Page 81 of Hard to Hold
The mere thought of burying my dick inside Rhys’s hot fucking body had precum pooling on the tip.
Reaching over his hips, I took his rigid erection in my hand, slowly stroking, enjoying the sleepy moans coming from him. “Thinkin’ about me, are ya?”
“Wolfe…” Rhys’s hips rocked forward and back, his shoulders pressing against my chest. “Feels good.”
That was an understatement. Everything about this man felt damn near perfect. And this … waking up to Rhys in my bed… It was better than I had expected.
“Want me to blow you before or after I fuck you? Because as much as I wanna be inside you right now, I wanna taste you, want you to come down my throat.”
We groaned in unison.
“Holy fuck,” Rhys moaned, his hips pumping, ass grinding against my aching dick. “After.”
Releasing his cock, I flipped over and grabbed a condom. I rolled the latex on and lathered lube over myself before turning back to find Rhys on his stomach, his hips grinding against the mattress.
Goddamn, the man was fucking hot.
Moving over him, I kissed his naked back, running my tongue along the smooth skin and rigid muscle, dragging my lips up to his neck. I rubbed my stubble-lined jaw along Rhys’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth beneath me.
“No foreplay.” It wasn’t a question. I needed to be inside him right now.
“No foreplay,” Rhys echoed.
Within seconds, I had lodged myself balls deep, the heat of his ass enveloping me.
“Christ,” I breathed, holding myself completely still while my body tightened painfully hard.
Rhys moaned, his hands coming to rest on top of mine, our fingers twining together.
I rocked my hips. Rather than race to the finish line, I took my time, relishing the feel of Rhys’s ass as it strangled my dick. A steady tingle started at the base of my spine, but I willed it back, rocking forward, lodging myself as deep as I could go.
“Fuck, I could get used to this,” I whispered, holding myself still for a second before retreating, then pushing in again. Slow … deep… “You feel so damn good.”
The tingling warning of my impending orgasm intensified. I increased my pace, my cock tunneling in and out of his tight hole, hips punching against his ass, while I tightened my fingers around his, holding on to the man as I drove myself to completion.
I didn’t linger once I was spent. I had something else in mind, something I'd dreamed about last night. Wanting to take care of Rhys, I immediately pulled out, then flipped him onto his back before sucking the man’s steel-hard cock into my mouth. This time I didn’t take my time; I wanted him to come.
Rhys’s fingers twined in my hair like they’d done last night, but this time the man wasn’t gentle. He pulled my hair, rough groans echoing in the dark room as he fucked my mouth.
I cupped his balls as I sucked him, applying more suction every time while I fisted the base, stroking.
Rough.
Hard.
“Oh, fuck… Wolfe… It’s too much. Oh, God.”
Rhys’s body bowed as his release took him. I drank him down, cleaning him with my tongue before crawling up his body and kissing him for the first time that morning.
Yeah.
It was safe to say I could get used to waking up like this.
An hour later, I was pulling into the shop. Amy’s car was in the parking lot already, and I had to glance at the clock to make sure I wasn’t late.
I wasn’t.
Which meant she was early.
