But even Jevon had limits. Glass ceilings. And this one broke. Out of his mind, he reared up from the bed, wrapping his legs around Rhys’s waist, caging him. Rhys’s dick touched his, and they slid together with every frantic rock of Jevon’s hips, the friction too much and nowhere near enough.I need more.
Jevon broke the kiss. “Please.”
“Please what?” Rhys kissed him again, hard and searching. “What do you want?”
“Anything. Please.”
Somewhere in the back of Jevon’s mind, his desperation for Rhys was mortifying, but right now, he didn’t care. He’d used up his skill points when he’d sucked Rhys’s cock an hour ago. Life had moved on, and he neededmore.
Rhys loosened Jevon’s legs around him and moved down Jevon’s body, hooking his arms under Jevon’s knees. Jevon’s cock protruded between them, rigid and weeping. Rhys stuck his tongue out and licked the very tip—a feather-light swipe that curled Jevon’s toes—and in the dim light of the room, his gaze was contemplative.
Jevon caught his chin. “Stop thinking.”
“Stop thinking about what?”
“About actions and consequences.”
Rhys laughed softly. “I spent a long time not thinking about either and it didn’t get me anywhere.”
“This isn’t like that. I’m not like that. Do what you feel. I can take it.”
Take it. Want it. Andfuck, Jevon wanted it. He wanted it all.
Rhys held his gaze for a long moment, then he took Jevon’s cock in his mouth, his hands on Jevon’s thighs, pushing his legs further apart, as Jevon arched naturally from the mattress, showing his body to Rhys in a way that no one had ever seen it.
Saliva dribbled from Rhys’s mouth, trickling lower and lower until it coated Jevon’s hole. “God,” Jevon ground out. “Touch me, man.”
Rhys hummed and his fingers drifted back to where they’d made Jevon jump before. Grazing again. Pressing. Dipping slowly inside Jevon.
The sensation was insane and Jevon’s body instantly rebelled, rejecting Rhys’s probing finger, but it was a war that couldn’t be won. Rhys persisted and fresh nerve endings claimed his touch. Heat sluiced through Jevon with a violent shudder, and Rhys’s entire finger slid inside him.
Rhys pulled his mouth from Jevon’s cock and kissed his inner thigh. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah.”
“How about if I do this?” Rhys swept his finger from side to side, curling it slightly.
Jevon bit his lip, his eyes screwed shut, and more fluid spilled from his dick. “Yeah. I like it.”
“Good boy,” Rhys whispered with just enough humour to lighten the blanket-thick air in the room. “Hold tight to your knees, man, ’cause I’m gonna make you scream.”
His finger slipped from inside Jevon, and he crawled up the bed, sinking his teeth into Jevon’s chest. Jevon jerked wildly and didn’t notice at first that Rhys was rummaging for something under the mattress.
Then Rhys tossed a half-empty bottle of lube on the bed. The sound of it hitting the duvet seemed to echo in Jevon’s head, the dull thud like a sonic boom. He stared at it, body tingling from the taster Rhys had given him already, and imagined Rhys coating his cock with it and sliding his thick length inside him. Anxiety seized his chest, but Rhys was right there.
He leaned over Jevon and kissed him deeply before pulling back and fixing Jevon with his hypnotic gaze. “Your turn to stop thinking. Nothing’s gonna happen that you can’t handle.”
I don’t know what I can handle.Jevon wanted Rhys—his body was crying out for anything he could give—but his heart trembled. And perhaps Rhys felt it.
He pressed his forehead to Jevon’s. “Trust me. Please?”
“I trust you.”
No more words. Rhys moved down the bed, taking the lube with him. He swallowed Jevon’s dick whole, gagging on it, choking, as he distracted Jevon from his wandering fingers. But then he moved his mouth lower, and his tongue swept across Jevon’s hole, and Jevon returned to that place where just one more notch of heat would trigger an inferno.