Hostile(32)

We both moan from the contact. “Jesus, Rhett. You’re killing me.”

I feel him smile against my jaw as he moves his mouth down to my neck, licking and sucking on the skin there. “Don’t die. That would suck for me.”

“So sweet.” I pull on his hair just enough so his eyes meet mine. “What do you want?”

I watch his throat as he swallows, his lips swollen from our kiss, as he thinks it over. “Your mouth.”

I grin, knowing I have to make it a little difficult for him. I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, just a peck. “Here?”

He shakes his head slowly. “No.”

I smile and then move lower, down his neck, then over his left pec to press a kiss to his hard nipple. “Here?”

“My cock. I want your mouth on my cock. I’m fucking dying here. Stop being a pain in the ass.” He sounds desperate.

I laugh, unable to help it as I drop to my knees, eye level with his beautiful dick and try to hold in the needy groan threatening to leave my lips. Because my god, he’s perfect.

“Please.” It’s a quiet plea, but it’s a plea nonetheless. From the normally quiet loner who’s been such a mystery to me. And there’s no way I’m not going to put him out of his misery.

“You’re perfect, Rhett.”

He snorts a quick laugh, but it dies on a moan when I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum waiting there for me. His hand grips my hair, not to the point of pain but enough to let me know he’s into this.

He wants it.

And so do I.

I take the tip into my mouth and suck. “Yes. God, Grayson.” His voice is breathy and sexy as hell as his fingers tighten their hold on my hair.

I take more of him into my mouth, loving the feel of his heavy cock. Using my tongue, I suction to bring him closer and closer to release, bobbing my head on his dick and taking it as far as I can without gagging. I haven’t had enough practice at deep-throating yet, but if he’ll let me, I’ll change that very soon.

My own cock is throbbing, still encased in my briefs and jeans, and I know I’ll do this every chance I get if he won’t push me away. The fear of him doing just that is in the very back of my mind, but as his hips buck and his grip in my hair increases, I allow myself to get lost in all the sensations coursing through me. “Grayson, I’m close.”

I feel him trying to pull me back, but I don’t stop, only doubling my efforts. Sucking him harder. I want to taste him. I need it. I don’t want to take him out of my mouth long enough to communicate that, though, so I only moan around his cock, hoping it gets my point across.

“I’m going to come, Grayson.” He’s desperate, then I hear a long moan as I taste more precum before his cock jerks, releasing spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. “Fuck.” He’s breathing heavily, but I don’t let up until I milk every last drop from him. Swallowing and licking him clean before I stand up to face him, I’m worried what he’s going to say and do post orgasm.

His eyes are kind as they take me in, filled with amazement before he crashes his mouth to mine, surprising the hell out of me. He’s, no doubt, tasting himself, but he doesn’t seem to care. He devours my mouth, frantically pushing my jeans and briefs down to free my cock.

I’m hard as steel and aching for release, but I didn’t expect anything from him. When he wraps his hand around my shaft, I nearly weep with relief and groan into his mouth.

“That was so fucking hot.” His voice is thick with arousal as he continues to kiss and stroke my cock with his hand, sliding his thumb over the dripping tip and using my precum as lube. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life than your mouth around me, swallowing me down.”

My hips buck into his hand on their own accord, his words spurring me on. “Your dick is perfect. I’d suck it every day if I could.”

He smiles into the kiss, increasing the speed of his strokes. “Who says you can’t?”

I moan, nipping on his bottom lip, pulling on it with my teeth and then attacking his mouth because I want that. I want him. I may be addicted.

It only takes a few more strokes before I’m coming all over his hand, my balls emptying as he milks me, both of a us a panting mess. When he releases me, his forehead rests against mine.

“Fuck. That was intense.”

My shoulders move with quiet laughter. “Yeah.”

I pull back enough to look into his soulful eyes. “Do you still want to swim?”

He grants me the most sinfully beautiful smile before playfully punching my arm with his clean hand. “Of course, I do. But we should probably wash off the cum first.”

I laugh and agree, watching his tight ass flex as I ogle him from behind, following him into my bathroom. I’d offer a shower, but I’m not sure I want to push him any further.

Instead, we quickly wash off with washcloths and soap and water from the sink before pulling on our swim trunks. But he again shocks the hell out of me when he pulls me in for a tender kiss before looking into my eyes. “I want to be here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be.”

He’s telling me he’s not going to push me away in his own words. In his own way. Because that’s how Rhett is.

And goddamn it, I believe him.