16. Bennett
BENNETT
Rhodes makes such wonderful sounds when I fuck him like a demon riding the human he possesses. I’m pretty sure the grunts and gurgles he makes sound like he’s possessed. I grin at the thought.
“Come on, Rhodes,” I coo as I lean forward and grip a handful of his hair tightly. His body spasms beneath me. “I know you can howl like the precious babies filling the room. Only good boys who howl like their packs get to come on my dick. You can howl for me, can’t you?”
He woke up a little grumpy this morning, but I’m pretty sure I can fuck a good mood into him. I’m sure as sunshine going to try.
With my hand between his shoulders, I shove him deeper into the mattress and tug harshly on his hair. At this angle, and with the purchase I have on him, I can truly let go and fuck him like a bucking bronco.
So I do.
“That’s better. You’re getting there, Rhodes. Come on. Sing for me,” I grunt. “You have such a wonderfully tight hole. You like that? Like my dick forcing you wide open for me?”
That’s it. Now he’s howling like a banshee. Not quite the right pitch to sing with the pack, but it’ll do. He is howling after all. I’m going to take that as a win.
“Such a good man,” I hiss as I adjust my angle to reach the point he likes. “Guys who listen get orgasms. I promised orgasms this weekend, didn’t I?”
Rhodes’ howls stutter as he comes. His body shudders and jerks. But it’s the way his ass clenches around my cock that has my eyes rolling and my hips breaking rhythm. God, he feels like the suffocation of an angelic glow.
I try my best to wait until he’s finished before bearing down on him and fucking his limp body with mindless abandon until I fill the condom. Perfection. Best sex ever, right here.
Sweat drips down my nose, and I grin as it falls onto Rhodes’ skin. Pretty boy. Covered in my sweat. I love everything about this.
Still panting, I pull back and let him collapse onto the bed like a limp noodle. I mean to back away, but I kneel between his legs and pull his cheeks apart to look at that perfectly used hole. “So sexy, Rhodes,” I hum. “I could write sonnets about you. Maybe I will.”
He grunts, though I can barely hear the muffled sound. Grinning, I lean down to bite his ass cheek. Rhodes is so worn out that he barely flinches when my teeth sink into his skin. “Sexy, sexy man.”
Slapping his ass, I get up. “Your daddy sings pretty, doesn’t he?” I ask Sugar, who’s lying like a sphinx as he watches us. I’m pretty proud of myself for recognizing Sugar without having to read his tag.
I pat his head on the way by. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to start the shower, and then I’ll be back for him.”
My bare feet flap on the hard floor as I move through the plane.
I’m in a damn plane and going to turn on the fucking shower!
Even through my marveling, I’m a little bummed that we had to leave a day early.
It’s not just the sex—that’s certainly epic enough to write home about—but I’ve enjoyed Rhodes, gremlin of a man he is.
It’s truly something special when I manage to get him to smile.
It feels so big and important that my chest heats up.
I also like his friends. I’m not sure he realized he had friends, but it’s been nice to see him enjoy their company. Watching him get comfortable with them gives me the distinct feeling that I’m seeing something rare. Rhodes is friendly and loving with his sweet pack of babies, but others?
He’s more than a closed book. He might as well be a mythical vault that may or may not exist.
Once the shower is on, I begin humming, though the song in my head is already inherently dirty. I love when songs are actually about buttholes, and how good riding a dick is. They’ve got the catchiest tunes.
I’m still humming when I head back into the bedroom. Rhodes is right where I left him, having not moved in the slightest. I beam. Such a great accomplishment!
“Time for my big grumpy bear to get clean,” I singsong as I lean over the bed.
“You weren’t just railed. Easy for you to say,” he grumbles.
Chuckling, I coax him up, though he scowls at me the entire time.
“Come on, princess,” I coo, earning myself a hard glare.
I’m confident that Schnookums laughs and covers it with a sneeze.
Rhodes thinks so too, since he turns that glare on his baby, and said baby looks away as if he doesn’t see Rhodes at all.
I have him in the shower before long. This man enjoys being pampered nearly as much as he likes being fucked. One makes him join in the chorus of his precious dogs, while the other makes him purr like the prey his dogs hunt.
We take a long shower. I like to think that neither of us is in a hurry to leave, since we both know that once we leave the shower, this weekend is practically over. Only travel is left. It’s not even that long.
Not that I expected anything else. We met with one thing in mind. We came together through the Heart2Heart app specifically for a single date. Now we go our separate ways. That’s okay. Life goes on. We’ll both have a boarding school in Canada to remember.
The shower does a lot to inject bones back into Rhodes.
While I’m holding most of his weight initially, he’s on his feet all on his own by the time I turn the water off.
I try extra hard to keep a smile on my face as we get dressed again.
My smile feels painted on my face. It’s still genuine, of course, but maybe the genuineness is forced. That’s a thing, isn’t it?
Too soon, we’re sitting in the same spots we were when we first boarded the plane. It’s less than forty-eight hours ago, but it still feels like a lifetime has passed since we were answering questions and getting to know each other.
Lee climbs up onto the couch beside me, careful of his claws, and then lays his head in my lap. Rhodes’ smile looks… not sad, really.
I run my fingers through Lee’s fur and absently hum to myself.
Maybe I sing under my breath a little. Just every third or fifth word at first. “Do you remember, we were right here, sitting on the plane. You took my dick in your mouth for the first time. You took the mile-high cherry of this dull man’s simple life.
You are the best thing that’s never been mine. ”
“Are you sure those are the lyrics?” Rhodes asks, and I glance up at him.
“Pretty confident. They had to be tamed down for public radio,” I tell him.
Rhodes chuckles. I grin because I made him laugh. I love that. It’s one of my biggest accomplishments to get this grumpy gremlin to smile, never mind laugh.
My fingers touch Lee’s collar, and I toy with his tag. It simply reads Lee.
“Why did you name him Lee?” I ask. Lee’s big eyes meet mine, and I smile down at him.
“What do you mean? You don’t like his name?”
“I mean, you have Schnookums, Lovey Cakes, Sweetums, Floofy Pants, Sugar, Velvet, and Lee… one of these names is not like the others.”
Rhodes laughs. “Actually, those are shortened names. Like one might call you Ben.”
I meet his eye. “No one calls me Ben.”
He finds this funny. “This,” Rhodes says and gently taps Lee’s nose, “is Lethal Baby Doll. I call him Lee for short.”
“Lethal Baby Doll,” I repeat. The memory of him tearing that man’s neck out in my defense flutters through my mind’s eye. “I like that. It suits you, Lee.”
In my peripheral vision, Rhodes nods. “Then there’s Sugar Scars, Velvet Death, Mutilate O’Sweetums—”
“She’s Scottish?” I ask, grinning hugely.
Rhodes laughs. “She’s a ginger, so… yes.”
I laugh merrily and look at Sweetums. She doesn’t appear nearly as amused as we are.
“Bloodlust von Floofy Pants,” Rhodes continues, and I laugh merrily at that name, too. “Killer Schnookums. And Sir Gory Lovey Cakes.”
“Those are the absolute best names,” I crow.
I’m pretty sure most of the babies give me approving smiles.
“Generally speaking, I tamp down the terror they incite upon meeting them by giving them their cuddly names. But that’s just half their personalities. The well-groomed, highly trained domestic animals they appear to be.” He runs his finger along Lee’s nose.
“Why did you call him Lee instead of Baby Doll?” I ask.
Rhodes doesn’t answer right away. Eventually, he shrugs.
“I have no idea. Lee was a pain in the ass when we were training.” Lee turns his face into my stomach and out from under Rhodes’ touch.
Rhodes smirks. “He grudgingly obeys, but he has an attitude like no other. Perhaps that’s the curse of being the baby of the pack.
Baby Doll was too many syllables when I was yelling at him to listen. ”
“Aww,” I coo and snuggle into Lee a little more. “Your daddy was mean and yelled at you, did he?”
Lee wiggles closer.
“He’s so naughty, isn’t he? You need positive reinforcement. Not to yell at you.” I scrunch Lee’s face between my hands and nuzzle my face against his big muzzle. I’m pretty sure he looks at Rhodes smugly.
“Lethal Baby Doll,” I repeat quietly and sigh. “Such a precious name. It’s exactly you, isn’t it? Lethal when you need to be, but otherwise, such a sweet, sweet baby.”
The flight is quiet aside from me singing sometimes. There’s no use asking more questions or getting to know Rhodes. I don’t need to cuddle close because we’re no longer fake boyfriends. This weekend is over.
What happens if one of his friends texts me and asks about Rhodes?
What do I say? What will he say if they text him?
I chew the inside of my lip as I consider this.
Is there a way to extend the weekend? After all, I was promised a long weekend until tomorrow morning.
That was the deal. That’s what I signed up for.
It feels weird pointing this out. Needy. I’m not a needy man. Most of the time, I don’t want someone else in my space anyway. Probably Rhodes doesn’t either. He has his pack for company. The most perfect, preferable company, if you ask me.
Resting my head on the seat, I glance at Rhodes. He’s watching Lee. Thoughtfully, I think. I wonder what he’s thinking. Should I ask? Am I even allowed to ask?
Instead of engaging with Rhodes again, I turn my attention back to Lee. It’s easier and more reasonable to admit I’m going to miss these sweetest babies. I adore them all so very much already. They’re the best.
That’s why I’m sad. I’m sad because I’m going to miss them. Not because I’m going to miss Rhodes. This was just… sex. It was all for show. That’s all.
That’s all…