Kendall
RHYS HAD BEEN acting pretty weird since cutting open his hand at the house on Mulberry, but I was pretty sure I didn’t have any reason to be concerned over it.
He was odd, but not distant. The opposite, in fact.
He’d stared at me like he’d discovered I was made of priceless gems the whole ride back to my apartment.
I was glad I was the one who’d decided to drive while he clutched a handful of fast food restaurant napkins in his bleeding palm, or we probably would have crashed.
In my bathroom, I sat him on the edge of the bathtub while I knelt between his knees to apply antibiotic ointment to the cut. He wouldn’t stop touching me with his good hand. Stroking my face and neck, or carding his fingers through my hair.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I wondered, once I’d gotten him bandaged up.
He nodded slowly, his eyes sparkling with cartoonish levels of affection for me. “I’m great.”
“You didn’t hit your head, right?”
“No,” he promised, and I could only chuckle at his gooey, lovesick expression. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but… I kind of liked it. It was really adorable.
“Maybe you should lie down,” I suggested, rising up to my feet. “We’ve had a really long day, and you seem kind of out of it.”
It was honestly kind of hard to believe how much had happened in one day.
We’d gotten to meet baby Astrid, Rhys had kissed me in front of my parents, and I’d taken him to my super secret former haunt, inadvertently revealing the totally humiliating evidence of just how obsessed I was with him, even back then. Maybe I needed to lie down, too.
“Lying down sounds like a great idea,” he remarked, before wrapping an arm around my hips and scooping me up as he stood, taking me along with him. I squealed and scrambled to hook my arms around his neck for balance.
“Rhys!” I managed to get his name out through my helpless laughter.
I absolutely loved when he picked me up like that.
It was so fucking hot how much stronger than me he was.
He could toss me around like a doll if he wanted, but he loved begging and submitting to me instead.
“You’re hurt! Can you at least try to be careful? ”
“If I’m hurt, then I guess that means you’ll have to do all the work,” he remarked in a comically somber tone.
I scoffed, giggling as he groped my ass with his good hand, pushing open the bedroom door with the other. “I guess I did promise to take good care of you.”
“I assure you this care is absolutely essential for my health,” he said, leaning down a bit so he could dump me onto the bed and pull his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled pecs and defined abs.
Hurrying to shed my clothes as well, I stopped him when he lowered himself to the mattress and made an attempt to crawl on top of me.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I said, wagging my finger at him. “Injured boys should just lie back and be taken care of.” Tugging my underwear down, I nudged him onto his back and straddled his hips.
His eyes widened in obvious appreciation, his dick already stiff and pressing into the cleft of my ass.
It was so thick and so hot I could barely suppress a shiver.
I wouldn’t exactly have called my situation difficult, but my desire to worship his perfect abs with my mouth was majorly conflicting with my need to sink down onto his perfect cock.
When he gripped onto my waist, I grasped at his hands and pushed them until they were resting on the pillow on either side of his head.
“Be a good boy and keep your hands up here so you can rest and heal up,” I ordered. He whimpered, his fingers clenching with need to touch me, but they stayed on the pillow.
Slinking down so my body was pressed over his, I took my time kissing and nipping at his collarbone before flicking the tip of my tongue over one of his dusky nipples.
He groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest so I could feel it with my lips as I closed them over the nub.
He’d never had anyone do anything to his nipples before me, and luckily for both of us, he loved it.
I kissed my way down his hard body, purring as his carved muscles quivered under my lips. When I got to his cock, I teased him a little by toying with his slit, rubbing my piercing over it, but not for too long. I was supposed to be nursing him, after all.
“Ngh, you’re so good at that, Kendall. Fuck,” he moaned out, his hips giving one spontaneous little jerk up against my face as I took his whole length into my mouth.
When I glanced up at him, flexing my throat to draw more precum out of his leaking cockhead, his blissed out expression sent tingles shooting down my body to concentrate in my aching dick.
It was nearly painful how badly I wanted him inside me, grinding up against my swollen prostate until I couldn’t think.
“Can you keep being good if I get on top and ride you?” I asked, and his eyelids fluttered closed as he softly moaned at the idea.
“Yes.” His fingers twitched, but he didn’t move his hands from where I’d put them.
“Of course you can,” I cooed, stretching out a bit to grab lube off the nightstand. “You’re always such a good boy.”
His breath shuddered out as his eyes locked on my crotch, my cock bobbing and spilling a few crystal droplets onto his abs as I reached behind myself to push lube into my hole.
I didn’t need much in the way of stretching.
We’d been fucking all the time lately, and I’d even had a plug in the night before.
His cock was huge, swollen and pulsing as I stroked lube over it and lined him up against my rim, hovering over his lap with one thigh on either side of his gorgeously masculine body.
Bracing my hands on his firm chest, I let out a shaky, relieved moan at the way my channel opened up as I slowly sank down onto his length.
It stung a bit, like always, but no one had ever filled me up so perfectly.
I felt like a sheath for his massive cock, determined to take him all the way to the hilt so his whole cock was enveloped inside my warm body.
I owned it, and could do whatever I liked with it. It belonged inside me.
“Is that good, baby?” I asked, once my ass was flush to his pelvis.
“Oh fuck,” he panted out, his voice ragged. “So good. I-I love your body so much, Kendall. I love the way you ride me.”
“You are so unbelievably fucking gorgeous,” I told him and he moaned, tossing his head to the side as I clenched around him. “Do you have any idea how happy you make me?”
“Tell me,” he begged, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as I dragged my hips up and dropped down to take him back into my tight heat. “Please, Sparkles.”
“You are the most beautiful man in the entire world to me. I’ve fantasized about you so many times I couldn’t even begin to count.”
My toes curled as sweat started to prickle my skin, the unbearably slow rise and fall of my hips tormenting us both.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” It came out like a sob, aching desperation coating every syllable. “I need you. I need you so fucking much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“You don’t ever have to be without me, baby,” I assured him, my fingers gripping onto his chest as yearning washed over me.
This was what I’d dreamed about for most of my life.
Having Rhys Kensington in my bed, helplessly enchanted and completely devoted to me.
The reality was better than I’d ever hoped for.
I could hardly believe this was my life. “I want you forever and ever.”
I wasn’t entirely shocked when tears welled up in my eyes, dampening my lashes.
It had been a really overwhelming day. Truthfully, it had been an overwhelming few months.
I was pretty sure I’d experienced more of a roller coaster of emotions since Rhys had come back to Cherryvale than the rest of my life combined.
And it had all culminated in this, my most forlorn and lovesick dream, happening right before my very eyes.
I’d always been a secret, something to hide and be ashamed of.
My mom and dad had never been proud of me, and most of the guys I’d hooked up with before Rhys had only used me to sate something inside themselves that they would never really embrace.
But Rhys had kissed me in front of my parents, even knowing how they felt about queer people.
Even knowing how they felt about me. He hadn’t cared about that, or if they’d tell anyone.
He’d needed them to know that I was his.
No one had ever wanted me to be theirs before, let alone for the world to know.
The moment he noticed I was crying, Rhys performed his usual brand of panic-fueled reaction. He reached for me, before remembering that he wasn’t supposed to move his hands off the pillow, immediately snapping them back in place and giving me a pathetic, pleading expression.
“Can I please touch you!?” He asked, the words tumbling out in a rush.
I laughed, sniffling and trying not to cover my face in embarrassment as I nodded.
He was a saint for dealing with me these past two days.
I wasn’t the type of person who cried all the time, and I certainly wasn’t used to doing it naked in bed.
This would be the second night in a row I’d shed tears while his dick was in me. Not exactly sexy behavior.
He bundled me up in his arms, raising his body so his back was leaned against my headboard. It was surreal, being held so tightly against his body as his eyes raked over me with so much concern, while his cock was still pulsing inside me, and mine was stiff, smashed against our abdomens.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said, wiping under my eyes just like he had the night before. I hoped my stupid tears wouldn’t get the fresh bandage wet.
“I’m okay,” I promised him. “Nothing’s wrong, really. I’ve just had a lot of emotions today, and I’ve kind of been too busy to really feel them until now. Does that make sense?”