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31. Rhys

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RHYS

T he light from the bonfire cast dancing shadows across the grass that captured my attention. The laughter and music from the surrounding party slipped into background noise as I zoned out, sipping my drink. I was never a party person and my social meter had reached its limit about twenty minutes in and we’d been here for three hours already. However, I was never going to complain because this was Cal’s night and he was enjoying the time with his friends.

After being blindsided by Jack’s presence and news at the game, I could tell Cal was in his head about it. To be fair, Jack was still a big sore spot and I didn’t think their talk would have gone so well if Cal hadn’t been so high on his victory. I knew from experience that he would do whatever he could to escape from the overwhelming emotions before processing them. Hence the party and the booze he immediately started pounding upon arrival. At least Griffin had generously set aside a guest room for just the two of us so we wouldn’t have to bunk with the rest of their drunken friends. Being a couple has its perks…you know, in addition to the sex, the devotion, the support, the love…the sex.

The whole time, Cal never strayed far from me, but he had a steady stream of people determined to steal his attention away. Everywhere we turned there was a new group calling him over to chat or take victory shots. It shouldn’t have irked me as much as it did, but it was hard to deny the simmer of jealousy in my gut. It was petty and clingy of me to want to monopolize his time when we were joined at the hip whenever school or Lacrosse wasn’t in the way. I recognized I had to be an adult and let other people have access to him from time to time.

But that was a job for sober Rhys, and unfortunately tipsy Rhys had come out to play after his third cup of punch, or whatever the heck I was drinking. I didn’t know for sure, but it was fruity and made my head delightfully fuzzy. I had lost track of Fin a little bit ago after he’d caught sight of Griffin flirting with these two leggy girls. He’d then made a rather colorful suggestion about Griffin putting the fire out with his face, and traipsed off to find his own distraction. I had my theory about what was going on with those two, but when I turned to Cal to tell him he wasn’t next to me. I huffed in annoyance, searching for him across the dimly lit backyard. The field behind Griffin’s house was large enough that there were big groups scattered everywhere just outside the light’s glow, so finding him could prove difficult.

I drained the rest of my cup and tossed it on the grass like everyone else, all manners gone as I hunted for my missing boyfriend. I wished Micah had taken me up on my invitation to come, but he was still depressed and withdrawn from the last six weeks. What happened with Bash hit him so hard that I worried about how long it would take him to recover. But I was hopeful the letter Bash had sent him a few days ago would convince Micah to find his way back to him.

I’d finally gotten around to telling him about Cal and introducing them, even though I’d have preferred it to be when Micah wasn’t dealing with his own heartbreak. To his credit, he accepted my apology easily and was sweet and welcoming with Cal despite his own troubles. It reminded me why I was lucky to have him as a best friend.

I was so lost in my half-drunken thoughts that I accidentally ran smack into a hard, tall somebody on the way back to the house. “Woah, you alright? Sorry about that!” A deep voice vibrated as hands gripped my shoulders to steady me.

“Yeah, sorry—my bad. I kind of…tripped,” I stammered, the hazy feeling in my head making it hard to form sentences.

“No worries. It happens to the best of us, hermoso” the guy said, flashing me a perfect white smile. Despite the dark, I could tell he was seriously attractive. His dark, thick eyebrows and lashes framed brown eyes that were swirled with hazel. His brown skin looked polished and flawless, and his nearly black hair was cropped short and spiky. I could just make out a faint dimple that popped from his flirty smile. His eyes raked down my form and I squirmed uncomfortably. Even with Cal in the picture, I still wasn’t used to anyone looking at me with attraction and it made me want to shrink into myself.

“You here alone or looking for someone? I can’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to leave you unattended,” he smirked, removing his hands and taking a step back.

I felt the blush creep up my neck. “Uhh, I’m here with?—”

“Rhys.” Cal’s voice rang behind me, sharp and annoyed. I pivoted to see him sauntering over from the other side of the bonfire, and as he got closer there was no missing the jealous glint in his eyes. He sidled up next to me, slipping his arm over my shoulder and turning to face the guy. “Hey Mateo. ?Qué más?”

The guy, Mateo apparently, aimed his smile at Cal, not put off in the slightest by the possessive growl in his tone. “Hawk, good to see you! I take it this is your boyfriend, eh? I heard you got snatched up. Bien hecho, parcero. He’s cute.” His shameless compliment had my face heating up even more, and I leaned heavier into Cal’s side.

“He’s that and more, my man,” Cal chuckled. “This is Rhys. And sorry to disappoint, but you’ll have to find your entertainment elsewhere tonight since this one’s spoken for.”

“Hey, you know me, hermano. That’s never been a problem before,” Mateo laughed and held out a hand that Cal clasped and did some convoluted handshake with. “I’m gonna get back to it, but it was nice to meet you, Rhys. You keep this one out of trouble, you hear?”

“Oh fuck off, dude,” Cal retorted, punching Mateo in the shoulder lightly. He winked at us and strutted over to a group of girls who immediately swarmed him with squeals and hugs. “Jesus, that fucker could get laid in a damn convent.”

I giggled tipsily, watching him work his charm with the girls and I guessed he’d have panties dropping in record time. “You seem to know him well,” I said, swinging my gaze back to Cal.

“Mateo and I go way back. We went to high school together. He’s an awesome guy, but flirty as fuck, which I guess you figured out for yourself, Sweetness.” I gulped at the returned glint in his eye that spoke of danger. They narrowed at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“I didn’t flirt with him, if that’s what you mean,” I argued. “I was looking for you because you disappeared.”

“I was getting you some water. I noticed you were getting a bit close to the line,” Cal explained, his brow perking in amusement as he raised a water bottle in front of my face. “ You’re the one who clearly didn’t pay attention when I told you that and wandered off to flirt.”

My brows crashed together and I yanked the water bottle out of his hand, feeling indignant. “I did not wander off and I definitely didn’t flirt,” I said petulantly, shrugging off his arm. I uncapped the water and took a giant swig, and I saw how Cal’s gaze tracked the movement down to my throat. The look in his eyes burned hotter than the fire behind him, and I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me.

“I don’t know,” Cal said slowly, tilting his head as though studying me. “It seemed like you were appreciating his attention a little too much. I think you need a reminder of who owns that hot little ass of yours.”

My throat grew dry and my dick pulsed to life at the images that sprang to mind. Cal’s jealous side was sexy as heck, and I wanted to stoke it and see him lose control. That dark, dirty need I had swept over me like a wave, making me want to sink into it until he corrupted me beyond redemption.

“If you didn’t want anyone else to have my ass, maybe you shouldn’t have left it,” I leered, and Cal’s face darkened momentarily before he caught on to my game. He knew my heart had no other home but with him, but we both craved the fight that had first brought us together. Cal was my safe place, but tonight I wanted to lure the Hawk from his nest.

A deep growl vibrated from his throat, and he took a menacing step closer. “You even think about letting someone else touch you, I will fuck you so hard that your hole won’t know how to take a dick that isn’t mine. I will cover you in my cum so every motherfucker will smell me on you and know that you are off limits.”

I could feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach, all my blood emptying into my groin until I was nearly dizzy from it. I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight, and only two words managed to slip out.

“Prove it.” I dropped the bottle and shot off to the right, away from the bonfire and toward the dark woods that surrounded the property. They weren’t thick, but I’d be out of sight if I just got deep enough into them. I strained to hear the crunch of footsteps behind me, but couldn’t hear anything past the blood pounding in my ears. I weaved through the trees, the dark blanketing me the farther I got from the party.

I stumbled to a halt when I got to a small clearing, my head whipping around at every small sound that snapped and creaked from the shadows. A sliver of fear broke through the haze of alcohol, mixing with the anticipation of Cal catching me and it hardened my cock. A low hum floated toward me, carried by the wind so I couldn’t pinpoint which direction it was coming from. The fear bled further into my consciousness.

“Oh Sweetness…did you think that would work? You know if I want you, I’ll have you one way or another,” Cal rumbled from the trees to my left, but I couldn’t see him.

“And here I was hoping Mateo had come and found me,” I jeered, but my voice was shaky with adrenaline. I took off again, but I made it only a few steps before Cal rammed into me, wrapping his arms around me and pinning mine to my sides. He wrestled me back against a tree, my efforts to break free impeded by the strength of his body. My back met rough bark and Cal’s shadowy face hovered right in front of me.

“I don’t want to hear you say any fucker’s name but mine,” he warned, grinding his hips into my painful erection. I bit back the moan that crawled up, not wanting to give into him yet.

“You jealous?” I bit out, bucking my hips up to throw him off, but his hand closed around my throat tight enough that I froze.

“Why would I be jealous when it’s my cum that’s about to drip from your ass and my name you’ll be screaming?” Cal asked in an icy tone that actually made me tremble. I knew I was completely safe with him, but his cruel side still had the power to make me nervous. And those nerves made my dick harder than a steel pipe that wouldn’t stop leaking.

“Bite me,” I gasped out, and his face broke out in a sinful smile. The hand not on my neck cupped me firmly, drawing a helpless whimper from me. It took everything in me not to rock into the sensation and beg for more.

“Careful what you wish for, Sweetness. I’ve already tasted your tears and cum. Maybe I should find out if your blood is the sweetest of all,” he whispered onto my lips, licking my bottom one slowly. A shiver ripped through me, his malicious words flooding me with lust.

“Jesus, Cal,” I moaned, my hips thrusting forward unconsciously, seeking friction. He ever so slowly brushed his lips over mine, as if giving me one last show of tenderness before he unleashed on me. In the next heartbeat, Cal flipped me around and shoved me against the tree. My breathing became erratic, need warring with fear and kicking up my frantic pulse. That old flicker of insecurity and disgust tried to rise up, but I smothered it in the memory of Cal’s reassurance that I wasn’t broken. Our pleasure wasn’t wrong. Nothing with us could be.

“I bet you’ve been aching for this. Does your slutty hole need to be filled and stretched out just right?” Cal taunted, his hands working me out of my jeans and underwear faster than I could process the movement. He moved my hips back roughly so my cock didn’t make contact with the bark, his fist pumping me slowly and driving me mad.

“Get your hands off me before I scream,” I rasped, pushing back against his solid body holding me in place. He batted at my cock, causing a flash of pain to ripple up my length as precum weeped from the tip. A groan of pain and pleasure escaped, and Cal hummed in satisfaction.

“Wait until I give you something to scream about. With any luck, you’ll attract some guests and they can all watch your greedy ass get fucked just how you like it.” I heard his belt buckle clink as he loosened it and felt as he worked his own pants and boxers down. There was a soft tear of plastic, and then cold, wet fingers were pressing urgently at my pucker. I almost thrust back on them in desperate need, but I knew how much he loved the struggle.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, my curse eliciting a sexy groan from him.

“Fuck, I love that I’m the one who dirties that mouth of yours. And I’m going to dirty your body to match.” His finger plunged into me without warning, and I yelped from the intrusion. It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I thrust back on it, pushing him deeper until he added a second one and scissored me open. My pleading moans and his harsh pants cut through the silence around us, the air thick and heavy. Our fabricated fight was dying out, our genuine lust and need for each other taking over.

“I’m ready. I need you inside me. Now,” I panted, clawing at the tree with impatience.

“Does my sweet boy want my cock?” Cal taunted, and the squelching noise of lube coating his length reached me. “Convince me you want it. Beg like the needy slut you are and show me how badly you want me.”

His words licked at my skin like flames and I worried I’d combust before he filled me like I craved. “Please give it to me…give me every inch of your cock,” I pleaded, the filthy words sounding foreign on my tongue, but heating my blood further.

“Hmm, you can do better than that. Come on, make me want to stuff your hole with this big cock, Sweetness.” His slick cockhead prodded at my stretched entrance. I leaned back to try to impale myself on his shaft, but his hand landed a harsh smack on my cheek and I choked on my moan.

“Oh fff—baby, please. I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me hard and fast,” I begged, the feel of his tip sliding between my cheeks making me feral. Cal leaned forward to cover me, his hot breath feathering across my heated skin.

“Getting warmer. Tell me what you really want,” he whispered salaciously, and my eyes fluttered shut. It was illogical what I wanted, but it fell from my lips all the same.

“Wreck me, Cal…break me.” My eager plea was met with a hungry growl as he rammed into me with one brutal thrust. A cry tore from me, piercing the air as his loud groan rippled through my back.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good,” Cal grunted, his forehead leaning on my shoulder as he let me adjust to his solid thickness. The burning spread through my lower half from where he was stretching me impossibly wide, but I longed for it like nothing else. I started to rock my hips in an effort to get him to move, but his fingers dug into my waist hard. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m in charge of your pleasure and the only way you’ll come is if I allow it.”

I whined from his delicious threat, my head thudding against the tree as I waited for him to give me what we both needed. He pulled out so slowly I almost screamed in frustration, but then he drove back into me and my body lit up in bliss.

“Oh yes! Just like that,” I cried. Cal began pounding into me viciously, his cock stroking every ridge inside me. The illicit thrill of doing this out in the open, fifty yards from a hundred people held me on the precipice of erotic fear. His hand found my throat again, pulling me back into his chest as he continued his sensual assault.

“Ungh fuck…you like that, sweet boy? This what you wanted? Yeah, take it…fuck, you’re so tight.” Obscene words poured from his mout h and I loved every one of them. I was addicted to his filth and it sparked an inferno in my groin. He drove in faster, the sound of flesh slapping was sharp and loud in the warm air.

“More, give me more…harder. Cal, yes!” I shouted, far beyond caring if anyone could hear us. A sick part of me wanted them to hear it, wanted them to know who made my body sing. Abruptly, Cal pulled out and I cried out from the emptiness. He pulled me down and I twisted to see him lie down on his back.

“Come here,” Cal commanded, legs bent and feet braced on the dirt. “Crawl over me, face front.” I scrambled to do as he said, swinging my leg over him and bracing my hands on his raised knees as I sank onto his rigid shaft. He let out a guttural groan and I threw my head back, letting the feel of him seep into every pore on my skin.

“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick and make yourself come,” Cal commanded gruffly, and the endearment was enough to set me off. I lifted myself up and slammed back down on his length, a shout tearing from my throat. I started bouncing on his cock, his strong hands banded around my waist to help maneuver me just right. In this position, my prostate was being jabbed with each pass and it was pure euphoria. We were a chorus of moans, curses, and cries that intensified the closer we got to that blissful end.

“Yes yes yes, oh my god…I’m close, so close baby,” I sobbed, sweat drenching me as the fire inside shot down my spine. My orgasm was tantalizingly close, I only needed something to push me over.

“Fuck, me too. Holy shit…get there first. Come for me and milk my cock with this ass. Fuck the cum out of me,” Cal mindlessly grunted, thrusting up into me like his personal cocksleeve. I was a breath away from falling over that glorious edge. I wrapped my hand around my swollen cock, pumping it furiously in time with his thrusts.

“Oh god, I’m coming, I’m co—” My release slammed into me, stealing my breath as ropes of white shot from my tip, coating the ground. Cal’s movements stuttered and I felt hot, wet heat fill my hole.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Rhys! Shit!” Cal shouted, plunging into me hard two more times as my hole clenched and drained him of every drop. Cum pulsed from his throbbing length, flooding me so much that I felt it spill from me. Our sounds died down to harsh pants, breaths sawing in and out of us as we came back down from our mutual highs. I collapsed forward, leaning on his knees that were shaking under my arms .

Cal helped me lift myself off him, falling next to him on the cold ground, but I could barely feel it. I was on a cloud floating somewhere overhead, the pleasure he brought me making me weightless. Slowly, I came back to myself. I was cradled in the crook of his arm, head resting on his chest while peace settled over us.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked in a silky soft voice. His fingers sifted through my damp hair, and I purred from the gentle act.

“Never better,” I slurred, feeling more drunk now than I had earlier. Is this what they mean by cum-drunk? Does it still count if you don’t actually drink the cum? Nevermind, too tired to think of that…

“We’ve gotta get up, Rhys. We can’t stay out here,” Cal said, sitting up and yanking my tired body with him. My head lolled onto his shoulder, and I blinked up at him dazedly.

“M’tired. Can’t move,” I mumbled, nuzzling into his neck. Cal’s soundless chuckle vibrated against my lips.

“So you’d be okay with me carrying your thoroughly fucked ass through the party and upstairs to the room?” My eyes popped wide at the embarrassing image, and I stumbled quickly to my feet.

“Nope, I’m up! I’m on my feet. I’ll walk. No carrying required,” I stated, much more alert than before. Cal just laughed and climbed to his feet, pulling up his boxers and jeans after he wiped himself off with the inside of his shirt. He tried to help me right my own clothes, but I scrunched my nose at the sensation of cool cum sliding down my thigh. Cal pulled out a napkin from his back pocket, smirking.

“Swiped it earlier. Thought we might need it,” he declared, cleaning my thighs and crack as best he could. Before he pulled my underwear into place, he sank to one knee and sucked my softened length into his warm mouth. I jolted at the feel, moaning softly as he swirled his tongue around to clean me of any remaining cum. He pulled off with a soft pop, grinning up at me as he finished doing up my jeans.

“Mmm, my favorite flavor,” he crooned. He grabbed my face and hauled me in for a deep, soulful kiss, one I felt down to my very core. I tasted the light remnants of me on his tongue, and it made my head swim. He inhaled my moan and answered with one of his own, lips sliding together in perfect rhythm. Too soon, he released me with a satisfied sigh and the look on his face made my chest pinch.

“I love you, Sweetness,” he whispered, his thumbs sweeping across my cheekbones. The man gazing at me with unchecked affection was such a far cry from the one who tormented me months ago. When Cal’s mask fell away, what was left was someone who yearned for touch and comfort and unconditional love. Maybe this is the man the rest of the world would have seen if not for the trauma and loss he faced, but a selfish part of me was glad I was the only one who saw him this way. I loved that Cal’s soft, loving side was reserved for me and me alone. I was the one with the power to unmask him and I didn’t take that for granted.

I knew who he truly was now. There were no more masks between us, no more walls. We saw each other for who we really were: two halves of one beautifully broken whole.

“I love you more,” I countered, recapturing his mouth as I clung to him. We made our way back to the open field and slunk around the outer edges to avoid Cal getting pulled into another conversation. We quickly snuck upstairs into the guest room Griffin had set aside for us. After a brief rinse off in the shower, we climbed into bed and Cal immediately curved around me from behind.

With his hot breath on the back of my neck and his warm body spooning me perfectly, I sank into a contented sleep. My last thought was of a future spent just like this, safe in his embrace.

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