Chapter 6
SEVERIN
We made it to my room seconds later, and I paused in the doorway.
“Wh-what?” Rhys asked, looking sheepish.
“I…” I took a moment, gathering myself. “I was worried that we only had chemistry in our DMs, but I’ve been hard as fuck since you walked in the door, even with the amazing orgasm in my kitchen. I just wanna make sure you don’t feel pressured, or whatever.”
Rhys shook his head and stepped toward me, his enormous mitt palming my jaw. “The only thing I feel right now is an intense desire to see you entirely naked.”
“I can do that.” I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head.
Rhys’s eyes tracked appreciatively down my chest, so I flexed a little. The sound that came out of his mouth… I had to double check.
“Was that a giggle? From a rugby monster?”
“Maybe,” he said, running his hand through his pretty blond hair. “What of it?”
I undid the button on my jeans, then pushed them to the floor along with my underwear. I flexed, thinking I might as well give him the whole show all at once.
It must’ve worked because Rhys clutched his chest. “Fuuuuck.”
In the meantime, his gorgeous body was practically begging to be freed from his simple button-down, so I went to work. When I got his shirt off, I hummed in appreciation.
“God, I love your nipples,” I whispered reverently. They were slightly fatter and longer than average and my mouth was watering.
Rhys averted his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. It made me wonder if I’d missed something.
“What’s this look?” I asked, squeezing his belly because I absolutely fucking had to.
He took a deep breath, once again speaking on the exhale. “I’m a li—ttle self-conscious of my si—tuation up here. Espe—cially compared to all of that.”
“Did you not hear me in the kitchen? I love man titties. And your nipples are going to be the death of me.” I punctuated that with a leer so that he knew I was telling the truth.
“I’ve never had so—mebody appreciate these before,” he said, carefully releasing his arms.
“Appreciate?” I yanked on his waistband, creating a jiggle up and down his heavily furred torso. “How about worship?”
“Really?”
Rhys clearly needed additional convincing.
“Really.” I dove in between his pecs, then brought my hands up and squished them against the sides of my face while subtly circling his nipples with my thumbs. “Really really,” I reassured him, my voice muffled by glorious man flesh.
“O—kay, then,” he said, pushing me back, laughing as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes.
Rubbing my hands in anticipation, I asked, “Is it wrong that I just wanna lie on top of you and nurse you for a while?”
“Nurse?” he asked, unsure. “I’ve literally never had someone do that before.”
“Is that a no? It’s okay if it is.”
“Not a no.”
Eyeballing my bed, he took a deep breath, then dropped a knee to the mattress.
He looked like a literal bear as he crawled up toward the massive stack of pillows.
Twisting, he flopped back against the pillows as he smacked his chest with both hands.
Fucking hell, I loved the way his pecs bounced and settled.
“Come and get it, then.”
“You are a furbearing mammal.” I climbed up next to him, appreciating the soft, wiry dark blond hair below my palm as I skimmed it over his belly.
Laughing, he asked, “Who knew that a hairy ass and man titties were a draw?”
“They very much are,” I responded sincerely.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, I sidled up next to him and lightly suckled the nipple closest to me. The way his broad chest hitched was very satisfying.
“Not so bad, right?” I asked, figuring I should check in with him a little extra.
“Not bad at all.”
Unable to help myself, I took his sexy, fat nipple into my mouth, groaning at the taste and feel of the pebbled skin on my tongue. Rhys’s enormous, perfect body was spread before me, his cock filling as I nursed at the sensitive bud.
“This still okay?”
“Can you do something with the other nipple at the same time?” he asked, breathless. “It’s starting to feel a little lonely.”
I grinned, shoving my forefinger and thumb into my mouth, sucking on them as I maintained eye contact. I then doubled down on sucking the nipple closest to me while reaching over to tug on his other nipple, equally fat and perfect.
“Fucking hell.”
His hand went to his thick, weeping cock, stroking it, stretching the foreskin over the fat head. Horny and needing more, I gave him a final, sharp suck before climbing up to make out with him.
We did that for a while, kissing as we learned each other’s bodies. Finally out of oxygen, I pulled back. Damn, he had a good mouth.
“So, if I really wanted to worship your pretty nipples, I’d have to pull out some coconut oil and some toys, maybe edge you for a bit.” I popped my brows, hopefully looking sensual and not slightly obsessed.
Okay, majorly obsessed. One of these days I was going to invest in the expensive nipple suckers and see how big I could get his.
“I like being edged,” he admitted softly.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“A lot. I mean, sometimes I’ll bust a quick nut, but if my roommate is gone, and I’ve got hours ahead of me, I’ll put on my favorite edging videos and…”
“Say no more.”
I grabbed the little silk bag full of goodies and set it on the bed. We switched positions so that I was laid up against the stack of pillows and he was between my legs, resting face up with his head on my belly.
His weight and wide back pushed my legs apart until my inner thighs ached from the stretch, and his massive body was spread out in front of me like an offering. My cock was stabbing him in the back of his neck.
Cursing under my breath, I grabbed the oil and dripped a generous amount of it over each nipple before setting it aside. Kissing the top of his head, I spread the oil across his chest until it glistened in the lamplight.
“There’s something about an oily, hairy chest that really fucking does it for me.”
“I can tell. You’re about to break my spine with your hard-on.”
He gently rolled his head from side to side, the back of his neck brushing my cock.
“You should see the view from here,” I murmured.
Satisfied that he was properly slicked up, I worked my fingers under each pec, popping them until his nipples pebbled and fattened.
He grunted, shifting his neck over my cock again.
“This isn’t too weird?” I asked, checking in.
“Just weird enough,” he replied, smiling. “I’ve never had somebody jiggle my chest like that.”
“Then I’ll keep going.”
“Please… yes,” he begged, letting the full weight of his head rest against my belly.
Bending my legs, I leaned forward and took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began rolling them. His chest expanded and deflated as satisfied moans left his lips.
I continued, switching it up every few minutes. He arched off the bed when I oiled his cock with one hand while using the other hand to bunch my fingertips around a nipple. I stroked and pinched down until his hips began to shift and roll and his chest started hitching violently.
His cock was painfully hard, and he’d have come if I’d gone for another stroke or two.
“Fuck, why did I tell you that I liked edging?”
His whine only encouraged my bad behavior. I spread oil down his belly, avoiding his dick as I worked my thumbs into his hip creases.
“Please,” he begged, scooping his hips, trying to press his desperate cock into my hands.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, kissing the top of his head.
I switched hands, tweaking the other nipple while sneaking my other oily hand down to his balls, tugging on them until he began to buck beneath me, frustrated, whimpering for my hand on his cock.
Only then did I stroke him. Too light, too soft, too slow, then switching it up whenever I felt like he was getting a little too close.
“Fuck, you’re torturing me,” he said, after I once again pulled my hand away seconds before he went.
“I’m just giving you what you asked for, big boy.”
“I know I asked for it,” he complained bitterly, “but you’re about to give me a heart attack.”
Grinning, I laid both hands on his sternum, reveling in the wicked thump under my palms.
“Your heart feels fine.”
“Like hell—”
His words cut off as I went back to tweaking and pulling on his nipples again, leaving his cock and balls abandoned, his shaft bobbing with need. Only when he sounded truly desperate would I give in with another few teasing strokes.
The next time I tugged on his balls, he tilted his hips up.
“Someone need a little ass play?”
“I wouldn’t throw you out of bed for it.”
He sounded reckless, and it was everything I’d wanted.
“We need to adjust, then,” I said, slipping from behind him.
He reset himself against the pillows and I hugged his side, latching onto an oily nipple as I vigorously pumped his shaft. I waited until he was whining and coming apart below me before removing my hand and drawing back my mouth, letting my teeth scrape the sensitive skin.
“Fuck you,” he said, shoving my head back onto his nipple.
Grinning, I nursed softly while letting my other hand drift under his balls, oiling up his taint before stroking it with the barest pressure.
“Puh-puh-please,” he begged, tilting his hips for me. “I’m so close. Please let me come. Please.”
Because I was feeling generous, I moved my other hand to his shaft and gripped him tight, loving how slick and hard and hot he felt in the palm of my hand. My position was awkward because, while both hands were occupied, I couldn’t bear to stop suckling on his nipple.
I didn’t care, though. Taking him apart was everything, and I squeezed my eyes shut, doing what I could to hang on as he started thrusting forward into my hand and backward against my probing fingers.
His body stiffened beautifully, making me feel like a god as his cock pulsed in my hand. My stupid processor made our combined sex noises sound like Optimus Prime squaring off with Bonecrusher, which I decided was pretty damned sexy.
I wondered briefly if there were any fanfic pieces of those two and was determined to look it up once my brain restarted.
When I finally opened my eyes, the stripes of cum had already started to seep into the hair on Rhys’s belly. Fuck, that was satisfying.
I finally released the latch on his sensitive nipple and he shivered.
“Shit. Sorry,” I said, grimacing at the puffy, reddened nub.
“Mmf,” he grumbled, pulling me up into a crushing kiss. “Do not apologize for that. I have never felt more worshipped and appreciated in all of my life.”
“Plenty more where that came from,” I promised, slightly delirious.
Turns out, I’d been edging myself just as hard. When he took me by my shoulders and flipped me onto my back, then sank his mouth down onto my cock, I was immediately a goner. He was sucking so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Coming,” I gasped out as the orgasm barreled down my spine.
The rush was intoxicating, and by the time I came back down to earth my balls were aching from the intensity.
We collapsed next to each other on my bed, panting until we caught our breath.
“God, I don’t wanna leave this bed,” he groaned.
“Then don’t.” I huffed into his armpit.
“Practice starts at six a.m. sharp.”
“Then leave here at five,” I reasoned, kissing his shoulder.
Blinking slowly, he looked down at himself. “Where can I clean up? Oiled up is good for sex, but not for sleep.”
I chuckled. “Agreed. Why don’t we take a shower? I can get you good and clean.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, then rolled to his side and stood, gloriously naked. “Let’s go before I fall asleep standing up.”
I dragged him into the bathroom, and we held each other up as we scrubbed away the oil and cum from our bodies.
He was gone when I woke up the next morning, but there was a note on the pillow next to me, written on a crumpled receipt.
Sev-
You are the sexiest chef/edger/nipple worshipper I’ve ever met. I hope we can do this again. Soon.
Rhys
He accompanied this with a shockingly accurate—and erotic—doodle of his chest and slightly distended nipples.
My mouth immediately watered at the reminder and my cock stirred.
Oh, sweet, sweet man, I thought as I stroked myself to full hardness.
You bet your gorgeous ass we’ll be doing that again. Tonight, if possible.