Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Crosby
Natural for Nature
This confirms it, I am Julia Roberts.
When I landed at the private air strip outside of Nashville, the black car was already on the tarmac. The driver, Dale, took my LV duffel and opened the door for me. When he settled in the driver’s seat he asked me if I wanted to listen to anything and if the temperature was good.
I asked for some Rhys Reid, because why deny I’m obsessed with him at this point, and dropped the temp a few degrees to counteract my flushed skin.
It was tough not to text him all weekend while we celebrated Bryson and Jo officially committing to each other.
Crosby knows I’m here for him, I don’t want to pile on any more stress as he figures out how to play the hand he’s been dealt. After his disastrous performance at Felix’s I was worried he’d lost his chance but it seems Laila has come around.
Usually Crosby and I would sit next to each other and play cards on a flight, but when he showed up with Laila and Stella they looked like a package deal, a unit.
I stayed away from them on our way out to Colorado to give them some space.
And, to be honest, when Stella doggie barfed everywhere and Laila rushed off to the bathroom, I was grateful to be sitting on the other side of the plane.
Still, I was proud of Crosby for taking care of his girls when they needed it.
Nashville is humid like D.C. in the summer so I’m in athletic shorts and a Renegades dri-fit shirt.
Felix made us fucking dress according to the black and white Penguin theme for the party so I have nice clothes in my duffle but I don’t plan on seeing them again until they’re back from the cleaners, in D.C.
The green rolling hills move along with us as we drive from the airport out to Rhys’s place.
I fully expect him to be holed up in some castle-like estate. It’s what he grew up with. It gives him privacy. And I bet there’s animals. Horses for sure.
My flight home is two days from now because I’m a cocky boy who plans to be completely out of energy by then.
Any shorter, wouldn’t give me enough time to do the all things I want to do with him.
Any longer, and I’d have to call Luke, our assistant equipment manager, for the electrolyte mix he’s perfecting.
The car slows outside of a gate and Dale taps a code into his phone. I try to see where we’re going but the trees and landscaped bushes block the view of the house. When the gate is open we continue down the drive and after a few turns the house opens up in front of us.
Yeah, castle-like for sure.
It is a sprawling new construction with black siding, cedar shutters, and a paned glass front door. In fact, there’s a surprising amount of glass for someone who seems to value privacy so much.
But, I guess given the gate, the twisting driveway, and the greenery that blocks the house from the road he’s got it.
The car comes to a stop and I let myself out as Dale gets my bag from the trunk. He hands it to me and as I turn back to the front door, Rhys is opening it.
He steps out, in jeans, a white tee, the sleeves look like they’re strangling his ink stained arms, and bare feet.
I might have just spilled a little cum in my pants.
Fuck, he’s hotter than I remembered.
My body flushes like the thermostat was just notched up from 67 to 69 degrees fahrenheit.
His hair is longer than it was in May, brushing the tops of his ears. And in the humidity it looks even more voluminous. The tattoos around his bicep dance as he lifts his hand for a wave.
"Thank you Dale." He says as he steps down to the driveway.
"Of course Mr. Reid. Would you like me to stay local?"
Rhys looks at me and I want to yell out fuck no, I’m going to just spend the foreseeable future between this man’s legs!
Instead I toss Rhys a wink.
"No, we’ll be alright for today. I’ll be sure to reach out in the morning if we need anything."
"Of course." Dale nods and gets back into his car. It rolls away and I’m still standing in the driveway.
"Hey Duncan." Rhys says as he walks closer.
"Fuck, you’re hot." I grumble as my bag falls to the asphalt and I pull his lips to mine.
He tastes like coffee, and oxygen. My tongue dives further into his mouth and his hands anchor themselves at my waist, holding me to him just as hard as I am.
Together we fight for dominance and keep each other standing upright.
I break the kiss and press my forehead against his. "Are we going to fuck here in the driveway?"
"I don’t think I can wait any longer." He says as his greedy tongue licks up my neck, grating against my stubble. My pulse hammers for his attention but I’m in control enough not to fuck right here, right now.
Barely.
"C’mon Charming, let’s go inside, show me what you’re workin’ with." I slide my hand down and squeeze his ass before laying a swift little slap there.
"Do I have to give you a tour?" He asks as he turns and I shove his back a little. "Do you mind if I show you my bedroom first?"
"You have other rooms?" I tease as I grab my bag and follow him inside.
The cool air of the AC hits my heated skin and I shiver. I slide my sandals off at the door and take in the open space. High beams cross the ceiling, a wall of windows along the back wall look out on a sprawling green lawn. In the distance I see a white building, probably the barn.
Rhys leads me past the kitchen and down a window-lined hallway.
Just outside is a patio with an outdoor kitchen and dining table.
A pool with lounge chairs beyond it. At the end of the hallway he pulls me into a room, again with a wall of windows in the back, but at the center of this one is a beautiful looking bed.
Crisp white, fluffy comforter, more pillows than one, two or even three men could ever need. Matching sleek side tables with lamps. The one on the far side has an alarm clock and a charging dock.
The visual of Rhys getting into bed and plugging in his phone, unfastening his watch and laying it on the felt pad is more intimate than I expected it to be.
Holy crap balls.
There is less control available to me than I’d thought.
I just invited myself to spend a few days with my fuck buddy and we have zero rules or boundaries. One dizzying kiss on his driveway and my mind is running away with itself.
Thinking things through isn’t my forte and I can see now how it could lead to trouble.
Maybe it’s because I was just with all my loved-up teammates and my mind is making leaps here.
It’s like I crave seeing Rhys get ready for bed.
But, fuck, maybe I’m not even staying in his bed.
Maybe there’s a guest room down the hall.
Crikey, I’m out of my depth here.
"So, I want to make an addendum to the rules." I say as I set my duffel down near the door and watch Rhys slowly turn back to me.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we’re definitely doing more than hand jobs today."
He laughs. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, I think we level up to blow jobs." My words are slightly muffled as I tug off my t-shirt and toss it to the floor.
"Anything else?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and all the filthy ways I want him flood my brain.
"Lots." I say. "But we’re starting with a quick 69 to get this tension out of our system."
Rhys swallows and I know I can bring this back to sex. This doesn’t have to be anything besides a sex marathon. The twitching muscles in my body agree and as less and less blood makes it to my brain, he gets on board too.
"Alright, the next rule for us," I say as I drop my shorts and boxers in one move and lazily stroke my cock to warm it up. "We say what we want, when we want it."
"Okay." Rhys says with his eyes trained on my movements.
"C'mon Charming, show me that cock. We’re on the same page, we're gonna fuck a lot, so there's no point in being bashful."
"I'm not bashful." He defends as he pulls his shirt off. The afternoon sunshine gives the un-tattoed skin on his abdomen a golden glow. So much clearer in the light of day.
"How do you want to do this?" Rhys works his jeans down his thighs and then looks at me in confusion. "Laying on our sides? Standing? One of us on our back?" I ask as I think through the positions.
"Standing? How would that work?" He asks as he straightens, still wearing his boxers.
"Laying on our sides it is." I say as I hook a finger into the waistband of his boxers and walk backwards to the bed. My legs hit the mattress and I lean forward and kiss him again.
I snap the elastic below my fingers and he gasps but my mouth is there to capture it. "Off." I grumble as I start to climb backwards onto the bed.
Rhys slides his underwear down his thighs and lets them fall when they reach his knees. His cock springs forward proudly and my mouth waters. My body moves before I register it and our chests are pressed together.
Our cocks meet and he shivers but when I slide my hand between us and stroke him gently, he cries out with desire.
My moan is swallowed in the kiss and slowly, I pull away.
"Get comfortable, there." I point to the pillows as I climb off the bed. I hope Rhys is enjoying the view as I leave his room to get us water.
It’s fucking hot to be walking past all these windows, nature witnessing me in my natural state. Naked, bricked up, and ready to take a cock to the back of my throat.
But my progress to get us water is stalled when I realize Rhys has one of those fancy fucking fridges that looks like cabinets and I can’t figure out where it is.
I open cabinet after cabinet, finding the glasses first thank goodness, and then, "ah ha!"
Found it.
When I make it back to Rhys’s room he’s propped up against his headboard, his half hard cock laying against his muscular thigh.
Perfect.
"You have one of those fancy fridges that looks like cabinets." I complain as I bring the water over to the side of the bed he’s sitting on.
"I do." He says.
"That's annoying." We both take a sip and then I set both on the table. I slide my glasses off and while the image in front of me blurs it’s almost like my other senses grow more sensitive.
I lift a knee to the side of the bed and maneuver over his legs, the heat coming off his body guides me as I settle with my head at the foot of the bed. I prop my chin in my palm and motion for him to slide down closer to me.
"I have been dreaming about this cock." I say as my hand travels up the inside of his leg.
"You have?"
"Aye." I throw him a wink to accompany my terrible accent. "Wondering how he survived after getting jerked off by me."
"He's been just fine." He assures me and the laughter in his tone is more melodic than any song he’s sung.
"Well, he's about to be so much more than just fine." And with that I tilt forward and swallow Rhys’s dick.
He’s heavy and hot in my mouth. I inhale as I slide back to his tip and feel the blood rushing through his veins.
"Christ!" He curses and he pitches his hips forward. I roll with his movement and continue to bob up and down his length.
With a wet pop I lift off and look up at him. "It'll feel even better when you're trying to concentrate on sucking my cock too."
Rhys’s eyes darken with wickedness and everything inside me intensifies. My lungs seize as he grabs my hip and guides my cock into his mouth.
I suck hard on him and the vibrations of his murmur sends tremors through me.
My fingers dig into his ass cheek as he swirls his tongue around my swollen tip and I know I’m leaking, but then again so is he.
Rhys dives forward and takes my cock to the back of his throat and I reward him with my middle finger pressing against his rear.
He gurgles with pleasure and I feel his head bob up and down in a nod. And when he pulls off my cock to whisper "yes" into the space between us, I pull off just enough to grunt "not yet."
We both return to our tasks and instinct takes control. Our bodies rocking towards each other, matching our pace, sending each other higher and higher.
I feel Rhys’s thighs flex and he taps my ass.
I pull off and ask, "where do you want to finish?"
"Your mouth." He admits and I almost blow. Such a fucking good boy asking for the dirty things he wants.
"I want to finish on your chest." I say as I palm his thigh and push him backwards. I throw my leg over his shoulder and my cock hits his chin before he can capture it between his lips again.
My hips thrust into his mouth with quick, shallow movements as he drives his hips up to get even further down my throat.
I swallow around him, feeling his cock pulse against my tongue. Rhys opens his mouth and I slide against his tongue as his hands dig into my thighs. I want him to grip even harder, I want his finger prints on my thighs.
"Shit, fuck, Duncan." He growls the second I roll my hips forward and ejaculate on his chest.
My cock throbs as I release and slowly, Rhys pushes up into my mouth so I hollow out my cheeks and he explodes. I hum appreciatively as I pull more and more from him, letting it all pool in my mouth.
Rhys’s chest is heaving and his hands have slid down to the comforter. I turn and swing my leg over him, bracketing his hips between my legs, and as I hover over him, I open my mouth.
His cum dribbles past my lip and pools with mine on his chest.
I watch this filthy scene with hungry eyes. When I look up, Rhys’s gaze is honed in on where we mix on his skin.
I don’t think he realizes it, but he licks his lips.
"Here." My voice comes out rough as I swirl my finger through our mess and drag it up to his lips.
My elbow buckles as his tongue cleans my finger off with long, curling strokes, and I tumble to his side.
Our eyes lock and slowly a smile spreads across his handsome face.
I roll over and pick up our waters, handing him one glass as he sits up.
"Thanks." He murmurs.
"What are friends for?" I say with a gasp after I finish chugging what was left in the glass.
"So," Rhys says but trails off.
"Shower tour?" I shrug as I take his glass from him and hold out a hand to help him off the bed.
"Yeah, I guess I hadn't planned to be covered in both our cum." He says as he looks down at his chest. He’s glistening and it’s so fucking hot.
"Sharing is caring." I toss out.
"So they say."
This is all I need to focus on the next few days. Carnal desires, leading with our bodies.
Rhys seems just as hungry for me as I am for him. His earthy green eyes dram me in and I follow him into the shower.
"What else do you have planned?" I ask as he hands me the bottle of body wash.
"I’m going to grill steaks for dinner, then, we can sort of see where the night takes us I guess."
"Works for me, Charming."