Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Duncan
Too sleepy for a booty call.
"You ready to get your ass kicked?" I call out as I let myself into Crosby’s house. On the ride over I decided I’d get a game of Scrabble going so Crocs would be distracted and hopefully open up more.
And, fuck am I grateful for Rhys. He basically shooed me out the door and said to just touch base with him later.
For sex.
Because good fucking universe, sinking my cock into someone has never felt as good as it did with Rhys.
Stella trots over and leads me to where Crosby is laying on the sofa looking half dead. "The fuck?"
I turn on the lights in the room since the sun is setting and it doesn’t make him look any better. "Are you sick?"
"I dunno." He mumbles and this is maybe the worst I’ve seen him.
Usually my anxious friend gets antsy and twitchy, not lethargic.
He should be a little sore from the hit, not looking like a dying bridge troll.
Maybe some twerp from today gave him some gross kid disease.
Tentatively, I reach my hand out and feel around his face but I don’t think putting my palm over his nose is what I’m supposed to be doing.
I move it up to his forehead. "I don’t even know what I’m feeling for.
I wish Laila was here." She’s a nurse and she’d be able to treat him for whatever the fuck this is.
Crosby shoves my hand off and rubs his hands down his face.
"What’s going on?" I take a seat on the coffee table in front of him. Maybe he looks grey because my glasses are dirty. I slide them off and start to clean them with a huff of air as he sits up a little straighter.
"Laila saw some texts from my dad."
Yikes.
"His helpful ones." My hands are busy so I can’t add air quotes but Crocs knows what I’m getting at.
"Yeah."
Where my parents knew nothing about the game, Crosby’s dad is an NHL legend. But with that comes a shit ton of unsolicited "advice" from Andrew Loughty and I have watched it erode Crosby’s confidence for years.
I slide my frames back on. I know how I handle it when those texts come in, but I’m curious. "What did she have to say about it?"
"That I had to pick between her and him. More or less."
"Huh." Holy shit. This is a make or break moment. A tied game and the other team gets a breakaway. I bungle this and we could never recover. It could go very badly. He could never be the same.
I need assistance.
I slide my phone out of my pocket and open a voice text. "CAW! CAW! CAW! CAW!"
Stella starts barking and Crosby’s eyes fly wide open.
I start typing to Rhys that I’ll keep him posted but this is going to take all my attention tonight.
Crosby sits up straight. "What the fuck was that?"
"The Big Guns."
"No." He says but I’m already ignoring him for his own good. I can get an express delivery of snacks but I want to take an inventory before I do. "I do not want to watch some romantic movie where it all works out. I’m not sure that it’s going to work out with Laila.
And we have to consider Little G here too.
I can't get all tripped up over my feelings. "
Crosby is talking as I am adding snacks to my cart.
"You think this is about Laila?" I ask as I double the sour cream and onion chip count.
"Yes, The Big Guns movie nights are all about the guy getting the girl. It’s why we watched 10 Things I Hate About You with Austin Thorne in Puerto Rico, and Ocean’s 11 with Aiden at Felix’s–"
"No, that one was for him to realize he had us he could count on too."
"Fine, but with Bryson we all crammed into one hotel room and watched all those Heartmark moves in a row." Crosby reminds me.
"Ha! That’s right. I was thinking The Big Guns was when we watched Three Ninjas and The Parent Trap for prank ideas."
But that was just Crosby and I so we could give Bryson some ideas for how to annoy Jo so much she would leave him alone.
Alotta good that did us.
Anyway, I need to set Crosby straight. "But no, tonight is not about Laila. It’s about Leia."
"What?"
"See you will." I say in my best Yoda impression as I rip the top open on a family sized bag of air popped popcorn a little too enthusiastically sending kernels flying.
Stella’s nails scrape along the floor as she scrambles to take advantage of the spill.
Good girl.
***
"Is this a booty call?" Rhys says as he answers the phone with a yawn. It’s late. We watched in release date order and got through four, five, and six before we called it a night.
"I’m too sleepy for a booty call. But I’m sorry for bailing on us tonight." I say through a yawn of my own as I sit in the back of my rideshare.
"That’s alright. Is Crosby okay?" This is why he’s such a great friend-with-benefits. He cares about my problems too.
"Yeah, seven hours of Star Wars helped straighten him out."
"Shit what time is it?"
"Late."
I hear him shifting in his bed and a wave of understanding washes over me. This is what all my buddies were feeling when they shacked up with their girls.
I want to feel the warmth of his body as we speak. I want to feel the bed cave in his direction as I slide closer. I want to watch the lines on his face. I want to hear his heartbeat when my head is on his chest.
I grip the back of my neck in a feeble attempt to loosen the tension. The ache in my chest knows there’s only one solution.
I don’t just want this conversion to be happening face to face, I want to orbit my life around him.
"Can I come over?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says around another yawn.
"’Kay, see you soon."
I tell the driver I’m updating the destination and type in Rhys’s address. When the car pulls up in front of the house he rented I see the front porch light flick on.
It ignites a twin flame in my heart. My muscles ache as I thank the drive and climb out of the car.
Like a mirage I’m not sure is real, Rhys cracks open the door but stays hidden behind it. As soon as I cross the threshold he swings it closed. My body melts as my heart takes flight. I’m frozen until Rhys pulls me in for a kiss.
What he initiates is gentle and quick but before he can pull away, I grip his neck and keep him close to me.
More.
Everything.
I need him.
I need his body to comfort mine.
I need the support. I feel tangled up inside, weak and antsy, and dizzy.
Rhys’s arms wrap around my back and he holds me to him. My lips trail to his jaw, to the small space behind his ear and he crushes me tighter to him.
"Hey Dunc."He whispers as his hands tangle in my hair.
"Let’s go upstairs." I whisper against his skin.
I slide my shoes off as he locks the front door and follows me up to his room. I take off my shirt and his hands find my back the moment it’s exposed. When his lips press into the space between my shoulder blades I shiver.
"Get in bed, babe." Rhys’s words rumble through me as he runs his hands up my arms. I slide my joggers down and crawl forward before turning around to see Rhys dropping his boxers and approaching the bed.
He crawls up as I pull back the covers and he leans his body against me as he slides in.
"You take care of everyone, I want to take care of you tonight. "
My cock pulses with his words. "What do you have in mind?"
In response, Rhys kisses me and pulls himself over my body. "C’mere."
I roll into his arms and he trails his fingers down my spine as he settles into the big spoon position. Featherlight touches wind me up tighter as he circles from my hip to my abs. Caressing each divot of my muscle, navigating around my growing erection.
My fingers grip into the bottom side of the pillow as he palms and squeezes my ass.
Rhys moves over me, kissing my chest as I turn towards him. He taps my hip. "Ass up Duncan."
"Fuck!" I cry as Rhys tugs my boxerss down while he bites and sucks hard on a spot near my hip bone. Rhys lowers himself as he pulls my cheeks apart. I’m twisted, resting my weight on one shoulder, as he lowers himself.
His tongue takes one tentative swipe from the base of my balls to my hole and my hand flies to his hair. Gripping, holding him to me.
"You taste so sweet." He murmurs before returning to lavish my body in open mouth kisses. His tongue exploring, pushing, worshiping.
I’m pure sensation. The only thoughts I can understand are yes, this, him, and, "I want more." I whine.
"I know Dunc, I know." He promises as his tongue drives me further insane. My hips roll back into his face as my body chases, no demands, pleasure.
Rhys’s hands begin to explore, tugging on my balls, fisting my shaft, fisting his own. All while he devours me.
My elbows shake and my eyes squeeze shut. It’s almost too much. "Shit, that feels so good."
"Can I?" Rhys asks as his finger presses against the tight ring of muscle.
"Please." I whimper.
His thumb presses through and the sting of pain is only a spark before a deep pleasure fills my belly. Blood rushes to my cock and as I shift to one hand to reach for it, Rhys’s thumb pushes in even further.
"Fuck Duncan, you’re so hot inside." Rhys’s forehead rests against my ribs.
"Kiss me Rhys." I demand and he slides up my body to fit behind me again. I lift, letting his arm fall below my head as his mouth finds mine. His cock taps against my hip as he slides his middle finger inside me. "Jesus!"
He hits a spot deep inside me sending flashes of white into my vision.
Rhys kisses along my shoulder as he works his finger in and out.
"Relax baby." He laughs and I”m not sure I can. Every nerve in me is wound tight. I exhale and close my eyes. "That’s it."
His coaching is minimal but effective.
His mouth devours mine as his hands explore. I wrap one fist around my cock and the other around his. We thrust together, the thick weight of us in my hands as our tongues collide.
When I took his ass earlier it was dirty, fast.
There was a hint of desperation to it because of Harper’s surprise visit. I wanted him, needed him, before I could truly process the threat of being discovered.
Tonight is slower, sweeter, like our bodies know we have all the time in the world.
I melt a little further into the mattress at the thought.
Rhys hisses and pulls out of my hand. "If you keep that up I’ll come too soon."
"Can’t have that." I pant as Rhys pushes my shoulder to lay me on my back.
His pupils are blown wide and I can barely see any green in his eyes. He’s hungry for me.
And I fucking love it.
I love–
No.
Rhys leans down over me and licks from the center of my chest up to my ear. "Pull up your knee. I wanna see you."
I’ve never been so thankful for all the hip opening stretches as I hold the leg closest to him up behind the knee. Rhys’s biceps twitch as he balances himself over me. I curl up and kiss him along his jaw, propping up on my own elbows.
"This is so hot." I marvel like I’m a step removed from the sensation building in my core. I’m observing the devotion in his eyes, the concentration on his face, the twitch of his muscles as he drives me further and further into oblivion with his deft fingers.
My head falls back and Rhys reaches up to caress my throat, his thumb tenderly pressing into my Adam’s apple.
"Please Rhys." I whine and it’s an entirely new sound from me.
"I’ve got you baby." He soothes as his hand travels down my chest. My ass clenching and releasing against his fingers.
His W-I-L-D hand strokes my cock which means H-O-P-E is the one playing games with my asshole.
Somehow the thought makes me chuckle and his finger slides into me easily.
Rhys looks up at me, "what’s funny?"
"Only the idea that your HOPE hand is the one playing right now."
"Hopeful indeed." He smirks while he scissors his fingers. His devilish expression morphs to concern as I pant to get enough oxygen to keep me alive for this orgasm. "You alright?"
"I’m perfect, Charming. Keep fingering my asshole but stroke your cock too."
"Shit Duncan." Rhys curses as he rolls his hips forward into his waiting hand and his head throws back. "Stroke yourself too."
Twin groans fill the room as he sets a rhythm with his fingers we instinctively match with our hands.
My stomach hollows out as my dick stiffens. "It’s too much Rhys. Oh fuck."
I gasp for air and feel beads of sweat gather on my chest. The chill of the room is in stark contrast to the inferno building inside me.
This is new, this is unlike… Fuck, what is happening to me.
"Rhys, Rhys." My mind is swirling with pleasure so pure it’s terrifying.
"Duncan, you okay?"
"I, feel, I dunno."
Slowly, Rhys pulls his fingers out of me and that is the opposite of what I want. "No, come back." He leans down to kiss me and pushes his fingers back in. "Yes." I exhale.
"I think you’re about to come with my fingers in your ass." Rhys presses a kiss to my pulse point as he settles in behind me again. His broad body pressing against mine.
"Is this what you feel when I fuck you?" I ask and our eyes meet.
"This and more." He whispers as he drives his fingers roughly inside me and caresses my pec.
I dip my chin and suck his thumb between my lips. Rhys exhales against my back and my balls tighten.
"Yes baby, so good, stroke yourself." He praises.
My back arches and my butt muscles bear down as liquid fire rolls down my spine.
"Fuck, fuck!" I shout as ropes of cum shoot up my abdomen. I feel it hit my chin, I see it on Rhys’s arm as he squeezes the muscle over my hammering heart.
"Yes, that’s it." Rhys says as he leans back, watching his fingers disappear inside me. I twist so I can see him. Jaw set, neck veins popping, he looks ready to explode too.
"Come on me, Charming." The plea falls gently from my lips.
I run my hands up his chest, stopping to squeeze his pecs and trace my hand over the sign language over his heart. Rhys grips my wrist and drags my hand down his body to his dick. I spread the leaking precum down his length before stroking him as he uses my shins for balance.
"Fuck, fuck, yes Duncan." Rhys’s words tumble from his lips before he stills and I feel his cock swell in my hand. His release coats my abdomen and I feel claimed.
His eyes confirm it.
I pull him down beside me again.
Orgasms always feel good, but this one released all the tension I was carrying. And, something tells me Rhys is the only man who can do that.
I roll to face him and I pull his mouth to mine. "Thank you."
He laughs against my lips. "For what?"
"For finger-fucking my brains out."
"So romantic." Rhys rolls his eyes but I simply lift my arm to invite him to rest against my chest.
Friends-with-benefits hardly does justice to what Rhys does for me. What he brings to my life. But, no matter what we call it, it’s exactly what I need.
My phone buzzes from the floor. "I should check that in case it’s Crosby." I kiss Rhys’s temple and slide out of bed.
He heads to the bathroom and I settle back in against the headboard to check my texts.
The Big Guns
CROSBY
Laila burned coffee at her mom’s house.
AIDEN
Is this information the whole group needed to know at one in the morning?