23. Callum

23

CALLUM

K issing Rhys was a phenomenon I didn't know I'd ever experience. With one kiss, he wiped out all memories of anyone before him. They didn't exist to me. All I could feel, all I could think of was Rhys. He bled into me until everything was colored in shades of him. Never had I imagined that I would need another human as much as I needed him.

I tossed him on the bed and my mind raced with ideas of what I could do to him. Now that he was mine, I wanted to acquaint myself with every delicious inch of him, discover all the secrets that made Rhys fall apart. I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn't imagining this, that this wasn't just a fever dream induced by my reckless desire for him.

Rhys was breathing hard, chest heaving as he stared up at me with pure need, hazy and unfocused. His jeans did little to hide how badly he wanted this, a small wet spot already leaking through the denim. Fuck, I was so ready for him.

“Come here,” I commanded softly, my gaze riveted to his. Rhys sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, his teeth abusing that plump bottom lip. I reached up and tugged it free, soothing it with my thumb. His tongue darted out to lick the tip of it, and it sent a spike of lust to my groin. “Strip for me.”

He pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. His nipples pebbled under my heated stare and I ran my thumb over his right one gently. The tremble that slid down his body made me grin. I was eager to test just how sensitive he was in other parts of his slender frame. He stood to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, but he hesitated slightly, his nerves surfacing.

“It's okay, Rhys,” I reassured him calmly, trailing the back of my fingers down his satiny cheek. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the caress. “Be a good boy and let me see what's all mine.”

His eyes snapped open and I heard his breath catch in the silence of the room. I remembered how beautifully he'd responded the last time I called him that. I was going to make this good boy moan and curse and shout my name.

Rhys finally pulled both his jeans and underwear down, working them over his sharp hip bones and that sexy little ass. I had fantasized about worshiping that biteable peach of his before I tore it apart. His pretty cock sprung free, solid and shining with precum. My mouth watered and I was struck by the compelling urge to swallow him down.

I had never actually given anyone a blowjob before, always electing to get my partners off another way. Call me selfish, but it had never been a problem, at least not one I'd cared about. Thinking about getting Rhys off with my mouth, having his cum flood my tongue and sucking down every drop of him made my iron length throb painfully. Shit, I hadn't been this worked up with anyone before. I needed my hands and mouth on him before I lost all control.

I gripped the back of his neck and drew him to me, sealing my lips to his in a bruising kiss. He gave as good as he got, his tongue feverish and desperate against mine. He must have gotten impatient because his hands dove for my jean-covered dick, squeezing it firmly and ripping a groan from my throat. I released him, chuckling at how he leaned into me, chasing my lips for more.

“Be patient, Sweetness. Lay on the bed for me and stroke yourself, but do not come. That's all for me.” He whined softly at my gruff demand, but slid himself up to the headboard. He circled his swollen shaft, his hips punctuating each stroke as he groaned lightly. God, he was a fucking sight. I didn't think I'd ever been harder in my life than watching Rhys touch himself for me, and I hadn't even gotten inside him yet.

My clothes came off in record time, my patience whittled down to nothing. Rhys gasped at the sight of my glistening dick, wet with precum from the unbearable tension we'd built. I remembered how he'd teased my piercing in the haunted house, sliding his tongue around it hungrily. I gave my length a few hard pumps, playing with the smooth barbell as Rhys' eyes grew darker watching me. He swallowed harshly as he jerked himself a little harder. Fuck this foreplay. I wanted his cum.

“Stop.” I barked out, and his fist halted instantly. I saw the pained expression on his face and I realized he had been getting close. “Do you have condoms?”

His face fell and his jaw dropped. “Uh, n-no…I didn't bring any. I didn't think…” he stopped, but I knew what he was thinking. Neither of us thought this had been a possibility when we came here, both too scared to cross the point of no return. I was suddenly grateful for the precautions I'd taken a while ago because stopping now would have likely killed me.

“I got tested before Halloween,” I told him. “I wanted to be safe with…what I had planned for you. I haven't been with anyone but you since that day in the classroom.” He looked surprised, but took in the information I was sharing and I saw when he realized what I was tacitly asking.

“I trust you. I want you to take me bare,” he smiled, and my stomach flipped at his words. “What about lube though?”

“That's okay. We'll make our own,” I said confidently, smirking at the confusion on his face. I crawled up the bed, trailing kisses up his warm body as I went. He smelled incredible, sweet and tempting. I licked up his throat and nibbled at his ear, drawing out a low moan from him. “You're going to come for me, sweet boy. Then I'm going to fuck you with your hot load until you beg me to let you come again.”

Rhys whimpered beneath me, his nails clawing at my back. “Oh my god…”

I bit his neck and he cried out in shock. “That's not my name, Sweetness…ask me nicely.”

“Cal, please…” he whined, squirming under my heavier frame and I felt his cock drag along my abs.

“Please what?” I drew back to look into his eyes, not letting him hide his need from me.

“Please make me come.”

“And then what?” I teased, nipping at his bottom lip. I could see the desperation taking hold of him, but I wouldn't let up. Not until he gave me what I wanted.

“I want you to f-fuck me with it,” he whispered, and I snapped.

I dove down, fucking into his mouth with deft strokes of my tongue, our groans mingling in the dark. I pulled back just enough to spit into my palm and brought it up to Rhys' face. He recognized my silent request and his saliva dribbled into my waiting hand and I wasted no time wrapping us both in my wet grip. The squelch of our cocks being pumped together surrounded us, mixing with Rhys' whimpers and moans.

He thrust up into my fist, and the feel of his dripping head catching on my barbell had my balls aching for release. But I wouldn't come, not until I was deep inside him.

I tore my mouth from his, hovering just out of reach. “You have no idea how much I've thought about this. How many times I've fucked my hand to thoughts of burying myself in that perfect little hole of yours.”

My filthy words made him moan loudly, his head thrown back as he neared his release. “I've imagined tying you to my bed and pounding into you until you scream for me. I want to fill you up with my cum, clean all of it with my tongue and feed it to you, so you taste exactly what you fucking do to me,” I rasped, my own climax threatening as I shuttled my fist faster.

Rhys tightened all over, clawing at the mattress. “Oh God, Cal, I'm gonna come! I'm so close…”

“You don't fucking come until I say so,” I ground out, fighting so hard to keep from exploding. “Eyes on me.”

His bright, violet eyes locked with mine and I felt my world shift on its axis. “Come for me, Rhys. Fucking soak me.”

Rhys convulsed under me, letting out a sharp cry as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock spurted out jets of cum, spraying both our chests as he moaned loudly for me. He pulsed in my hand, sticky release continuing to spill from him, and I barely managed to hold back my own orgasm. I milked him for everything he had, wanting every rivulet that dripped from his slit. I had to put it to good use.

“Fucking perfect. Such a good boy,” I purred, kissing him deeply. I scooped up some of his cum with my fingers and brought it down to his entrance. He stiffened under me, and I pressed a soft kiss to his swollen mouth. “It's okay, I've got you. Let me in… ”

He let out a shaky breath and I felt his pucker relax under my touch. I slowly pushed one finger in up to the knuckle and Rhys groaned, bearing down to let me in further. I gently, but quickly opened him up, scissoring my fingers as he panted and writhed on the bed. I withdrew my fingers, a frustrated noise escaping him at the loss.

“I knew you'd have a greedy little ass,” I chuckled. “Do you need my cock? You think you're ready for it?”

“Yes, yes, I need it. I can take it,” Rhys pleaded, his legs latching around my waist. Shit, he was clearly aching for it, but so was I.

I gathered more of his cum from his chest, using it to coat my erection thoroughly, adding a little more to his stretched out rim. The filthy act made him whine prettily, and in the process made his spent dick fill again. I lined my cock up to his entrance, feeling that initial resistance before surging forward. Rhys cried out, pain and bliss etched on his flushed face.

“Oh sh—you're big! That's…it's so much,” he gasped, his ass like a fucking vice around my shaft. I could barely see past the pleasure thrumming in my veins, the heat of his body unlike anything I'd ever felt. But I didn't want to hurt him. Never again.

“Shh, hold onto me,” I coaxed, leading one arm up around my neck until he wrapped both around me tightly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I murmured softly. The endearment slipped out without thought, but his sharp intake of breath told me he liked it as much as I did. It felt right.

“I wish you were my first,” he breathed, his voice so soft I had almost missed it. My heart stuttered and a lump formed in my throat at his confession. How I had been able to earn this place in Rhys' heart was a goddamn mystery to me, but it was more than I deserved.

“I am. In every way that matters, I'm your first as you are mine. This is our first time and that's what's important. Trust me, no one else has gone where you have before, Rhys,” I replied, voice thick and raspy.

His glassy eyes held mine, piercing me to my core. “And where is that?”

“Please don't make me say it…” I murmured, emotions I'd never felt before threatening to pull me under. Rhys had the ability to cut me open and expose every layer of my fractured soul. Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest, laying it flat over my heart. The one he owned, completely and unconditionally .

He understood my answer, knowing exactly what I was trying to say without words. Tears spilled from his eyes and I kissed one away. I'd never been one for physical affection or sweet gestures before, but I wanted to treat Rhys like the treasure he was. It came easy with him, like everything else. He was my fucking miracle, reviving parts of me I'd lost long ago.

Rhys squirmed then, his hole clenching around my still-hard dick that was halfway inside him. I grunted, fighting to stay still and not surge into him like I was dying to.

“You ready?” I asked, and he nodded, moving his arm back around my neck and clinging to me. I kissed him once, twice, and then I thrust inside him again. I sank in another inch, Rhys and I moaning in unison. God, he felt incredible.

I continued to rock into him slowly, pushing forward in small increments until I was seated deep within him, my chest heaving with the effort to control myself. Being inside him was a revelation. I didn't know sex could be like this, taking over my whole being until I was consumed by it. This was something more than just fucking, but I wasn't ready to face what.

My hips started a slow roll, drawing in and out of him in a tantalizing rhythm. Our grunts and panting breaths spurred me on, and I pistoned into him relentlessly.

“Nngh, I feel your piercing, oh my god,” Rhys keened, and I angled my thrusts upward so it would drag against his prostate. He gasped and clamped down around me telling me I hit my target.

“Fuck me, you feel so damn good. I want to fuck this hole every single day, keep you wet and ready for me whenever I want,” I growled, filth streaming from my mouth as I pounded him hard. Rhys was a chorus of moans and loud pleas, his ass moving in time with my deep thrusts.

“Jesus, yes, C-cal! I want it…it's p-perfect,” Rhys stammered out, lost to his building climax. I could feel him getting closer, growing louder as I fucked him mercilessly.

“Do you want my cum, sweet boy? You want me to empty my balls in your needy ass and make you dirty for me?”

“Oh fuck…” Rhys gasped, and the curse falling from his lips turned me into a fucking machine. I pulled out of him and he yelped, tears lining his lashes from how close he was. Without a word, I flipped hi m over on his side, plastering myself to his back. I hitched his knee higher up on the mattress to keep him open for me.

I teased his gaping hole with my steely length, relishing in his pleading whimpers as he tried to push back and impale himself.

“Cal, please, I need to come,” he cried, clutching the comforter next to him in a white-knuckled grip.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Say the words and I'll give it to you.”

“I-I want…c-come inside me. I want your cum…”

I slammed into him from behind, groaning like an animal in heat. I plunged into him, over and over, nailing that hidden button and making him wail in pleasure. A litany of curses escaped me as I got closer, dragging us to that euphoric precipice where we could fall together. Rhys' helpless noises rang in my ears like a sinful symphony, making me damn near feral. I couldn't last much longer, but he came first. From now on, he'd always come first.

“God fucking damn it, I'm so close…I need you to come. One more, sweet boy. Give me one more and I'll fucking fill you up like we both need.”

Rhys' hand flew to his cock and all it took was two pumps before he burst, ropes of hot, sticky cum streaking across the bed. He screamed out his orgasm, loud and unhinged as I plowed into him until my cock throbbed violently, shooting deep in his spasming hole. A hoarse shout tore from my throat, my vision whiting out on the edges as I came harder than I'd ever had in my life. My release seemed to go on forever, flooding Rhys' insides as I continued to pump into him.

He was shaking in my arms, his ass milking me for everything I had. It was delicious torture, the pleasure blinding and just on the right side of pain. Tremors skated down my body as I held him close, my arms banded around his waist and chest. Eventually, my softened dick slid free, my cum leaking from his well-fucked hole, but neither of us had the energy to care.

As we came down from our mutual high, he nestled back into me further and contentment swept through me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been that happy…or sated. Fuck me, I'd never had an orgasm like that. It wiped out all thought and sense, narrowing my world down until there was only Rhys.

“I'm pretty sure you and your stupid piercing turned my brain to mush,” Rhys slurred, sounding cum-drunk and happy. I chuckled, running my hand up and down his thigh.

“I wondered if you'd be able to feel it. Glad to know you're a fan,” I replied, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. It was ridiculous how I couldn't stop touching or kissing him. I was insatiable for him.

“Big fan. Good job,” he mumbled, patting the arm I had around his chest in a complimentary gesture. “When did you get that anyway? And what's it called? Don't they have names? Is that an apa..drago..peevy something or other?”

A laugh rumbled through my chest. He was so goddamn cute, and I was endlessly entertained that even in his post-orgasmic haze he could find something to ramble on about.

“I think the term you're looking for is Apadravya, but no. Mine is a dydoe piercing.”

“Did it hurt?”

“I mean, it wasn't exactly a fun time, but I don't regret it,” I snorted.

Rhys hummed in acknowledgment. “What made you want to get one?” He sounded a bit more alert than before, his breathing evened out.

“Eh, it was about what you'd expect. A drunken, dumbass bet my freshman year.” He giggled sweetly and the sound washed over me, my smile widening. “Yeah, Griff and I had been running our mouths about some shit or other, and he bet me that I couldn't get my dick pierced. I told him if I went through with it that he'd have to eat a California Reaper pepper and that fucker agreed. It hurt like a bitch, but it was worth it to see Griffin cry and chug a half gallon of milk to kill the heat. Even funnier that it didn't really work.”

Rhys' laughter vibrated through me and I squeezed him to me tighter. “I think I'd crap my dang pants if I had a needle shoved through my penis,” he mused aloud. His word choice had me curious about something I'd wondered about for a while.

“Hey, can I ask you why you hardly curse?”

“I curse…sometimes. Pretty sure I dropped a couple F-bombs while you were boinking my brains out,” Rhys muttered shyly.

“Oh, I'm well aware,” I chortled. “But outside of the bedroom, I've only heard you do it a couple of times. I was just wondering if there was a reason for it.” He stiffened mildly in my embrace and I stroked his arm to relax him again .

“It's because of my mom,” he admitted quietly. “My dad had a pretty bad habit of cussing when they were dating, and my mom made him stop when I was born. She didn't want me raised around it, I guess. Of course he messed up a lot until one day she told him that for every curse he let slip, he owed her twenty bucks that she would put toward a shopping spree for herself.”

“Did it work?” I asked, thinking of how much I would have liked his parents.

“After a $240 shopping trip, he never cursed around me again. It then became a game with them to come up with creative curses, especially on car rides,” he shared, his voice sad but fond.

“Like calling me a son of a hobbled goat? Don't think I didn't catch that one,” I teased. He dug his elbow back into my side, drawing a grunt from me.

“Quiet, guttersnipe,” he retorted, chuckling softly. “I mean, I don't mind cursing or anything, but…in a silly way it makes me feel a little more connected to my mom and dad.”

My chest pinched at the note of pain I heard in his voice. I hated that he carried the same wounds I did, those orphan scars that never fully healed. It didn't matter that my father was actually alive. Growing up, that wasn't my reality and the loss hit me all the same. But as horrible as it sounded, I was also relieved to have someone who understood how I felt, whose hurt mirrored mine. It made me feel less alone.

And for that, I owed him as much happiness as I could give him now that he'd let me.

Something occurred to me that brought me up short. “Um, when is your Gran getting home? Shit, she didn't come home during us fucking, did she? Holy fuck, she's going to poison my coffee, isn't she?”

Rhys laughed at the panic in my voice. “Gran isn't coming home tonight. She told me she was staying the night at Joann's. She also told me something else when she saw Connor talking to us.”

I bristled, worried that she'd told Rhys to give him a chance or to invite him over this week. I was sure she probably loved him when he and Rhys were friends, so it made sense.

“What did she say?” I grumbled, hating that thinking about him was bringing down my elated mood.

Rhys wiggled free of my grasp, turning in my arms until we were nose to nose. With his skin rosy, his eyes sparkling, and a light sheen of sweat across his forehead, he looked beautifully debauched. Corrupted with my cum and marked as mine, just as he was meant to be.

“She reminded me that Connor was my past and I needed to think about what I wanted my future to look like. She told me that I should be with someone who would work hard to be worthy of me. Someone who was my match in every way, but would push me out of my comfort zone and make me stronger for it. That was never Connor.”

My breathing became shallow, heart thudding an unsteady beat. He smoothed back my hair and kissed me lightly.

“You are my match, Cal. Not him. You consume every part of me and I am a better person now for having met you.”

I captured his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I poured everything I was feeling for him into our kiss, hoping he'd sense everything I couldn't yet say. We came up for air and I cuddled him to my naked chest. There was nothing that could rival the feel of having him in my arms, knowing he was finally mine.

“Are we really gonna do this, Rhys?” I whispered, that last speck of fear flickering in my head.

He nuzzled his face right above my heart, hands clutching at my back. “Yeah, we are. I'm yours, Cal, always have been. I just needed to slow down and let you catch me.”

His words extinguished any fear remaining and I relaxed into the bed, holding him to me before we had to clean ourselves up.

“Oh, and Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for my Christmas present. It was perfect…and the boxset is pretty awesome too.”