Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Rhys
Why are you naked?
"You certainly have a knack for finding fucking awesome houses." Duncan whistles as he tosses an industrial sized bag of frozen chicken nuggets onto the counter and starts riffling through the pantry of the home I rented.
I’m glad Zara had the groceries delivered because it’s making it easier to ogle Duncan while he’s distracted.
We’ve started our calls lately on video, switching to just audio when our clothes come off.
Having him physically here is a little jarring. My mind never could really capture the size of him through the screen.
But I live here now.
I get to see him all the time.
No more rushing back to my bus or hotel room.
No more nights alone wishing he were with me.
This place will be for us.
"I was impressed by the options Zara was able to pull together. This one was the most private while also being a relatively easy drive to the school."
"And you’ll be there like all day huh?" Duncan twists open a tub of sourdough pretzel rods and walks over to the fridge. "Good thing I brought you dino nuggets, you’re going to be needing them."
"Yeah, I start at ten and will wrap up around six most nights." My words slow as I watch him squirt honey mustard directly onto the pretzel rod, sending brownish-yellow splatters on the counter. "Duncan."
"What?" He asks as he takes a giant bite.
With a shake of my head I cross over and pull a paper towel off the roll to wipe up. I open a few cabinets until I find a plate and a little bowl.
Duncan watches as I take a handful of pretzels out and place them on the plate and then fill the bowl with mustard before returning everything to where it came from.
"But, what if I want more?" He asks as he goes in for a dip.
"Then you can add more to your plate."
"But," he raises an eyebrow to me in challenge. "What if I want less."
"Then don’t eat it all."
"But that’s a waste. With my system I could enjoy exactly what I wanted."
"Your system was messy."
"But efficient."
"Duncan," I place my hands on my hips and look up at the ceiling. With a cleansing exhale. "Please don’t get mustard splatters all over my new home."
"Fine." He chews and wipes his mouth on the paper towel I used. "So Charming, are we christening this place today."
I can’t help it, I blush. "I could be into that."
"Yeah?" The hopeful look in his eyes is empowering. Duncan, this fun-loving, attractive, fit as fuck man wants me just as much as I want him. It’s an ego boost of monumental proportions.
And, it’s the fuel for my next words.
"Yeah. And, one of our rules is to say what we want right?"
Duncan’s eyes darken. "Are you going to ask me for something?"
I bite my smile back and nod. "Everytime we’ve texted or talked lately, I have felt a little, um, empty."
His eyes dart down past my waist. "Are you suggesting what I hope you are?"
I bite my lip and nod.
"Fuck yes Charming, I’ll fill your sweet ass all day." My entire body heats.
"I, umm, got myself ready."
Duncan’s head falls back and he murmurs something to the ceiling. "Go upstairs, now. I’m going to clean up so you feel better and I’ll be up in a minute."
His offer to clean up the kitchen shouldn’t be the part of this conversation that turns me on the most but it is.
I float up the stairs to the bedroom where I unpacked my suitcase when I first got here.
It almost doesn’t feel real to be connecting my phone to the speakers in the room and starting a playlist I spent the flight curating.
The music ramps up my anticipation while settling me as I open the bedside drawer where the set of plugs lay in wait.
I grab the largest one and the lube and head to the bathroom.
The items I used to wash myself up before Duncan got here are drying on a towel on the counter.
Just seeing them ticks my arousal even higher.
I try to undress slowly but end up nearly ripping my clothes off as I strip leaving each article in a pile at my feet. How quickly I undress won’t get him up the stairs any faster but try explaining that to my body as it rushes through the motions.
My body clenches and relaxes with each breath as I pump some lube into my palm. I thoroughly wet the toy and lean against the counter before reaching around and inserting it for myself.
The tight stretch drives my need higher. My body accepts it, a shiver racking me as it rubs against my prostate, and my cock surges to life.
When I step out of the bathroom I place the lube on the bedside table and start to climb on the bed when I hear the beep of the security system alerting me a door has been opened.
"Duncan?" I call from the room but I don’t hear anything.
Then from downstairs I hear him say, "Harper?"
Then a screeched, "Ohmygod, Duncan! Why are you naked?"
"Because I’m about to, you know."
I throw on my jeans in a rush, tucking my cock against the fly and the rough fabric grates against it. I slide my shirt back over my head and hurry down the stairs. The plug in my ass presses with each step splitting my focus.
"I’ll be sure to tell the person who moved in how good you are at your job.
" Duncan is saying and from the landing I see him guiding a brown haired woman in a tank and miniskirt back to the front door.
One of his hands is covering his cock and balls, the other pushing against the top of her back between her shoulders.
"But, the client isn’t supposed to be here for another three days."
"He got here early."
"He? So you know who it is? I only ever worked with their team."
"Yes, I know who it is!" He spins her around at the front door. "You think I’d just be walking around naked in some random house?"
"I’ve seen shit on house tours." She says but anything else she was going to say is lost when she notices me on the stairs. "You’re Rhys Reid."
I watch Duncan’s eyes flutter closed and he exhales in defeat.
"I am." I continue down the stairs. "Can I help you?"
The woman rolls her shoulders back and stands taller. "I’m Harper Daniels, I was the agent to secure you this rental. I was just stopping by to make sure everything was ready for your arrival which I was told would be later this week."
Duncan steps back and moves behind me. "Thank you Harper, that was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate it. But, umm, maybe you can come back another time?"
Her brown eyes twinkle and she presses her lips together as she looks between me and Duncan. "Yes, I can do that."
She pulls her phone out of her pocket. "I should probably get your number so we can coordinate our schedules."
Wanting to get her out of here as soon as possible I rattle off my number and open the door for her. Her eyes grow even wider as I usher her outside and close the door behind her.
I turn around to Duncan, my jaw set. "Who was that?"
"She’s my teammate's fiancée." Duncan shakes his head from side to side. "What are the fucking chances?"
I rake my fingers through my hair, willing myself to relax. "Do you think she’s going to go to the press?"
"No. Worst case is she’ll tell Young Gun."
"Young Gun?"
"Sorry, Aiden, our goalie." He winces. "She might tell the WAGs too."
"WAGs?"
"Wives and Girlfriends. You have a lot of terminology to catch up on."
"Do you trust these people?"
"I do."
"Are they going to mess this up for me?" For us.
"No." The conviction in his tone soothes me and I relax a fraction.
Which causes the plug to twitch.
It serves as a reminder of what we were about to do. I take in Duncan’s naked body and slowly pull his hand away from his cock and slide it under my t-shirt. His touch pulls everything inside me taught and my ass clenches around the plug pulling a satisfied sound from my throat.
"Charming. Get upstairs now."
I turn and he slaps my ass sending molten waves of lust through me. I watch him pull a dining room chair over and prop it under the door handle.
He then turns to me, grips himself, and takes the stairs two and a time to catch me.
Laugher leads me into the bedroom and I pull off my t-shirt as Duncan unfastens my jeans. His lips take mine as I step out of the denim and we become a mess of limbs.
I cannot believe I felt satisfied by sex alone.
We fall onto the bed together and Duncan pulls my thigh up to his hip. The tips of our cocks brush and I moan into our kiss. His hand squeezes my ass cheek before moving to my crease.
"Charming, are you wearing a plug for me?" He asks as he twists the end driving me insane with need.
"Yes." I mumble as I pull his lips back to mine.
"Show me." He pulls back and comes up to his knees, stroking himself with one hand as he adjusts his glasses with the other so his eyes can more carefully devour me.
I get on all fours and show him my backside. My cock hanging heavy between my legs. Duncan leans forward, bracketing my ass in his hands and I’m lost to sensation as he licks from my balls all the way up to my low back before switching to gentle kisses up my spine.
I arch into him, arms shaking, and when he’s reached my neck he nips and gently guides my head down to the mattress.
My arms fold and I feel already on the edge of orgasming when he drags his fingertips down the center of my back. It makes me want to tattoo a line there for him to follow.
"Ready for me Charming?"
"Yes, please Duncan."
He answers my pleading with a slap to my ass and I groan as he roughly covers the spot with his palm. I watch him reach over for the lube. I am mesmerized as he wets his cock. And I leave my body entirely as he pulls the toy out and runs the head of his cock around the rim of muscle.
His thumb presses just above his destination as he breaches me. "Oh fuck."
My exhale is met by his sharp intake of breath. "This is just the tip Rhys, you’re going to take all of me."
"Please."
"So needy for my cock, baby."
Baby. I’m dead.
"More Duncan."
"Keep begging, Rhys."
He moves into me, his finger tips pressing into my body like he’s holding on for dear life.
Pleading words tumble from my lips as he presses further into me and when I feel his hips meeting mine all remaining resistance in me melts away.
"Fuck Rhys, so tight, so perfect."
"Fuck me, Duncan."
All the phone sex over the last few weeks has only left me hungrier for the real thing. Memories only get me so far. His voice through the line only grazes the surface.
I need to see him lose control, I need to feel him use me for his pleasure.
His cock drives into me, soul deep, filling me and I only wish I could take more.
"Baby, this ass, goddamnit." He grunts as he pulls out completely. "Look at that gape."
My lungs seize for air as I feel him reposition behind me. It feels like he’s standing on the bed and when I open my eyes I see his foot up near my hip.
"Tilt up." He taps my hip and I curl a little higher. "Good boy."
And then Duncan spits on my gaping back entrance and ripples of fire travel through my body.
"Duncan!" I whine without even knowing what I’m asking for.
"I know baby, I know." He says as he braces one hand on my hip. His cock dips into me again and I feel whole again.
But he pulls out completely before diving back in and the sudden loss of him followed by being filled to capacity is maddening.
"No." I whimper as he pulls out again.
"Fuck." He whispers and I feel him leave the bed.
With what little strength I have left in my arms I push up and search for him. He’s standing beside the bed, reaching for me. He drags my hips to him and before I can even reposition myself he drives into me in sharp, quick thrusts.
"Stroke your cock Rhys, come with me."
I roll to one shoulder so I can stroke my cock and I watch Duncan’s eyes glaze over as he watches me.
"That WILD hand. So fucking hot."
"Duncan, I’m close."
"Then come baby, don’t hold back."
"Oh fuck."
"Show me how hard you come with my cock in your ass." He growls.
His words finish me, as he drives into me over and over again I shout and ejaculate hard. Duncan reaches forward and roughly strokes more cum out of my cock, milking me as he pistons into me.
"I got yours, you ready for mine?"
"Yes, fuck please, fill me Duncan."
"Shit, shit. I’m coming!" He stills behind me and I feel his cock throb inside me.
God I want it all.
"More, yes, more Duncan."
He rolls his hips to give me just that little bit more.
His touch turns gentle as he caresses my hips and lowers me to the bed. He pulls some tissues from the box on the bedside table and starts to wipe me up. I let him conduct his aftercare as I sink into the pillows.
"I’ll be right back." He kisses my shoulder.
I have never felt so used and adored before.
When he comes back he helps me slide under the covers and I curl into his side. His large hand holds my hip tenderly and he turns his chin into my forehead. "Was I too rough?"
"No, that was perfect."
"Are you sore?"
"The normal amount." I assure him.
"Okay." He exhales. "Welcome to D.C."
My silly heart leaps and I hide my smile in his chest. "Thanks."
"I’m going to be here for that ass every night."
His words are a reminder of what we really are. Fuck buddies. I need to remember that because the repeated, mind-blowing orgasms are going to try and confuse me.
"Want to stay for dinner?" As friends.
"Are you cooking?"
"Yes."
"Then yes."
We slowly get out of bed and I head to the bathroom as he gets dressed. I clean up and assess myself in the mirror.
"Friend. Friend with benefits." I remind the Rhys staring back at me.
When I make my way downstairs, Duncan is sitting at the counter with a look of concern on his face.
"What’s wrong?" Did his friend already go to the press? Did she go to his friends, his teammates?
"Crosby isn’t answering."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he took a hit at the camp we did today and I wanted to make sure he was alright but he’s not responding."
"Is Laila?" Duncan has shared a lot with me about Crosby and the woman he’s seeing in our post-sex chats over the last few weeks.
"Good idea." He pulls his phone up to his ear but shakes his head when I hear her voicemail pick up.
"Do you want to go check on him?"
Duncan looks up at me with soft, open eyes. "Would you mind? I can come back for dinner afterwards."
"Of course," I assure him. "See if he’s alright and let me know." I shrug. "I’m here now."
"Right, that’s right. I get to come over, eat your snacks, and eat your ass whenever I want."
I shake my head and laugh. "Maybe not whenever you want but yes, basically."
"Try and stop me, Charming." He says as he stands and he orders a rideshare. When the ride is confirmed he looks up at me and I suddenly don’t want him to leave at all.
"I’ll talk to you later." I whisper.
"You’re going to think about what we did upstairs the whole time."
"Duncan, you can’t just say shit like that." Because it makes my mind turn to absolute waste.
"Try and stop me, Charming." He repeats as he grips my neck, kisses me, and pulls back just when I lean forward wanting more. "Wait up for me."
"I will."