Rhys #4
“That’s my good boy,” he purred, his breath heaving out between his words. “You look so fucking pretty, and so slutty. Like you were made to take my cock in your mouth.”
I whimpered around him, all thoughts of not embarrassing myself dissolving away to nothing as I desperately bucked, grateful I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what I would have said if I’d had the ability.
Yes, Kendall. I’m your greedy little cock slut. All I care about is pleasing you and making you come. Show me how good I did. Give me my reward and shoot down my throat.
“Oh, Rhys. I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”
He moaned, loud and raw like he was helpless to stop it as his spine arched.
Hot, strong jets hit the back of my throat, pooling on my tongue before I could swallow it all down.
The muscles at the base of his cock throbbed against my lips, the intensity of everything crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I let out a desperate, urgent whine, vibrating all over his swollen flesh as the orgasm I’d tried to hold back hit me full force.
Oh Christ, it felt so fucking good, relief coursing through me as my balls drew up tight to my body and I came. Right into my boxers. Pulse after aching pulse, until my eyes were practically rolling back.
When it was done and I had control of my brain back, I let his softening dick drop from my lips.
He was flushed pink all over, the back of his arm thrown over his eyes as he panted.
But he was smiling. And then a surprisingly innocent laugh bubbled out.
A really gorgeous laugh that made my chest feel like it was turning inside out, like after I was done listening to it I’d be a totally different fucking person.
“Did you come?” He finally asked, and I froze, like I was a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I, um…”
“That’s so hot,” he remarked, and all the shame bubbling around in my stomach receded. “I love how worked up you get for me. You’re so sexy.”
“Thanks,” I responded softly, surprised by how easily he’d swept my nerves and anxiety away.
“Can I see?” He wondered.
“See my, uh…”
“Yeah,” he finished before I could find a way to phrase it that didn’t sound stupid and humiliating. “I want to see what a mess you made for me.”
Heat rose to my face and I cleared my throat. It was embarrassing, but so hot at the same time.
“Please?” He urged, blinking his long lashes. “It would make me really happy.”
Swallowing hard, I raised up onto my knees and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.
I carefully slid them down with my boxers, trying not to make the mess any worse than it already was.
My cock, still half-hard when it slipped out, was dripping with pearly cum.
At least some of it wasn’t coating the inside of my underwear.
He let out an appreciative little groan, his eyes locked between my thighs as his tongue flitted out to wet his pretty lips. If he kept looking at it like that, then it wouldn’t be long before I was ready to go again.
“You want me to clean you up?” He asked, and I glanced around for a box of tissues.
“Yeah,” I said. “Can you go grab something? I don’t want to, like, drip all over your floor.”
He chuckled, biting into his lower lip for a moment while his eyes danced with amusement.
“I meant with my tongue.”
“Oh,” I said, as my mouth went totally dry and my spent dick gave a hard twitch.
I was still sensitive from coming, and I’d probably be squirming like crazy from it, but there was no fucking way I was going to turn down something like that.
I hadn’t known there was someone on earth who’d ever be so into me. Or my cum. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he assured me, before crooking his index finger toward himself to beckon me over. “Come here.”
Trying not to look as comically eager as I felt, I made my way over toward him, just as a pair of voices sounded from outside his front door. The conversation got closer quickly, like they were walking up.
“Is that my brother?” I asked incredulously, just as a round of staccato knocks rapped on the door.
“Kendall?”
“You in there, Keke?” Josie’s voice this time.
My stomach dropped, and nausea seized me by the throat, the idea of them catching us like this, with my cock out, nearly making me throw up.
“He has a key,” Kendall hissed out quickly. “He’ll use it.”
“Fuck.” Frozen in shock and fear, my body didn’t seem to know what to do. The harsh contrast from the lovely, gauzy aura I’d been soaking in since we’d gotten back to Kendall’s apartment to whatever this was, was harrowing.
“Here,” he said, scrambling up and pulling my shorts into place to cover me. “Go to my bathroom, get cleaned up. It’ll be okay,” he assured me, the soothing timbre of his voice snapping me back to attention. “Just come out when you’re decent.”
“Y-yeah. Okay,” I said, tossing him his jeans as I rushed out of the living room.
As I closed the bathroom door, flipping the lock into place out of sheer instinctive discomfort, I heard the sound of Benjamin and Josie coming inside.