Bennett
My first apartment wasn’t as nice as the dorm room we’re staying in. It’s not just the ornate wood carvings and luxurious furniture, but it’s also the kitchenette and the spa bathroom, the huge windows with deep burgundy drapes, and the lush carpets that look brand new. Are they all like this?
I can tell Rhodes is exhausted when we come back into the room. His shoulders were tense all through dinner, and they barely relax when we’re alone for the night.
Before he can get too far away, I grip his shoulders and push him into the bedroom. I’m not so vanilla that we can’t fuck elsewhere. But for what I have in mind, I’d like the comfort of the bed beneath us.
“Come on, sexy killer,” I muse. I’m still not entirely sure if he actually kills people. That seems like a dangerous thing to be putting out there freely. All willy nilly. Then again, I’m the one saying it. Not Rhodes.
Anyway. “Let’s get you undressed and on my dick, baby.”
Rhodes sighs. He likes that for sure. I bat his hands away when he begins pulling his clothes off. “Uh-uh. Let me do it. You just relax and let me take care of you. It’s been a long day. I bet you’re used to socializing with your sweet puppies more than people, aren’t you?”
A tired smile lingers on his lips as I slowly pull his clothes from his body. “Yeah,” he answers. “Dogs are just better company.”
I get that. I much prefer the birds that visit my yard to people most days. People have proven to be ridiculously ugly in recent history, and I’m just over it. Sure, not all people, but enough that it now feels like an epidemic of nastiness trying to overtake the world.
His pants are fitted. Not tight, but frame his hips and thighs beautifully. He’s hard for me—which I love more than the butterflies that visit my flowers—and I take a minute to admire the shape of his cock pressing against his pants.
The material is so smooth and soft that, even though they’re fitted, as soon as I unbuckle the belt and release the zipper and button, they fall right down his hips.
Now I’m staring at him in the sexiest little underwear I’ve seen in a very long time.
The straps curl low around his hips. His dick is perfectly trapped in a pocket that he’s straining to get out of.
I follow them around to the back and find another thin strap that’s pinched between his hard ass cheeks.
I whistle as I slink my finger behind the strap and slowly work it down, coaxing it out from between his cheeks.
“Rhodes, you beautiful, good boy. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He chuckles quietly but doesn’t respond otherwise. Rhodes is content to let me touch him wherever I want. However, touching him makes me hungrier to be inside him right now. So instead of playing, I push his underwear down once I’ve pulled that little strap from between his cheeks.
“I want you to lean over the bed and ready your hole for me while I get undressed. Can you do that? Let me watch you prep for my dick?”
He sighs. It doesn’t sound exasperated or impatient. It’s almost… satisfied. When he turns, I hand him the lube. Because I can’t help myself, I lean in for a kiss. He seems content to let me lead him, but the moment I back off the kiss to allow him control, he takes it readily.
By the time I’m breathless and fucking needy, my cock is leaking. “Get ready.” My voice is husky.
Rhodes’ smile is pleased when he turns toward the bed. He climbs on and stops on his hands and knees. He adjusts the pillows so he can rest the side of his face down, looking at me, with his ass high in the air. Rhodes spreads his legs in the dirtiest, sexiest sight ever.
I kind of want to eat his ass. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I want that tight hole around my cock.
As he slides his finger along his crack, I pull my shirt over my head without finesse so there’s no more interruption.
I can watch—and I do. My eyes are riveted as I slowly undress the rest of the way.
Watching how his fingers move into his ass, shoving lube in, stretching himself, adding more fingers.
He moans, and I shiver with excitement.
“What are you humming?” Rhodes asks.
“Huh?” I blink out of my trance and shake my head. “No idea. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute.”
Cute. A smile splits my face. I like being cute.
Rhodes continues to ready his hole as I take my time stripping and then getting a condom on. Then lubing my dick. He only stops when I tell him to, and I can’t stop myself from telling him he’s such a good boy, the way he listens.
He looks bemused at my praise. I don’t even mean to praise him. The words slip out of my mouth.
I shove all the pillows to the floor and drop onto my back. “You’re going to ride me. I expect to see you ride like you’re on a bull. Understand?”
Heat flares in his eyes as he climbs onto my hips and straddles me. His hand on my cock has my balls jumping. His grip is tight for just a second, but he wastes no time getting himself lined up with my dick. Then he’s sinking down.
My hips jerk, and I groan. “Ride it,” I command, and instantly, a melody flickers to life in my head.
Before I know it, I’m half singing but mostly gasping the tune out.
“Ride it. My pony. Jump on and hang on it. Just ride it. My pony. If you’re horny, jump on it.
My hard cock is waiting. Come and let’s do it. Ride it, my pony.”
Rhodes does exactly as I sing. Okay, not my best singing. I’m not sure I’m carrying a tune at all, but I try. Kind of. Does the moment need some ambience? Should I have romanced him and lit candles?
No. This weekend isn’t about romance. It’s about orgasms, fake dating, and being happy. Happy enough to counteract his gloominess, though I don’t think he’s as gloomy as he thinks he is. Or maybe he’s just pleasantly surprised.
He doesn’t hold back as he finds a rough, deep rhythm and rides me like I’m a stallion. While I meant to lie still and make him do all the work, my hips move on their own. I slam up when he comes down, driving my dick in hard and deep.
Every impact, every impale has Rhodes grunting. It’s high, loud, and untethered. His head alternates between being thrown back in unbridled passion and hanging down to look at me. Dark eyes made darker with blown pupils.
“Ride my pony,” I grunt. Is there a tune there at all?
He leans back, resting one hand on my knee as leverage to fuck himself onto me. Fuck, he feels good. Using his muscles like that means he’s a little tighter than our previous fucks. His ass is constantly flexing. Squeezing. Strangling.
“That’s it,” I comment. “So good, Rhodes. Such a good boy. Look at the way your cock sprays beads all over. That one nearly hit my eye. See it on my cheek?”
Rhodes groans. He’s slowing down. Getting tired.
“No, no. Keep going. Keep riding me.”
He does the best he can. I’m hypnotized by him.
He’s lean but not fit. His stomach is usually soft to the touch, but with the constant engagement of his abdominals, they flex until he has washboard abs.
I press my hand there to feel his muscles dance under my touch.
His cock slaps my wrist with every downward thrust.
“Ride it. Let go and ride it.”
I’ve completely lost the tune now, but it doesn’t matter. My orgasm is right there. I grip Rhodes’ dick to jerk him because he has to come before me. I’m not sure I have the stamina right now to keep fucking him once I unload.
“Come, Rhodes. Come on my cock.”
He grunts and then whines. His dick feels like it pulses in my hand, but he doesn’t come. With my other hand, I grip his balls tightly, and he gasps. That does it. A little bit of pain is what Rhodes needs. He comes like a fire hose shooting all over the place.
As soon as he’s empty, he practically goes limp, so I roll us over and continue to fuck him. Apparently, I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. His sexy sounds have escalated now that he’s gotten off. I dig one hand into his hair and tug. His ass clenches around my cock with his gasp.
“You like that?” I grit. “Like when I pull your hair?”
“Fuck,” is his only answer.
I wonder if I can get him off a second time. Do I have it in me to try? Oh… nope. I don’t. The thought of it was too exciting. My orgasm reaches the point where it’s ready, so I barrel into it until I fill the condom. So good. Too good. He’s going to ruin me for anyone else.
“Do you top too?” I ask between pants.
Rhodes hums, but there’s no real inflection in it. I’m not sure it’s an answer so much as an acknowledgment that he heard me. It’s several minutes later before he answers.
“Yeah. We can switch when you want to,” Rhodes says quietly.
I kiss along his jaw and neck softly and smile when he sighs. His body is entirely lax beneath me.
“I need a shower,” Rhodes says after a while. “All that work made me really sweaty.”
“Are you steady on your feet right now?”
He smirks. “Yep. My brain has turned back online. You’re a hard reboot. That’s what you’re doing to my body.”
His smile is super sexy. I love the way it transforms his face.
Reluctantly, I roll off him. “Fine. But we’re fucking again later.”
“Yes, we are. But you’re fucking me, that’s far too much work for my abs. I prefer them soft.”
I laugh heartily as he sits up. I watch him closely as he rests on the edge of the bed for a minute to make sure he doesn’t sway. He’s steady when he gets to his feet.
For a few minutes, I linger in bed. Then I get up and join the pretty puppies in the living area where they’re lounging around. There’s a window open, so I sit on the window seat and look out, enjoying the soft breeze against my sweaty skin.
It’s a nice night. From what I can see of the sky, there aren’t any clouds, but the moon isn’t bright, either. It’s almost completely dark.
Lee rests his head on my thigh, and I absently pet him behind the ears. I’m staring vacantly at nothing when movement in the trees catches my attention. Leaning closer to the window, I squint as if that’s going to allow me to see more clearly. There is movement, isn’t there? I’m not imagining it?
Wait… is that a tail?
I turn back to the room and look at the pups. One, two, three, four, five. I only see five. I jump to my feet and look all over. Did two of them go into the bathroom with Rhodes?
The door is open a few inches. The loud, interrupted flow of water filters out. Steam hits my face. But I can see clearly that there aren’t any big puppies in the bathroom.
Concern hits my gut, and I rush to get dressed. “Stay here,” I tell the babies. “I need to get your siblings. Or… your packmates? Anyway, I’ll be right back.”
Lee isn’t having that. He pushes his way out of the door with me. The four others are on their feet, watching me. Ears high and alert.
“I’ll be right back. Promise.”
Lee stays on my heels as we head outside. We don’t meet a soul on the way out. Is it the late hour or the fact that we’re all tired adults now?
“Let’s find your siblings. Which ones snuck out? Does Rhodes know that?”
Lee doesn’t answer, of course.
We slip into the trees without seeing the pups. I no longer see movement, so I listen. Moving slowly so my clumsy human footfalls don’t drown out all the noises I’m waiting for. “Which of them are missing?” I ask again in a whisper. I should have looked so I could call their names.
It’s not wolves I hear, though. It’s voices. Laughter. Lee and I creep closer, and I see the four guys that Rhodes doesn’t like. The guys who suck at polo and who don’t seem to have a fan club. They have an anti-fan club. Is that a thing?
“Remember how pathetic he was. The way he always whined and cried for us to leave him alone?” one of the men asks.
“Such a loser. He did everyone a favor.”
“The world needs fewer idiots like him.”
“He should have died sooner.”
“If he’d have listened to us, he would have. I sent him no less than four ways to kill himself.”
My gut twists. Are they talking about the guy Rhodes told me about? The one who was bullied so badly that he killed himself?
“Fucking bitch tried to blame us, too. I’d have killed him myself if he were still alive after that.”
Anger makes me careless, and a twig snaps under my foot. All four of the men spin around, and I catch the glint of something metal and sharp in several of their hands.