chicken nuggets that are shaped like dinosaurs."
"I thought that's what you said, umm, no I do not have any of those."
"Darn. Then, this gourmet spread of cheese, meats, crackers, olives, vegetables, nuts, and dried fruits is fine." He makes himself a stack of cheese, salami, and crackers as he sighs. "I can slum it."
