Rhys #2
“Nah,” I said. “There’s this little hangout spot we used to come to back when we were in school. On skip days, or at night when we didn’t really have anywhere to party. Take this little curve here.”
“Maybe you used to come here on skip days,” Kendall mused, giving me a wry look as his tires slowly crunched over the dirt and gravel. “I was never invited to anything like that.”
“Where did you hang out on skip days?” I asked.
“Your house.”
“Right.”
The quaint little spot, a circular gap in the woods that centered around a fire pit had grown over a bit.
It wasn’t littered with beer bottles and fast food wrappers as it had once been, but the ivy vines beginning to curl around the legs of the battered lawn chairs, along with the thick layer of dirt on everything suggested no one had been here in a good long while.
I was suddenly nervous, despite the steady throb of arousal thrumming through my body as I waited for him to say something. I realized in that moment that he’d pretty much taken charge both times we’d messed around, and I didn’t feel prepared to switch it up and take the lead this time either.
Flipping over the key in the ignition to turn the car off, he blinked his long, dark lashes a little as he stared at me.
“You really wanted to be alone with me, huh?”
God, he was good at that.
“Well, I, um… I wanted to be alone with you at your apartment. But since we can’t… you know, do anything that would require, uh…”
He watched me, biting down into his lower lip as he tried to suppress a grin.
“Just tell me what you want,” he suggested, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could lean back over and hover his mouth over mine. I swallowed around my dry throat before breathing in, happy to have his scent back flooding my senses. “You know I won’t turn you down.”
“Just something… Quick. As long as we can be quick,” I tacked on for clarification. He smirked, popping up an eyebrow like he was assessing me. I was certain neither of us were under the impression that I’d have any issues finishing quickly.
“Did you have anything in mind?” He wondered softly, his hand creeping up around the back of my neck to toy with my hair.
My poor, confused cock, which had gone from rock hard and throbbing to totally limp during the phone call then back to stiff and pulsing, strained against my zipper like it wanted to burst out through my pants for him. My eyes darted to his backseat, then back to his face.
“Oh,” he determined. “You want me to lay down back there for you?”
My tongue felt too twisted up to answer so I just nodded.
“Is that because you want to get between my legs?” He asked, and I nodded again, the rapid pace of my heart making my breath come out in a labored little huff.
He backed up a little, tilting his head as he seemed to scan my face. The inside of my boxers had to be a complete mess with how much precum I’d already leaked out, and that expression wasn’t making it any better.
“Of course, baby,” he murmured, the sexy, raspy lilt of his voice turning my stomach inside out. “I’d love to get on my back for you. All you have to do is ask.”
Holy fuck. It was embarrassing, almost painfully so because I felt like I could barely push a single syllable out let alone an entire sentence, but being told to ask for it was so fucking hot.
And at this point, not blowing my load with him didn’t even feel like a feasible option anymore.
I needed to come. I needed to make him come. I’d burn up without it.
My mouth dropped open a little, and I bit back a pathetic whimper. What the fuck was happening to me? I’d never felt like this with anyone I’d ever been with before. Was this something new he’d awakened in me, or had it always been there and I’d been too afraid to acknowledge it?
“Please,” I started, because that word always seemed to come more easily than the rest of them.
“Can I…” I swallowed again, closing my eyes because it was mildly less embarrassing if I didn’t have to look at him while I asked.
I wondered if he would eventually get a little stricter with it and make me look into his eyes.
The thought was both horrifying and totally arousing.
“I want to be on top of you. Between your legs.”
“You want to fuck me?” He asked, and my eyes snapped open.
“No!” I said quickly, before wincing and clearing my throat. “I mean, yes. I do, but not… We have to be quick right now, and I don’t want…”
“You want to take your time when we get to that,” he noted, and I could swear the look on his face was more pleased and affectionate than I’d ever seen it. If he kept that up, this little detour was going to end even more quickly than I was trying for.
“Yeah. But I still need…”
“Still need what?” He asked, his fingertips gliding down the back of my hair to tease my neck and jaw. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need to come,” I said, the words tumbling out in one big breath, relief rushing through me as they escaped. “You get me so fucking worked up, Sparkles.”
He grinned, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on my lips before raising himself up to his knees in the driver’s seat.
“Good boy,” he said, and I shivered as the praise caressed me. “You’re so hot and so sweet, admitting that you need me.”
I wanted to thank him for the compliment, but my mouth went dry as he flicked open the button of his tight jeans, revealing a peek of lace-edged panties underneath. My swollen cock pulsed desperately, and I absently pressed my palm to the bulge for a second of friction as I stared.
“I wore these for you,” he informed me, wriggling his jeans down over his hips before slipping through the center gap to the backseat. I watched as he peeled the tight fabric down his toned thighs until he was able to kick the jeans off and toss them in a crumpled up ball on the floor mat.
He was drool-worthy, all lean and tight with his dick tenting out his stupidly sexy polka-dotted underwear.
When he raised up one of his knees to show how high they were in the back, exposing the perfect amount of his perky, round ass, I found myself awkwardly scrambling behind him into the backseat, fumbling with the button of my pants.
Mine weren’t painted on like his, so I didn’t have to take them all the way off.
When I settled my body down onto him, his thighs lifted up to clip around my hips. I groaned at the sensation of having my cock pressed down into his, even with the barrier of our underwear between us, before smashing into his pretty mouth for another kiss.
Our moans mixed as his lips parted for me, letting my tongue sink in and slick over his as our hips moved together.
It felt so good, but I was already too desperate to let that go on too long.
I needed to feel his cock on mine, to know for absolute certain that he was as needy as I was, that he was dripping out precum like I was.
“Can I take these off?” I panted out the moment we parted to breathe, trembling fingers plucking at the lacy hem of his underwear. “Please. I-I need to touch you.”
He let out a delicious, lusty little noise as he nodded, before flinging out an arm and digging around in the pocket of the jeans he’d discarded.
“Here,” he said, holding out a little foil packet.
I thought it was maybe a condom at first, but the label informed me it was just lube.
I stared at it for a few blank seconds, until he laughed breathlessly at my confusion, his head falling to the side.
“Let me take care of it, baby,” he murmured gently, like he found it absolutely adorable how little my brain was actually able to function in the present moment.
He made quick word of freeing himself, his pretty pink cock bouncing up toward his navel, before tugging my boxers down just enough to let my cock spring out, too. It was flushed red and so swollen my dick actually looked bigger than usual.
“Like this,” he ordered, gripping at my bare hips as he guided me down so our lengths were pressed together.
“Fuck.” I hadn’t known how good it would feel just having them brush against each other like that, the velvety heat of his flesh sending pleasure coursing through my veins to settle in my balls.
He tore open the packet and let the clear liquid dribble out onto my cock, drawing a tortured hiss out of me before taking me in his hand and spreading it all over. When my cock was slick and coated, he smeared some on his own before bringing his other hand down to wrap around my shaft.
“Okay,” he invited, blinking his thick lashes at me as he gripped both our cocks together, holding them in the tight, warm tunnel of his lube-slicked hands. “Make me come.”
His command was so confident and so sexy, like there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that I would not only obey him, but succeed in what he asked.
My ego swelled up inside me, a sensation I’d gone so long without feeling I almost didn’t recognize it.
It felt foreign and unfamiliar, like the emotional muscles needed to experience pride had started to atrophy on me and needed to be stretched and worked out until I could use them again.
I flexed my hips, pushing myself through his fingers and against his cock.
The wet, slippery heat was incredible, pushing a low groan up through my chest. His lips fell open and he gasped as I retreated just enough that I could drive my cock back into his hands.
Once more, then again and again until a light sheen of sweat started to slick over my skin.
A gorgeous pink flush washed over his features, perfectly complimenting the pink halo of his hair.
“Oh my god,” he panted out, staring down at where I was thrusting against his cock, leaking pearls out onto his flat navel. “Look how deep you’re going to be when you fuck me.”