Rhys #2
Tightly gripping the little gem, I carefully tugged at the plug, gently twisting to help make it a smooth glide.
He clenched around it, like he didn’t want to let go.
My breath shuddered out as I imagined his body gripping onto my cock instead.
When I finally worked it loose, his hole was shiny with lube, perfectly pink and twitching, clamping around empty air.
Don’t worry, I thought, feeling drunker from this than any of the drinks I’d had at the bar. I won’t make you be empty for long, Sparkles. I’ll give you what you love. He’d never made it a secret how much he appreciated the size and shape of my cock and in return, I never deprived him of it.
Even just holding my dick long enough to rub lube over it and line it up with his hole was almost too much.
It was engorged with blood, swollen and aching.
I let out an involuntary whine as my broad cockhead caught on his rim, even though it was already stretched.
I froze, my hips quivering as I stared at his face for a few moments to make sure I hadn’t woken him up.
When I was sure I hadn’t, I popped past the tight ring, slowly pushing all the way inside him.
His ass was perfect. Always accommodating, welcoming me inside the tight heat I’d grown to love so fucking much I found myself daydreaming about it when I wasn’t with him.
Bracing myself on either side of his body, I pulled my hips back just enough that I could rut back into him.
The tight friction around my aching cock was divine, and I couldn’t hold back an exalted groan.
He whimpered in response, stirring just enough that I could tell he was suspended in that dreamy realm between wake and sleep.
I wanted him to wake up knowing how huge and all-encompassing my desire was.
How completely fucking feral I was for his body.
He might have looked like an innocent prince in bridal lingerie, but he was my Kendall.
The person who adored me, doted on me, and encouraged every fantasy I’d ever had.
The one who allowed me to express every need and want, chasing away all the shame and never tainting any of it with the judgment I’d always feared.
Lifting one palm off the bed, I gripped onto his slim waist, holding him in place as I drove inside him over and over, my breath harsh with my movements.
I knew the instant he woke up, because his body went tense all over, his hole clamping down on me like a fucking vise, and the most beautiful, breathless gasp I’d ever heard came tumbling out of his mouth.
“R-Rhys,” he panted out, shock dripping from his words. But he tilted his hips up, like he was trying to get me even deeper inside.
“I couldn’t help it,” I growled, speeding up my thrusts. He moaned, burying his face in the cushy pillow. “Y-you looked so fucking pretty, all laid out for me. Did I…” I trailed off, lost in the intense pleasure. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, yes, baby,” he promised me, his knuckles going pale as he dug his fingers into the soft fabric. “You’re such a good boy, knowing you don’t have to ask my permission. You were thinking about me all night, getting yourself so worked up, weren’t you?”
“Oh my god, yeah,” I admitted, letting my eyelids drop as lust raced through my veins. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
He let out a keening whine, the noise I knew was for when I’d nailed the perfect angle to grind over his prostate. Locking my hips in that position, I bucked in and out, letting his pleasured cries wash over me.
“Because your cock is mine,” he said, sending shudders down my spine. “You are mine. When you need to get off, you only think about me.”
The possessive note in his voice surprised me. I couldn’t remember him ever making a big deal out of that kind of thing. But it was hot, and I was his, so I wasn’t going to contradict him.
“Yeah,” I agreed quickly, every pump of my hips piling a new layer of pleasure over me until I felt like I could drown in it. “All I want is you. It’s so fucking good with you, Kendall. Oh, fuck, I’m getting close.”
I let go of his waist, reaching down past his hipbone to grasp at his cock through the panties. The silk was soaked through with his precum, clinging to his stiff dick perfectly.
“You want me to fill these up for you, don’t you, baby?” He asked, reading my mind as usual. My balls pulsed at the idea and I could practically feel myself starting to drool.
“Y-yes. Please. Oh my god.”
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered, and I shivered but couldn’t stop fucking into his tight hole. But I couldn’t disobey him. I had to give him what he wanted. “Don’t come until I soak these panties for you.”
I clenched my jaw, willing my body to cooperate as I jerked him through the silk, gliding it over his cock again and again until he was shuddering and whining. I was driving into him so hard and fast now I could feel my balls slapping against his flesh with every thrust.
“Right there, baby,” he praised me, his back arching as he was pulled closer and closer to the edge. “Just like that. You’re doing amazing. I… I…”
And then he shattered, his hole clenching around me in spasms of ecstasy as a shot of hot cum filled my hand.
Pulse after pulse filled my palm as I cried out from the intensity of my own release, spraying deep inside him.
His tight walls milked out every drop until I was shaking and my eyes were rolling back, and I could vaguely hear myself babbling out his name over and over.
When it was over, he rolled over to face me and I collapsed on him, careful not to crush him with my weight.
He let out a dreamy sigh, catching my lips in a kiss that started sweet and slow but deepened until he was biting into my lower lip, his arms hooking around my neck to hold me tightly to him.
It felt possessive again, and I wasn’t exactly sure where it had come from.
Was I imagining it? I couldn’t pretend I was some expert on feelings or whatever.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, only because I didn’t know how else to go about bringing up the change in his energy.
It worried me, just a little. I wasn’t worried that he was upset with me, like I might have been with any other partner I’d ever had.
I was more worried that something might have been bothering him.
Something that I could fix for him. Maybe.
“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head slightly. But when I saw tears shimmering in the corners of his pretty eyes, shock reared up and had me panicking.
“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sparkles, please don’t cry. Did I hurt you? I was too rough, right? I’m so fucking sorry.”
“No!” He denied quickly, and a sweet little laugh shuddered out, despite the tears. “You weren’t too rough. It was perfect. I promise.”
“Then why are you crying?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, color washing over his beautiful face.
I realized that he was struggling to voice it, something I’d done with him millions of times by that point.
And he’d always coaxed it out of me, always reminding me how safe I was with him and how I could be open about any and all of my feelings.
“You can tell me,” I whispered, cupping his face on both sides so I could smear my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away the wetness. “Please. I want to know.”
“It’s stupid.”
“No way. You’re, like, the smartest person I know.”
He let out another tiny huff of laughter, before sniffling. “I thought… I thought maybe you were telling me about that girl at the bar because you wanted to be with other people.”
I blinked, letting his words sink in, all my breath whooshing out of me like I was a deflating balloon.
“That wasn’t what I meant at all. I didn’t even think about it like that, I just… Everyone was teasing me and I didn’t know if maybe you’d think it was funny or something. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, reaching up to grasp one of my hands, peeling it off his jaw so he could press his lips into my palm. “I just… I don’t know what happened. I got so freaked out.”
“You don’t have to freak out about that, ever,” I swore. “I would never do that to you. I mean, I know we kind of never really talked about it, but… I seriously haven’t even thought about anyone else.”
“Me neither.”
“So… You’re not upset, right? I won’t text you about any other girls, I swear.”
He squeezed me tightly, nuzzling into my sweaty shoulder. “I’m not upset. I’m just really glad you came home to me. And that you don’t want anyone else.”
“I don’t,” I reiterated. “Like I said, I’m all yours.”
He didn’t say anything else for a while, and the silence stretched out as we laid in the filthy mess we’d created. I wasn’t sure if he’d fallen back asleep.
“Kendall?”
“Yes?”
“I, um… I really did want to tell them about you tonight. I just… I was freaked out, too.”
“It’s okay,” he whispered, pulling me into another kiss. “I know it’s scary. I can wait for you.”
I didn’t know how long I would keep him waiting, or what would happen to the feelings between us if I couldn’t muster up the courage to be honest about it. The last thing I wanted was for him to resent me. But before I could think too hard about it, sleep dragged me under.