11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Rhys

“ S tay like this for a moment, my sweet pup.” He murmured the words into my sweaty skin. Kissing down my spine, I felt him lean to the side.

I cursed loudly when he pulled out of me. It was all too sensitive, too full, and unfair that he left my body when he fit so well inside me.

Another curse was wrenched from my lips at the feel of the cool and slippery plug on my heated skin.

It was way smaller than his cock, but he nudged the blunt tip so gently inside that I nearly cried. I wasn’t used to being handled with this much care.

We both groaned as the bulbous bit entered me. Then the plug was in place, keeping his cum trapped inside and rubbing over my hypersensitive prostate with every infinitesimal movement I made.

How am I supposed to survive walking like this? Or meeting his family?

Fuck, he can’t have been serious.

“Let’s get cleaned up and dressed. It’s about an hour by car to my family’s place.”

An hour? In the car? I won’t survive that.

And yes, I’d always been a dramatic bitch.

I got up slowly, trying not to dislodge the plug too much. But I nearly doubled over with renewed aftershocks when I straightened upright.

“Can I take this out?” Swallowing hard, I inched my head at my ass.

“Oh no, pup.” He pulled me against his hairy chest to nuzzle my hair. “We’ll take it out together. Tonight. Although.” He contemplated me. “I might have to gag you when we do. You’re so loud when you come.” His teeth briefly closed over my earlobe. “I love hearing you, my sweet.”

“Daddy, please,” I whimpered, with zero strength left to feel ashamed of myself.

“Let’s get going, pup.” He slapped my ass encouragingly, pushing the plug so hard into my prostate, my cock twitched violently. When I looked down, I saw a drop of precum beading at the head. “It’s going to make me so hard to know you’re still wearing this.” His fingers brushed the silicone, moving it inside me. “I should put on jeans. There’s no way I can keep my cock down around you.”

He led me into the bathroom, turned on the water, and washed me.

Watching the huge Brownie sink to his knees, his brawny hands, heavy knuckles covered in ginger hair, gripping my thighs as he took my cock to the back of his throat was one of the best sights of my life.

It didn’t take long for me to spill myself down his throat, my ass once more clenching around his cum and the plug that trapped it inside me.

“Oh my fucking Gods, Liam.” I was a sobbing, weak-kneed and desperate mess.

He rose to his feet, fisted my hair and dragged my mouth to his. With his free hand, he jerked his rock-hard cock four or five times before he exploded all over me. The hot water pouring down on us instantly washed his cum away.

I sank into his embrace, powerful arms holding me up, as he peppered my wet face with kisses.

“Can you see it now? How much I want you?” Liam whispered hoarsely against my brow. “Please come with me, Rhys.” His thumb hitched under my chin, tilting my face up.

For a long moment, he simply stared at me, an almost pained expression on his face. “Hestia, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’d even look at someone like me.”

“What do you mean? You’re so gorgeous, and so good to me.” I rested my hand on his heart, momentarily forgetting what we’d done. And that there was no way I would go with him. “It’s me who should be grateful you’re even bothering with me. What do you see in me, anyway?”

Shit, I’d not meant to say that out loud.

Liam didn’t say a word. Instead, he cupped my face, smoothing his thumbs over my cheekbones. He pressed a kiss on my brow, then the tip of my nose, and finally on my lips.

“It’s not just your body, Rhys.” He stroked my skin again. “I see a wonderful, smart, funny man when I look at you. A soft heart that’s been hurt and craves being taken care of so it can heal. And a bit of a brat in need of a stern Daddy.”

His upper lip plumped even more when he smirked at me. Liam brushed my hair off my forehead, then rubbed his nose to mine. “Let’s get ready, pup. Leave that plug in. It looks so pretty on you.”

He turned off the water and stepped out to dry off. I watched him go, hanging on his magnificent ass and the muscular legs covered in coarse hair.

“If you behave yourself, I’ll let you play with it some time, pup,” he said without turning around, bending over to dry his shins.

Oh fuck me.

I clenched, and the plug bumped into my prostate, making my dick twitch again.

“Come on, we’re expected.”

Finally I moved, trying to hide how much it meant to me that he was here.