Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Rhys
Eyes Open Rhys
My bedroom looks like it always has. A large four poster bed with curtains, a small sofa by the window, an armoire flanked by two chairs, a large freestanding mirror, and a fireplace. Along the wall behind Duncan, a few of my instruments lie in wait, collecting dust.
Now isn't the time to be thinking about the music I’m not writing. Duncan is in my room, and he wants to have sex with me. And I want to have sex with him. I'm just not sure how it's going to end.
I don't feel right driving him home at two in the morning. That feels like I just used him for his body. Nor do I feel right about him joining my family and I for breakfast. Could he ask Delilah to come and get him? Or does that make me look even worse?
Zara told the media outlets I would be hunkered down at home and they're not allowed on the property without an invite. That didn’t stop some of the more tenacious paparazzi from sitting outside the gate when I arrived.
Taking Clyde out yesterday wasn’t just for the fresh air and exercise.
It allowed me to sneak away from them and head towards the village through the woods.
When I returned home they were gone. Either some other celebrity crisis called them away or they decided I wasn't worth the trouble to camp out for.
Either way, I'm glad.
"Listen," Duncan says, interrupting my thoughts and the silence we’ve been stuck in for too long. I turn to him and he has his hands in his pockets and shrugs through his next words. "If you're not into it I understand."
His offer halts me. Am I into it? I mean, yes, biologically I am into it.
My cock has been half hard since studying his lips on his glass at Bonn na Craic.
That kiss downstairs scrambled every coherent thought in my head.
But my brain has kicked up in the last few minutes and it’s screaming at me now to take the out he’s offering.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." His head tilts to the side like he’s searching for my flaws for me. "I mean, look at you. You're undeniably attractive."
"Aye, Charming." Duncan says, leaning into his accent. "But, look at you."
He steps up behind me and turns my shoulders towards the large mirror. His hands run around my waist and up my chest and my muscles flex like the tension will help me absorb more of his touch.
My eyes flutter closed and the second they do Duncan whispers behind my ear. "Eyes open Rhys."
They fly open and I meet his gaze in the mirror. His hands start to unsnap the buttons on my chambray shirt and my breathing picks up. My head spins as he reaches the button at the bottom, his strong, capable fingers are mere inches from my cock.
"Okay?" He asks quietly.
"Yes." The sound is mostly breath as my lungs seize.
Duncan's fingers graze up the open sides of my shirt along my skin and my knees nearly buckle. My hand reaches back and finds his hip to steady myself against.
He feels solid behind me. My head swims and falls back but instead of landing against his shoulder, he’s stepping back and I jerk my neck upright.
Where did he go? All he’s done is unbutton my shirt and I'm already mourning the loss of him.
Fuck I’m needy.
My eyes follow his as he gazes down the curve of my shoulder as he exposes it, pulling my shirt off my arms. His movements are slow, and seductive, and the cool air of the room crashes against my heated skin and I shiver.
Duncan tosses my shirt over the back of the settee next to us and when his hands return to my body they find the button on my jeans. My breath hitches as he pops them open and drags the zipper down. His fingers slide inside and he shoves them down my legs leaving me in just a pair of boxers.
And a near granite erection.
"Look at me." Duncan says as he stands again after squatting to guide my feet free.
I turn eagerly, not wanting to miss a moment of him.
His brown eyes are locked on mine as he reaches behind to tug his t-shirt over his head.
The cotton blocks his face so instead, I salivate as I take in the wide expanse of his chest, the tight circles of his nipples, the trim taper of his waist.
He's a David, an Adonis. He's perfect.
Duncan tosses his t-shirt on my discarded shirt and then he works his belt open. I watch, transfixed, only vaguely registering the smirk he’s biting as he watches me. He pulls the leather swiftly from the loops, each pass making a satisfying thwack sound.
Finally, he opens the front of his jeans but stops before I can see what he’s containing behind his fly. The waistband of his plaid boxers taunt me. He’s open, so close, and yet, so far.
He steps up to me and grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him for a bruising kiss. His taste is already familiar and I crave it.
With desperation, I shove my hand down his pants needing to feel him.
Needing to confirm he's as invested as I am.
He’s hot and heavy with arousal.
A whimper escapes between our lips.
Was that me?
Or him?
Or both of us?
"Fuck, yesss." He hisses as he pulls my lip out between his teeth.
I stroke his length roughly and he pushes into my hand for more. His hand never leaves the back of my head and he starts to weave his fingers into my hair, tugging the roots and sending shockwaves of pleasure to my toes.
But then all my attention narrows to where his finger has hooked into my boxers.
A tiny square inch where I think my heartbeat now originates.
It's slightly to the right of my navel, not far from the dusting of hair leading to my cock but not far enough to be my hip bone.
It's this no-man's-land Duncan has claimed for himself.
My body becomes desperate for his touch. To feel his strong hand wrapped around my cock. My hips roll forward and crush what's left of the space between us and it was a mistake.
My movement causes his finger to slip from the spot I was planning to commemorate with a tattoo and I whine.
Duncan laughs into our kiss as his hand instead grips my ass.
His palm holds the muscle but his fingers pull to expose my crease and again, arousal floods through me.
I want him to know I want this so I stroke him tighter, faster, and let my fingers roll down over his testicles.
Duncan pulls back from the kiss and gasps for breath and tilts our foreheads together.
"Just hand jobs tonight, Rhys." He says and I almost drop him.
"What?" My mind scrambles to process words again.
"Just hand jobs, let's get each other off and call it a night." He tilts forward and nips at my lips as he slides my boxers over my erection and down my thighs.
"Oh, alright." If he doesn’t want more from me tonight, that might make things easier.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I agree because I’m desperate for release. Everything inside me is coiled tight and very little blood is getting to my brain.
As long as I don’t pass out from pleasure, I’ll be able to remember what his hand on my cock felt like when I undoubtedly return to this memory again and again.
My knees tremble as Duncan turns me towards the mirror again. My hand slips out of his pants but he shoves them down so he's naked behind me.
His hot velvet cock rests against my ass. Every cell in my body begs for everything from this man.
"Show me how you touch yourself." He whispers as his chin rests on my shoulder and his hands hold my sides.
"I'd much rather you show me how you'd like to touch me." I sass back because giving each other hand jobs and mutual masturbation are two different things.
He chuckles deeply and the full body shivers return.
"Alright Charming, first, I'd run my hand down your stomach." And he does. The weight of his hand becomes my focal point. My abs roll with his descending touch. Chills travel through my veins. "Then I'd slide your base between these two fingers and press into your balls."
I watch in the mirror as his big hand fondles me until I can’t. My head falls back against his shoulder, my hands rise and each one laces into hair; one hand in his, the other in mine.
He uses his right foot to kick mine out and his large, muscular thigh, slides between mine. "Then, I'd have a hard time teasing you anymore because I'd want to make you feel good." Duncan growls as his other hand comes to grip my hip, his cock pressing into my ass cheek.
"Make me feel good Duncan." I whisper, beg, into the air surrounding us.
Duncan doesn't answer with words, instead he kisses my shoulder and wraps his hand around my cock. I’m weightless but his hand on my hip and his thigh behind me keep me grounded as he tugs and twists.
His strokes are long and rough and he uses my precum as lubrication. My toes curl into the carpet and my hips begin to thrust forward chasing the friction, the match strike, the heat.
"Look at you." Duncan marvels and my chin drops, my eyes fluttering open and finding where his fist is fucking me.
"Oh fuck, Duncan, yes." I mutter, words leaving my mouth in loose sentence form.
"That's it Charming, be a good boy and come for me." I lift my gaze to find him watching my face. His framed eyes bore into mine and I struggle to keep eye contact as my head rolls back to his shoulder again.
"Fuck, fuck." I grit out as I hold out as long as possible. But as I feel my balls lift higher I know I’m finished.
Duncan concentrates his strokes at the top of my cock and each quick, swift pass drives me further into oblivion.
Light travels through me, stars explode in waves behind my eyes, my muscles lock up.
"Fuck!" I yell out as the first jet of cum erupts from my tip. Duncan doesn't slow his hand, he keeps pumping and pulling more out of me. My chest heaves and I slump forward. The hand he held at my hip slides up and presses into my sternum. I’ve covered his palm, other places too I’m sure but I can’t see straight.
All I can process is the marvelous mess I am in his hands.
I inhale and exhale deeply, centering myself again, as his large rough palm slowly caresses my skin.
The contrast of his rough touch on my cock and his gentle embrace is intoxicating.
"Fuck, that was hot." He says with a laugh as he wipes the cum on his hand up my abdomen. I turn around and grip him.
"My turn." I say as I run my palm over his tip, gathering the hot precum he’s leaking from pleasuring me, and slide down the length of him. Duncan’s feet stumble slightly as I walk him backwards to the end of my bed.
With a little push to his chest he sits and spreads his legs wide, pushing his glasses up his nose as he looks down at me. I fall to my knees in front of him and am tempted to take him to the back of my throat but we agreed to nothing more than hand jobs tonight.
And I’ve got just enough WILD HOPE to bring Duncan the same dose of euphoria he gave me.