26. Rhys

26

RHYS

O ur hands were frantic as we burst into Cal’s apartment, groping at every bit of skin we could. His lips were fused to mine, refusing to part for more than a second as we blindly stumbled toward the couch. I had never been this insatiable for anything in my life before. Sex with Connor had been good and all, but I had always thought this type of uncontrollable lust was just a figment of fiction. Something only seen in movies or smutty books. Being with Cal proved me wrong. Every day I wondered if our passion for each other would cool and sex would become merely an afterthought, but it only seemed to grow hotter each time.

Cal threw me forcefully on the couch, crashing down on top of me and pinning me with his hips. His mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh beneath my ear and I keened softly, clawing at the muscles in his back. I wanted to dig them in and scour him with deep red lines that would mark him as mine. I had never considered myself a jealous person until Cal came along. Now, I was feral in my need to prove he was mine and no one else’s. I yanked at his shirt, clumsily pulling it over his head to get access to his tan skin. I kissed down his neck, his collarbone, and his pecs before sinking my teeth into the muscle there.

“Fuck, Rhys,” Cal hissed, cradling my head to hold me in place. “What are you doing to me?” he grated, rough and low.

His fingers twisted in my hair as he tugged my head back, claiming my lips again fiercely. Suddenly, he yanked me to a sitting position and grasped me under my thighs. Standing, he hauled me up with him and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I never got sick of him manhandling me like he did. It was sexy as heck and I swooned every time. I licked and sucked at his throat while he carried me to his bedroom, feeling his answering groan against my lips.

He gently laid me down and slid his hands slowly up my chest, ridding me of my shirt as he went. Cal dipped down and ran the flat of his tongue against my nipple, shards of need shooting through me. He continued to tease and suckle it while his hands worked me out of my jeans. I let out a hoarse cry when he bit down on one of the puckered buds, blowing on it to soothe the ache before circling it with his tongue again. It was blissful torture.

My pants and boxers were tugged off and flung somewhere behind Cal. He raised up on his knees and stared down at me, the dark prince lording over his property. I fought the urge to cover myself from his penetrating gaze, old insecurities rising despite the countless times he’d seen me naked already. It wasn’t easy to drown out the voices that had buried themselves in my subconscious years ago, always ready to point out everything I was lacking. Ideas of what I had planned to ask him for pierced my thoughts, the voices scornfully reminding me how damaged I really was. They echoed and ricocheted in my head until they were all I could focus on.

“Hey, where did you go?” Cal asked softly, lowering himself onto his elbows over me. “I can hear your brain working overtime. What’s wrong?”

I squirmed uncomfortably, not wanting him to see how weak I still was. “Nothing. Why aren’t you getting undressed?” I deflected, but Cal narrowed his eyes at me.

“Don’t do that. Tell me what’s got you all in your head,” he pressed, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze to his. What I saw there unlocked something inside me that had the truth spilling free.

“I think I’m broken,” I whispered, but the words sounded like a bomb going off in the dark. Cal’s eyes flared wide, surprise and anger clouding his features.

“Why would you think that? There’s nothing broken about you, Rhys. You’re the strongest person I know,” he said adamantly. Bitter tears pushed to the surface, and I hated myself for ruining the moment.

“It’s stupid. I just…” I halted, unsure of how to explain. Cal pa tiently waited, spearing one of his hands into my hair and massaging my scalp gently. “It’s…do you remember the times you touched me in the classroom and the gym shower?”

“Yeah, what about them?” He replied, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, I never said no to you even though I—I should have,” I mumbled. “At first I thought it was the whole forbidden public thing that…made me want it, but…”

“But what? You know you can tell me anything.” His soothing tone calmed me, giving me confidence to continue.

“I th-think it was…I liked that you were pushing it on me, and…” I stopped, tears choking the rest of my confession as my throat tightened. But Cal understood me, saw everything I couldn’t put into words.

“You got off on the idea of being forced into it, even though you were able to say no. Is that what it is, sweetheart?” There was not a hint of judgment in his tone or his eyes, the ones tearing me open and seeing down to my core. I nodded slowly, the weight of what he said sitting on my chest like an anvil. The past prodded at my memory, filling me with disgust and shame for what I wanted from him. Cal dropped down and kissed me softly, my tears tainting the caress.

“You’re not broken, Sweetness. I knew the first time I touched you in that class that you had a dirty side you hadn’t yet embraced. It drove me crazy. It made me want to unravel every thread holding you together until you gave in and let me show you just how fucking sexy your desires are. There’s nothing wrong about them,” Cal promised me, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on my face. A couple more tears escaped and he chased them with his tongue, lapping them up.

“But…but I shouldn’t like that. You don’t know what I—being forced isn’t…supposed to be hot or—or make me…” I stuttered, trying to make sense of what I had struggled with for months.

“Make you come like a filthy little cockslut?” Cal murmured in my ear, husky and dripping with arousal. His crude question made me tremble beneath him, my cock twitching with need. “Answer me this, Rhys. Was what we did consensual?”

“Yes, but?—”

“Did you enjoy what I did to your body?”

“Obviously I did, but it?—”

“And would you judge one of your friends if it had happened to them? ”

“No, of course not, but that?—”

“Is all that matters,” Cal finished for me. “You are not the only person in the world who likes the idea of consensual force. It’s a common kink, and there’s nothing wrong with it if done right. That’s why I always reminded you that you could stop me. You liked what we did because it felt wrong and dangerous, but you had control the entire time.”

I let his explanation sink in, wrestling with it as my brain fought to accept it. “But I remember feeling scared and…it made me hard. That’s not normal,” I argued.

“Says who? You were only scared when there was that sliver of possibility that I wouldn’t stop what I was doing, but you knew deep down that I would. What did your gut tell you?” he reasoned.

“That I was safe with you,” I answered instantly. “I felt stupid for thinking that considering how we met, but I knew you’d stop touching me if I said no.”

“Exactly,” Cal smiled down at me, brushing his lips on mine. “You only think you’re broken because we live in a fucked up world that shames anything that strays beyond the vanilla line. There was always consent between us in one form or another, but your body knew it was goddamn hot to think of me overpowering you and forcing you to take the pleasure I gave.”

I whimpered, my cock hardening even more thinking about it. I had never been as turned on as I had those times with Cal where it felt so wrong to give in, but my body had begged for his depravity. Cal growled, wrapping his hand around my dick and pumping out a bead of precum. “Oh yeah, you love that, don’t you? Look at you. You’re dripping at the idea of me holding you down and making you take every inch of my cock even if you fight it.”

“Cal, I want…” I moaned, arching into the achingly slow rhythm of his hand. “I want you to…force me to come against my will.” The plea left me in a rush, breathless and desperate. Embarrassment stole the air from my lungs as I waited for his reaction. Cal’s hand froze and he looked down at me with a mixture of awe and unfiltered lust.

“Was that where all this came from? This was your idea for the night?” Cal asked. I nodded and his carnal smile melted the last of my fears. “Oh sweet boy, it’ll be my fucking pleasure. And I promise you I will fuck every thought of you being broken out of your head.”

He shot up, leaving me panting and shaking on the mattress. Cal quickly disrobed, his clothes falling away like the curtain opening on a sinful show. I soaked in every detail about him I could, the streetlamp outside providing just enough light in the dark room. His abs clenched with each heavy breath, his arm tensed subtly as he stroked his length. His piercing glinted in the soft light, nestled in that mushroom head that was shiny with precum. I stared transfixed as a drop was squeezed from his slit and caught on the barbell. Saliva filled my mouth and Cal smiled wickedly when my dick jerked from my shameless exploration.

He didn’t say a word as he slid into his closet and came out with two ties and my overnight bag. Dropping my bag, he came over to the bed and grabbed my wrist, kissing it briefly. The tender move made my heart stutter in my chest. “If you don’t like something I do, I want you to say ‘red’. You can cry and say no all you want, but I’ll only stop if you say red. Understand?”

I gulped audibly, nerves seeping in at the knowledge that I would need a safeword tonight, but it also heated my blood to the boiling point. “Y-yes. I understand.”

Cal gave me an approving smile and began tying my wrist to the bar of his headboard. He leaned over to tie the other one, checking to make sure they were secure, but not overly tight. He then dug around in my bag until he found the toy that I had bought for us to use. His grin was bright in the darkness with half his body drenched in shadow, making him look fierce and menacing. For some confounding reason, that made me even harder for him.

“Excellent choice, Sweetness,” he praised, twirling the vibrating plug in his hand and examining it. He kneeled on the bed, fingers teasing the head of my cock. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you’re completely drained for me. I’ll fuck you dry until there’s not a drop of cum left in your body, then I’ll fill you back up with my load. The only cum you’ll be full of tonight is mine.”

“Jesus, Cal…” I whined, desperate for his hands on me. The dark part of my brain wanted to revel in the twisted act, in the safety he offered. “No, I don’t want it…”

His eyes flashed with panic for a split second before recognition dawned, his grin growing wolfish. “You say that like I care, Sweetness. You’ll take it either way. Now spread your legs and let me in.” His hands clamped down on my calves, wrenching them to opposite sides of the bed and crawling between them. I was wide open and vulnerable, completely at his mercy. My cock throbbed incessantly from how obscene it felt to give him this much power over me. But that was wrong because he wasn’t the one with the power. I was. This wasn’t like before…with him .

I could stop Cal with a single word if I wanted. But I wouldn’t. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted everything he had to give me and more.

He trickled lube onto his fingers, coating the plug first and then circling my hole. I gasped as he shoved his finger inside, thrusting it in and out of me. He added more lube and another finger, stretching and scissoring me with practiced ease. I writhed and moaned under him, my hips moving and trying to force him deeper.

Thwack! I let out a startled scream, my dick stinging from where Cal had slapped it. My wide, shocked eyes met his, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

“You don’t get to fuck yourself on my fingers, sweet boy. I’m the only one allowed to make you feel good.” His smile was cruel, but even then I saw the adoration behind it. He slapped my cock again, a little less hard, but enough to still hurt. I yelped again, but it morphed into a moan when my length throbbed and pulsed out another thick strand of precum.

“Don’t touch me,” I growled, but it came out breathy and wanton. Cal laughed lightly, withdrawing his fingers from my hole and I felt hopelessly empty. I needed more. The plug pressed against my entrance, hard and cold, and I wished it was Cal’s thick cock instead. I was intrigued by the toy, but I was beyond desperate to have him inside me, filling me perfectly like only he could.

He shoved the toy past the first ring of muscle, drawing a pained grunt from me as I tried to relax around the intrusion. Cal thrust it in further, pushing it until it was settled against my prostate, the wide curved base holding it inside. I breathed through the fullness, my body twitching with the need for stimulation.

“Hmm, I wonder what this button does.” Cal wiggled the plug’s remote in the air before clicking the first button. The plug lit up, fluttering against that hidden spot inside me. I moaned long and low, the feeling absolutely delicious. My hips rolled unconsciously, trying to climb to that elusive peak that promised euphoria. Another slap landed on my dick, and a spurt of precum jetted from my tip like a mini orgasm. My moans grew louder and I had to remind myself not to beg Cal for more .

“Stop. Please, don’t…” I gasped out, but Cal kicked up the vibrations another notch. I yelled out again, throwing my head back and tugging at my restraints. It was overwhelming and yet not enough.

“Shut up. You know you want this, little slut. I can prove it,” Cal sneered. He dove down, licking up the puddle of precum pooling in my navel. I thrashed, trying to twist away from his hungry tongue, but I didn’t really want to escape. I was greedy for his filthy mouth, whether it was streaming salacious words or feasting on my cum. He climbed up and crashed his lips on mine, feeding me the evidence of my arousal. I should have been disgusted, but I was spiraling from how desperate I was for it. “Taste how badly you want this? You can’t stop me. I want your cum and I’m going to fucking get it.”

Cal slid back down my body and swallowed my length whole. I bucked off the bed, keening loudly as my orgasm shot down my spine. Cal pulled off just as the first rope of cum shot out of me, painting my chest and stomach. Cum was flowing out of me, my release being dragged out by the persistent quaking of the plug in my hole and all I could do was ride it out. When I’d come back down, I was overstimulated and shaking.

“Please, no more…can’t…” I could barely force the words out through my gasping breaths, but Cal didn’t listen anyway. He turned up the intensity one more click, and I wailed. I curled in on myself, fighting and failing to get away from the all-consuming sensation. “No no, I can’t…too much, please!”

“I told you I wanted to drain you, Sweetness,” Cal cooed sweetly, dragging two fingers through the mess of cum. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning eagerly as though he was dying for my taste. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Give me another one, sweet boy. Feed me more of your cum.”

I shook my head vigorously, but my groin tingled with another building release. Cal wrapped his hand around my half-hard cock as the buzzing in my rear intensified.

“Oh shit!” I cursed, my filter dissolving under the immense, painful pleasure. Cal shuttled his fist faster, leaning over me until I could feel his harsh breaths on my sweaty face.

“God, it’s hot when your mouth gets dirty for me,” Cal teased, his beautiful eyes raking over my face as I fell apart under him. “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you? Your balls are probably aching for another orgasm. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give it to you. ”

His words unhinged me, coaxing my climax closer to the surface. I was partially convinced he could make me explode just from his lewd mouth alone. “No!” I barked, my entire body shuddering as my balls drew up in anticipation. “Get o-off me! I d-don’t… oh god …”

“Fucking yes, come for me, Sweetness. Shoot that load all over and prove to me you’re mine,” Cal grated out, his fist curling expertly over my soaking tip as the plug pulsed just right over my prostate. My cock erupted like a fountain, my throat hoarse from my screams as I convulsed beneath Cal’s toned body. He groaned along with me, milking me with his hand. The pain blended into the pleasure and my vision narrowed, my world submerged in darkness as I floated out of reality. I felt my orgasm down in my toes, all my limbs tingling from the absolute decadence of it.

I slowly came back to earth, foggy and exhausted, but Cal’s cock pressing at my hole had awareness bleeding in. I hadn’t noticed that he’d pulled out the plug and untied my wrists. We groaned in unison as Cal pushed his way inside in one, powerful thrust. I threw my arms around him, anchoring him to me like I was scared he’d disappear.

“Christ, I’ll never get sick of how your greedy hole sucks me in,” Cal grunted, one hand flying to the headboard as though to steady himself. “Shit, I might not last long. You have no idea how fucking sexy you were coming for me like that.”

“Please move,” I begged, rocking my hips impatiently. “Need you to fuck me.” I couldn’t even pretend to not want it anymore. I was engulfed in flames, needing him to put me out of my misery.

Something in him snapped at my plea, and he plunged forward forcefully. I cried out, his iron length spearing into me again and again, my overused cock trying to rally for a third time.

“Goddamn, I can’t get enough…I’ll never get enough. You’re so fucking perfect, Rhys.” Cal’s words tumbled out of him, driving into me with hard, deep thrusts. I was lost to him, surrounded in his scent, his voice, his arms; I had nothing left to give that wasn’t already his. He owned every part of me and I didn’t want any of it back. I just wanted all of him in return.

“Yours,” I gasped, my legs linking behind him and urging him to go faster. “I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours,” he rasped, pulling back to look at me. His blue and green eyes seared me, bringing me to tears with the depth of emotion I saw. “For fucking always. ”

I surged up, capturing his velvet lips with my own. His tongue dove into my mouth, stealing all the breath left in my body as he continued to drill into me mercilessly. It was messy and brutal, all teeth and tongue as we fought to stay connected through the violence of our fucking. His hand crept up to my throat, pushing me back enough for us both to suck in needed air.

“I’m so fucking close…I need you to come again. Do it so I can drown your pretty pink hole in my cum,” Cal demanded.

“I c-can’t! Oh God, it’s too much! Cal, stop…” I pleaded, but I didn’t want him to stop. I might die if he kept going, but it was a price I’d gladly pay.

“Never. You’re mine and I. Want. Your. Cum,” he bit out, each word emphasized with a ruthless thrust of his dick. I shouted, my body bowing off the bed as my climax snaked down and spread through my lower half.

“Ohshitohshitohshitohshit, I’m coming! ” I screamed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Cal gasped, pounding into me twice more before stilling, his cock pouring his hot semen inside me. The power of my release shook through me with a strength capable of razing me to the ground. My length spit out one last stream of cum, jerking between us as my orgasm tried to force out what was no longer there. Electricity flowed through every vein and artery within me until I felt numb and detached from my body.

Cal collapsed on me, panting for breath as he came down from his own high. His weight was comforting, grounding me as my mind fought for equilibrium. After what felt like an eternity, Cal slithered down toward my legs, grasping them behind my knees and pushing them toward my chest. I was folded in half, wondering what he was doing to me when I felt the hot lash of his tongue at my used hole.

What the ever loving, crazy tonguing, holy heck is he doing??

I made a small sound of protest that died a quick death when Cal speared his tongue into my pucker, groaning as he indulged himself. I whimpered and let out helpless noises as he cleaned me of all the cum he unleashed in me. Cal’s greedy sounds and the squelching of his tongue in me was so vulgar and erotic that I felt the furious blush overtake my face. When I didn’t think I could take anymore, he crawled back over me and once again claimed my mouth. I tasted his cum and I couldn’t deny the sordid act had me falling to pieces. I sucked at his tongue, wanting to steal every drop of his release. I wanted him in me in every conceivable, impure way.

We parted when there was nothing left for our mouths to trade, our kisses becoming softer as exhaustion blanketed us both. Cal leaned over the bed and swiped his shirt off the floor, using it to clean our stomachs and chests of my drying cum. He tossed it away and worked the covers down for us to crawl under.

Cal wound his arms around me, drawing me to lay my head on his chest. His heartbeat was a lullaby that I wanted to hear every night. Being in his arms was the only home I needed. I tilted my head back to look at him, only to find him already staring down at me. A silent exchange passed between us, more powerful than any words that could have been spoken.

He gave me a soft, lingering kiss that swept away all thoughts of anything but him. I fell asleep quickly while tucked in his embrace, no longer feeling broken, but more whole than ever before.