Rhys #2
When the silence stretched out between us just a little too long, he raised himself up on his knees so he could move in even closer to me.
He slid his hands up my chest and over my shoulders to cup my face, leaving trails of fire everywhere he’d touched me, searing my skin with a sensation so potent I could barely hold back a whimper.
“Was that question too hard?” He purred out, blinking his long lashes and poking his pretty lips out in a teasing little pout. I swallowed hard before a harsh huff of my breath tumbled out, forcing myself to give a single, almost imperceptible, nod. “Poor baby.”
I was instantly hard, already throbbing before he could even kiss me.
Slanting his lips over mine, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, melting my brain function so all I could do was moan and reach out to anchor him to me.
Desperation to taste more of his mouth and get my hands on more of his body drowned out the vague worry in the back of my mind that we were in a parking lot where anyone could see.
The kiss crossed over into sloppy and rough, our breath heaving out against each other’s mouths.
The way the ball of his tongue piercing felt against mine was different than anyone I’d ever kissed.
I wasn’t sure if I’d pulled him there but he ended up on my lap, one knee on either side of my hips, with his arms hooked around my neck.
Strawberry exploded in my senses, flooding my nose and throat as I groped at him under his loose shirt.
He moaned into my mouth, and it vibrated down my whole body as my hands tightened around his slim waist. My thumbs stroked down over the tight muscles of his stomach, nudging the little dangling metal piece pierced through his navel.
I wanted to bury my tongue in his bellybutton and tug at the piercing with my teeth.
He arched his back to be closer to me, the weight of his body pressing down into my aching erection.
The need to be inside him, to have any part of me in any part of him, had me driving my tongue into his mouth.
When he sucked on it, as greedy for me as I was for him, another piece of my control snapped and I shoved at his shirt, pushing it up so I could get at more of his silky skin.
My mouth latched onto his collarbone, the taste of his skin exploding over my tongue as I ground my cock up into the soft curve of his ass.
“Rhys.” He panted my name out, his fingers tightening into my hair. “Rhys. Baby,” he repeated, the soft rasp of his pretty voice flowing into my ears as he gently tugged to pull me off him.
The hot little bubble of tension we’d enclosed ourselves in slowly dissolved around me, letting in the sounds of birds chirping in the trees and the distant sound of cars passing by on the road on the other side of the lot.
Reality hit me like a silk pillowcase full of bricks, and I could only shudder as I stared up at him, my body throbbing and pulsing with need.
“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing that could surface in my clouded up brain. I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for, but I was somehow certain I was inconveniencing him in some way. That I’d done something wrong and embarrassed myself, or disappointed him.
Panting, he gave me an odd look before leaning in and tenderly pressing his lips to my brow in a kiss that felt so sweet and so tender it made my throat and chest burn.
Then he did the same thing to each of my temples, over the bridge of my nose, down to my jaw and finally my mouth.
By the time he was done, I felt like I was melting into the seat.
I was still hard, my dick pressed up into the cleft between his firm thighs, and I could feel the stiff outline in the front of his jeans brushing against my abs.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he promised, brushing a damp lock of my hair off my forehead. “I love how much you want me.”
“So fucking much,” I breathed out.
It was becoming clear to me that I wanted Kendall more than I’d ever wanted anyone, but…
I wasn’t even sure I could trust that. Was it just that I was more desperate and touch-starved than I’d ever been?
Or was it just that I’d never been so pitifully enamored with anyone before?
What was it about him that had me so fucking hooked?
“Please tell me you don’t have plans or some urgent work thing you need to do now,” I added. I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate.
Despite the hazy lust radiating from his eyes, gentle amusement washed over his pretty features at my statement.
“You want to come home with me?”
“Yeah,” I answered quickly, swallowing hard. “I mean, if… If that’s what you want. Please. If it’s okay.”
His perfectly pouty lips curved at my pleading tone, and he tilted his head, eyes roaming over my face with obvious infatuation. My stomach clenched and my cock jumped, precum oozing out into the confines of my boxers. I hadn’t been looked at like that in so long.
“Of course it’s okay,” he said, leaning in to give me one more sweet little kiss. “I’m all yours. Whenever you want me. Wherever you want me,” he added, before glancing around at the outside world around us. “I’d rather not get arrested for public indecency, though.”
I snorted, hoping it wasn’t obvious how much his assertion that I could have him in any way I wanted, anytime I needed him, was affecting me.
“Yeah,” I agreed, clearing the husk out of my throat as he carefully lifted off my lap to settle back in the driver’s seat. My dick twitched, clearly unhappy at being separated from him. “Probably not the best idea at this point. I have enough problems.”
“And what kind of example are we setting for the new baby if we’re both in jail for the birth?” Kendall asked, making me laugh again.
“Really bad first impressions for the uncles.”