Rhys gazed down at him, still slowly thrusting his hips. “Sure?”
“Yes. Stop asking me that.”
“Fair enough.” Rhys walked up Jevon’s torso on his knees and brought his dick to Jevon’s mouth, smearing his lips with the sticky head. “Smack me if you want to stop though, okay?”
Jevon had no intention of stopping or of ever letting Rhys and his glorious body out of his sight. But Rhys’s dark eyes were serious, so Jevon nodded. “I’ll let you know.”
“Good boy.”
Though wry, the term of endearment was so sweetly erotic Jevon almost wept. Almost, because the emotion fast became a distant memory as Rhys’s cock slid into his mouth.
Jevon flattened his tongue and took it all in. Sensation overwhelmed him—choked him—and swallowing around Rhys seemed surreal, like it was happening to someone else and he was watching from a balcony.Am I really doing this?Even as he scraped his teeth over Rhys’s length, he wasn’t entirely convinced until Rhys’s gravelly moan invaded his introspection.
“Man, I don’t believe you haven’t sucked dick before.”
Jevon gazed up at him, transfixed by his hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. A retort danced through his mind, but his mouth was crammed full of Rhys’s cock, and he had no intention of giving that up.
He sat up slightly to give his neck more scope. Rhys groaned again and gripped the back of the sofa bed. “Yeah. That’s right. Suck it. Show me how you want me to suckyourdick.”
The prospect of Rhys returning the favour made Jevon’s cock throb. It jerked, and Jevon gasped, sucking harder and working Rhys with one hand while the other flew to his own dick.
Rhys threw his head back and thrust into Jevon’s mouth, gently at first, but then with more force as Jevon opened his throat. “Fuck yeah. Jesus. You’re good at this.”
Jevon hummed on instinct and squeezed his hand around the base of Rhys’s shaft. Moisture dripped down from his mouth, slicking Rhys’s cock, and he imagined Rhys pulling out, shoving him down the bed, and easing inside him. Or pushing Rhys onto his back, nudging his legs apart, and—
Fuck. Where on earth was his head at now? He’d never pictured himself topping, but the reality of being with Rhys had blasted open a door he’d only had the nerve to peep around until tonight. For the first time since Jevon’s attraction to men had made itself known, anything—everything—seemed possible.
I want him.
Jevon’s composure began to slip as years of unresolved desires broke free, spilling out of him in every gasp and shudder—every groan and violent jerk of his hips as he fucked his own hand.
Rhys’s moans grew louder, too, and more frequent, his muttered curses less intelligible. He tightened his grip on the back of the sofa bed and drove his cock mercilessly down Jevon’s throat. “God, yeah. Like that. Don’t stop.”
As if Jevon could. As if he wanted to. He screwed his eyes shut and lost himself to the crazy duel sensations of Rhys swelling in his mouth and his own dick pulsing in his hand. Rhys was getting harder by the second, his thrusts erratic, and Jevon was barely holding on.
And then he wasn’t holding on at all.
He lost his grip. Orgasm sluiced through him, and his body arched up from the bed. He came with a muffled scream, choking on Rhys’s cock, swallowing convulsively as hot come splattered his belly.
Rhys shouted and fucked Jevon’s mouth impossibly harder. “Shit, I’m gonna come, mate.” He tried to pull back, but Jevon clamped down and gripped Rhys’s hips, holding him prisoner in his mouth as Rhys exploded down his throat. “Fuck!”
It seemed to go on and on. Jevon’s chest heaved, and his stomach caved in and out, but he couldn’t bear to let Rhys slip from his mouth. He sucked and licked Rhys’s softening dick until Rhys finally pulled out with a shaky groan.
Rhys collapsed sideways, landing in a heap beside Jevon, panting wildly. He muttered something that Jevon didn’t quite catch and slung an arm over Jevon’s chest.
Jevon’s mind was in bits. His body was on fire, and the confirmation he’d been chasing all this time slotted into place so absolutely that he couldn’t breathe.I’m gay.
Shit.
Not bisexual—like Rhys—and like he’d assumed himself to be for so long, butgay.His encounters with women had been wonderful, but as his heart thudded in his ears, he knew there would be no more.
I’m so fucking gay.
The relief was so intense he almost laughed until he realised Rhys was staring at him. “What?”
“You look like you’re freaking out,” Rhys said. “If it’s because I shot in your mouth, don’t worry. I got tested at work a month ago.”
Jevon shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking about that, and I’m not freaking out. But I’m clear too, in case you were worried. I got tested when my girlfriend cheated on me, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”