27. Rhys

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Rhys

“When do you think the power is going to come back on?”

I chuckle against Everest’s lips, my hands wandering down his bare chest until they grip his thigh so I can hook his leg over my hip. “Why? You bored?”

It’s hasn’t even been a full day without power, and I can tell Everest is already going stir crazy. After the intense moment we shared where he owned up to the past and made amends, we both took a long nap. We’ve been awake for a bit, just holding each other as we listen to the pounding of the rain against the windows, but I haven’t been able to keep my hands off him for long.

“Not bored,” he sighs, tipping his head back when I press soft kisses on his neck.

“Maybe I need to find a way to entertain you,” I tease, settling my hand over his clothed cock.

He groans when I start massaging him, wriggling under my touch. “H-How?”

“Tell me your favorite thing to do in the bedroom,” I say as I lick at the seam of his lips. “What do you love that I can give you?”

He blushes, nibbling on his bottom lip as he nervously runs his hands over my shoulders. “Um…”

Rolling on top of him, I grind down until he lets out a soft whine. “What is it?”

“You might not like it,” he admits through a gulp. “Which is totally fine, but I don’t want you to do it just because?—”

I bite down on his neck until he whimpers. “Tell me. You might not know this, but I like you dirty, and I know how filthy you can be.”

“I love getting eaten out,” he confesses in a rush, cheeks positively flaming red.

It’s suddenly hard to swallow as a spike of lust shoots through me. “Yeah? You want to ride my face, baby?”

“Would you…” He hesitates, squeezing my shoulders. “Would you let me?”

I consider it. My first time with a man has only been with him, but I’m not a stranger to eating someone out. A part of it seems supremely intimate. The idea that I’ll be touching and sucking and kissing his most sensitive spot makes a possessive thrill overtake me. To think of bringing him pleasure like that causes a dribble of precum to leak from my aching cock.

“On your stomach,” I instruct, smirking at the speed with which he flips over. I tease the band of his underwear, lifting and snapping it against his lower back.

“Rhys…” His voice trembles softly.

“Shh,” I coo as I start to expose his luscious ass. “Just close your eyes and relax. Let me make you feel good.”

He nods, looking over his shoulder only once before resting his head on the pillow.

“Christ, this ass,” I groan as I palm his taut cheeks. Spreading them, I gaze at his tight ring that’s just crying out for some attention. “What a pretty little hole.”

“Rhys?”

“Yeah, baby?” I lean down, biting gently on one ass cheek before moving to the other. “ Fuck , so beautiful.”

“How… How can you say that?”

“Say what?” I mumble distractedly, running my nose up and down his crease.

“You’ve never been with men before. How are you so okay with this?”

My eyebrows pinch. I don’t particularly want to get into this now when I’d rather be feasting on his ass like an all-you-can-eat buffet. But when he looks at me again with concern on his face, I give in.

I crawl up his body and drape myself over his back, running my hands up and down his bare sides as I brush my lips against his ear. “Are you asking why I’m attracted to you?”

Some could say that my magnetism toward Everest spawned from hate. That the blistering emotions I felt for him would either end in me killing him or fucking him, so I chose the one that wouldn’t result in me behind bars. Again . That’s what I would have said days ago, but we’ve moved on. Because of that, things are different.

Now I can see clearly without the fog of hostility, and I know that it was always more than that. Physically, I found him attractive. Shiny blond hair, big green eyes, a face that’s worthy of being plastered on magazines. And even after years, the affection I held that always lingered around him was present. I’ve always wanted to take care of him, make him happy, and on a subconscious level, I wanted that to still be true.

I take in his face—worry, fear, nerves—and realize what he’s truly afraid to ask.

“You’re not an experiment,” I promise, peppering kisses on his cheek. “If I had to choose to figure this part of myself out with someone, I’d pick you again.”

He smiles sweetly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I assure him, running a finger against his lips. When he pops it into his mouth and sucks, I rut against his ass. “Damn it, Ev. Who could resist this?”

I slip my finger from his mouth with one destination in mind. Teasing his hole, I apply only the slightest bit of pressure that makes his mouth pop open with a breathy sigh. “Fuck me.”

I shake my head with a little chuckle, moving down his body, and making sure to kiss every inch of bare skin I can find. The freckles on his shoulders, the divot of his spine, the outline of his hips. “I told you. I’ve got this. Let me take care of you.”

When I reach my prize, I pull his ass cheeks apart and replace my finger with my tongue. I take one long lick, wet and sloppy, and I revel in the way he lifts his hips and shoves his ass in my face. Giving him a few teasing kisses, I nibble on the skin around his entrance, wrapping my lips around him and sucking. Everything about his taste is incredible and moan-worthy, enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head and a choked groan to escape my chest.

“Rhys, yes, fuck ,” he cries, reaching a hand back to pet my hair. “Oh, you’re so good at that.”

I pull back and admire the slippery wetness and the way he’s loosened up for me. So pink and pretty. At the sight, I want to do something else. I like Everest sweet and docile—begging for me—but I also crave seeing how filthy he can be. I think back to when I saw him fucking himself with his dildo. The frantic way he was trying to come, the dirty words he shouted to himself, how he took exactly what he wanted. That’s what I want.

I flip over until I’m on my back and haul him toward me by his hips. He startles, floundering for a second and catching himself with his hands. I ignore his pleading cock in favor of tipping his body at just the right angle. “I want you to ride my face.”

“W-What?” he stutters, bracing his hands on my chest, raising his hips to keep my prize away from me.

“You heard me,” I growl, slapping his ass. “I want you to sit that tight ass down on my tongue and ride it until you come.”

His hands start to tremble, and I can sense that he’s nervous again. It’s such a stark contrast to the first time we fucked. He seemed so confident, so sure of himself sexually, and I wonder what the difference is now. Maybe it’s the same thing I’m feeling. The understanding that now that the past is behind us, this is more . More than just a hateful, lust-fueled encounter. More than just a dirty fuck. More than what we both ever thought it could be. The duality of him is intriguing and makes my heart soften. He can be so strong and so passionate while hiding that vulnerable sliver of himself to stay safe.

I try to soothe him by craning my neck as high as I can and kissing whatever part of him I can reach while I stroke his large thighs. “I’ve got you, Ev.”

Because I do. Hatred might have won through in the beginning, but not anymore. I’m realizing—with him unsteady and yielding above me—that I want to be there for him. I want to keep him safe, keep him happy, and keep seeing where this goes.

He lets out a deep breath before looking at me with heated eyes. “Yeah, Rhys? You got me?”

Fuck yes . I smirk at the change in his tone, the way the layers of timidity are slowly fading, with blazing passion taking its place. The small shudders leaving him are now from anticipation, and I can tell I’m going to love every second of him letting loose for me.

“Of course, baby,” I tease, playing along as I help lower him toward my lips.

Shaking his ass in my face, his nails dig into my pecs. “And you can handle all of me?”

“Try me,” I dare him, nearly salivating at how close I am to tasting him again. “I won’t stop until you’re coming apart on my face.”

He braces himself, no longer hesitating as he seats his ass right on my tongue and goes for the ride of his life. There’s no hint of shame or embarrassment. He just takes what he wants, groaning deeply as he swivels his hips against my stiff tongue.

“You’re making me feel so good,” he moans. Reaching behind him to pull apart his cheeks, he gives me better access. “Fuck, yes, put it inside me.”

Even though my neck is straining, and it’s difficult to breathe, I do what he says. I stiffen my tongue farther, angling myself up, and slipping into his entrance. His reaction has my hard cock throbbing in my pants, the way he whines and shakes like the desperation to come is just too much for him. He’s panting, savagely rolling his hips, damn near bouncing on my face.

I pull back for a breath, fucking him with my finger. “God, baby. You like acting all slutty for me?”

“Yes,” he cries, arching his back when I find his sensitive spot. “Oh, fuck! Just… Rhys, please , just like that… I’m… A little bit longer?—”

His words are cut off when I quickly insert another finger, his cry loud and deafening as he sprays all over my chest. He slumps down for a second with heavy breaths, and before I know it, he’s crawling down my body and yanking my pants low enough to fish out my cock. The first hit of his mouth sucking me down has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Not gonna last,” I say through gritted teeth, thrusting up into his waiting mouth. “Suck down every drop, Ev. Take it.”

My thighs are tense and straining, my stomach clenched as I unload down his throat. He takes it all with greedy determination, slurping around my cock and licking the sides to try to catch all the cum. When he’s satisfied, he rolls off me, throwing his thick arm over his face with a dopey smile on his lips.

“That was…”

“Fucking awesome?” I finish for him, ignoring the sticky cum on my chest as I lie beside him. I don’t like the distance between us, so I reach with greedy hands to pull him closer and press a kiss to his forehead. “See what happens when you open up to me?”

“Mutual orgasms?” Wrapping his arms around my middle, he snuggles up to me.

Yes, but it’s more than that. He looks so relaxed and carefree, even stunning, and the way I’m experiencing my comedown is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We’ve fucked, but being given just a slice of something he was embarrassed to admit has brought us closer. It’s…more intimate, special, and it’s a feeling I could get used to.