Rhys #2
Oh my god, I needed to get a fucking grip. We were talking about spending the night together, not eloping. Not that I could elope even if I wanted to. I was still legally chained to someone who couldn’t stand me.
Of course it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.
A LITTLE OVER an hour later, I parked my dad’s car on the far side of the parking lot of Kendall’s apartments. If I parked in front of his all the time, people would start to notice and wonder. It probably seemed paranoid, but I knew what the bored, listless citizens of Cherryvale were like.
My parents were thrilled about the development. I wondered how happy they’d be if they knew my little play date, as my mom had embarrassingly referred to it, would involve me railing their sweet and precious Kendall through a mattress. Probably. Most likely.
I hesitated at his door. I still had his cute little key with the pink cherry blossom cap on it hooked onto my keyring.
But it felt rude and intrusive to use it.
He could have been doing anything in there.
Vaguely remembering how I’d pounded on his door like I was conducting a police raid the night I’d come over drunk, I winced as I softly knocked and waited.
When the door slowly creaked open to reveal Kendall in two scraps of lacy, transparent clothing I could only think to describe as something that had been created specifically to prevent productive brain function, my breath rushed out of my lungs.
I realized in that moment I’d never actually gotten to see his whole body naked at one time before.
We’d always been in such a rush, with limited time constraints and in sketchy circumstances, undressing just enough for what was necessary.
I’d gotten him naked from the waist down to suck his dick, and I’d seen him shirtless swimming together at my parents’ cabin, but never at the same time.
The see-through panties and cropped spaghetti strap flowy shirt thing were definitely not concealing a single inch of his body.
They were the same color, pale pink, and had the same intricate little flower embroidery details splashed around the ultra-thin fabric.
The bellybutton piercing I’d always been totally entranced by was even cuter today, the plain silver barbell replaced by a dangling charm.
A pair of pink cherries connected by a tiny stem.
No one had ever dressed up for me in something like this.
The idea of Kendall thinking about me while he stood in front of a mirror, tugging the slutty little ensemble into place on his body, rubbing fragrant lotion into his skin, and carefully styling his vibrant hair so it cascaded in perfect, loose waves down to his shoulders had my dick hardening so fast I almost felt lightheaded.
“Wow.”
He tilted his head, and the way the corner of his mouth perked up along with the smug glint in his eyes made it obvious he didn’t feel the need to ask me if I liked it.
It was pretty fucking clear that I did. His body was tight and smooth all over, from his narrow shoulders down his slender waist. The taut lines of his abdomen shifted with his movements, drawing my eyes there and then down to his half-hard cock.
“You, uh… You weren’t wearing that before I said I was coming over, were you?
” I asked, and he chuckled, biting down into his plush lower lip.
I wanted to suck on it until he was whimpering against my mouth.
Slowly shaking his head, he backed up a few steps to let me inside so I could close the door behind us and drop the stupid little duffel bag I’d brought, with my toothbrush and deodorant and a change of clothes in it.
As soon as I did, he came up close to my body and hooked his arms around my neck, hopping up to hitch his thighs around my waist. When I grabbed him by the ass to support his weight, I realized the panties were basically not even covering anything back there and it was just his bare ass in my hands.
Saliva instantly flooded my mouth as I groped him, and I had to keep myself from actually drooling at how perfectly sculpted his butt was.
When he cupped my face on either side, slanting his mouth over mine, I suckled at his full bottom lip exactly the way I’d imagined it. He purred, his thumbs stroking over my jaw as my tongue slicked over him.
“Bedroom,” he said, and a jolt of nerves hit my stomach along with a sharp pang of arousal. Right. His bedroom. Which I’d never actually gone into before. I’d never even peeked inside.
Easily carrying him through the living room and down the tiny hallway, I nudged open the door with my hip and stepped inside.
It was adorable, just like every other room at his place.
His bed was big, probably a Queen size, and covered in a frilly quilt with cute pillows dotted artfully around it.
There was a white vanity table with fairy lights strung up around the mirror and a matching dresser.
The knobs for both of them were pink and shaped like bows.
The shelves were packed with kitschy knick-knacks and plushies.
I made a silent apology to Hello Kitty, who would unfortunately be forced to watch us doing it.
“Your room is so cute,” I observed as I glanced around and he chuckled, pulling my face back into place for more of his kisses, like he couldn’t stand my attention being off him for even a second.
“I’ll give you a tour later,” he promised, the tips of his fingers teasing the back of my neck so I shivered.
I lowered him to the bed, keeping my eyes locked on his beautiful body as I pulled my shirt over my head and tugged down my jeans to let them pool on the floor.
While I was doing that, he wriggled over to the side of the mattress so he could dig around in his nightstand.
Clad only in my boxers, I followed behind him just as he extracted a piece of paper from the drawer.
“Here,” he said, pushing it into my chest.
“Ah, I already took off my glasses,” I informed him once I’d unfolded the paper. I didn’t want to look like a dumbass squinting to read the tiny text printed. “Can you just tell me what it says?”
“Results for the STD screening I just had done. I’m on PrEP, and I get tested every few months.”
“Ah,” I said. I only vaguely knew what PrEP was, but I guessed it was good he was on it.
“I know you said you had this done, too. And you haven’t been with anyone since Hailey, right?”
“No,” I answered, but my heartbeat was suddenly ramping up. For whatever reason, this very rational and mature action was making this all seem very real. My body was buzzing, all my blood rushing through my veins in crashing waves. I was nervous, but my dick was so hard I could barely stand it.
“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything,” he said, setting the paper aside before laying back against the mountain of pillows piled against his headboard.
When I moved up the bed to cover his body with mine and kiss him again, he smiled against my mouth, his hands gliding up and down the contours of my abs.
“So that means we… don’t have to use a condom, right?”
“Unless you want to use one,” he confirmed, keeping his lips on mine so I could feel the shape of every word. I cleared my throat even as my cock throbbed in protest at being separated from his body, even if it was just by a thin layer of latex.
“Well, I might last longer if we do,” I suggested, and he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on how good it feels,” he ordered.
I was pretty sure how good it would feel would be the entire problem, but I knew better than to try to argue with him. Especially when my cock was hard.
“I just want everything to be perfect.”
“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” he assured me softly, slipping his fingers into my hair to hold me in place as he nibbled at my jaw.
I swallowed hard enough that my Adam’s apple twitched under his tongue as he teased me.
“Imperfect just means lots of practice,” he added, before laying back and bringing me with him.
“Right. Okay.”
I had to force my brain to remember that I wasn’t just having sex after not doing it for so long.
I was with Kendall Austin. I basically was perfect in his eyes already, even if I always came too fast and got freaked out over dumb shit and had to be soothed and talked down like an idiot cat stuck in a tree.
Was it wrong of me to take advantage of the fact that he was so fucking sweet and so into me and didn’t seem to mind my numerous, numerous flaws?
All the stuff I’d spent the last few years having drilled into my head that I was doing wrong, it was like he didn’t even notice them.
Or if he did, he didn’t care. Kendall was the one person I really didn’t need to stress about not being perfect for.
Reminding myself that even though this was my first time fucking a guy, I wasn’t some clueless virgin who didn’t know what to do or what body parts to focus on, I teased the shallow dip behind his ear with my tongue until he was purring, then kissed down his neck and shoulder until my lips hit the thin, silky strap of the skimpy top he was wearing.
I nipped at it with my teeth, letting it snap back down to his skin when I released it.
“I fucking love how this looks on you,” I breathed out, running my hands over his chest, circling his nipples through the lace.
I’d never really gotten a chance to touch them before, but they were so cute.
Small and pink like stiff little rosebuds.
His eyelids fluttered closed at the contact as he released a shuddering breath. “Are they sensitive?”
“Yeah,” he answered, his lips curving into a tiny smile. He looked angelic, with his long lashes practically brushing against his cheekbones and his rosy hair spread out onto the pillow like a halo.