"Oh fuck."
"Show me how hard you come with my cock in your ass." He growls.
His words finish me, as he drives into me over and over again I shout and ejaculate hard. Duncan reaches forward and roughly strokes more cum out of my cock, milking me as he pistons into me.
"I got yours, you ready for mine?"
"Yes, fuck please, fill me Duncan."
"Shit, shit. I’m coming!" He stills behind me and I feel his cock throb inside me.
God I want it all.
"More, yes, more Duncan."
He rolls his hips to give me just that little bit more.
His touch turns gentle as he caresses my hips and lowers me to the bed. He pulls some tissues from the box on the bedside table and starts to wipe me up. I let him conduct his aftercare as I sink into the pillows.
"I’ll be right back." He kisses my shoulder.
I have never felt so used and adored before.
When he comes back he helps me slide under the covers and I curl into his side. His large hand holds my hip tenderly and he turns his chin into my forehead. "Was I too rough?"
"No, that was perfect."
"Are you sore?"
"The normal amount." I assure him.
"Okay." He exhales. "Welcome to D.C."
My silly heart leaps and I hide my smile in his chest. "Thanks."
"I’m going to be here for that ass every night."
His words are a reminder of what we really are. Fuck buddies. I need to remember that because the repeated, mind-blowing orgasms are going to try and confuse me.
"Want to stay for dinner?"As friends.
"Are you cooking?"
"Yes."
"Then yes."
We slowly get out of bed and I head to the bathroom as he gets dressed. I clean up and assess myself in the mirror.
"Friend. Friend with benefits." I remind the Rhys staring back at me.
When I make my way downstairs, Duncan is sitting at the counter with a look of concern on his face.
"What’s wrong?" Did his friend already go to the press? Did she go to his friends, his teammates?
"Crosby isn’t answering."
"Oh."
