Page 111 of Unforgivable

I thanked him, my throat tight with feelings I didn’t want to think about tonight, but I also felt settled that I was making the right choice. We headed back to the table with the drinks, shooting the shit and having a fucking blast for another hour or so. Rhys and I had a hand on each other at all times, and it made me way fucking happier than it should have. But it was those small, seemingly insignificant things that had the power to unman me. My love for this man was so strong, it could shake the very foundation of who I was. In a very real way, it had. He broke me down, destroyed every wall I had erected and built me back stronger. I was a better man for knowing him and it was a debt I would spend my life happily repaying.

“You okay, baby?” Rhys asked. I hadn’t noticed that I’d been staring at him for the last couple minutes, but I shook my head as though to clear it and pressed a kiss to his sinfully soft lips.

“Let’s go home,” I suggested, and Rhys graced me with a smile that made my chest twist painfully and had heat flooding my veins. We said goodbye to the crew and headed back to my place, hand in hand.

The smellof bacon and pancakes lured me from sleep the next morning, and I cracked my eyes open slowly. Immediately I sensed the emptiness of the mattress next to me, and I pouted that my Sweetness had snuck out of bed. Even if it was because he made breakfast, I was annoyed that I couldn’t wake up with him. However, all complaintsfizzled out as I staggered to the kitchen and was blessed with the sight of Rhys in nothing but boxers, setting my plate on the island with a sleepy, beautiful smile on his face.

“God, I could get used to this. Sexy boyfriend, home-cooked breakfast…if you made me coffee, I’ll be your willing boy toy forever,” I remarked in a sleep-rough voice.

“You say that like you have a choice in the matter,” Rhys sassed. “You’re my boy toy whether you agree or not. That was the tacit agreement between us when you fell for me.”

“Woah, I don’t remember making that deal. I might need to consult with my attorney about that one.”

“If you don’t like it, please forward all complaints to my HR department. Their hours are five to five-thirty in the morning on the 33rd of each month.”

I couldn’t help but grin at his weird sense of humor. Rhys’ wit fell on a spectrum of silly to biting, and I loved every tick mark in between. We ate in comfortable silence, both of us still exhausted from the night before. We’d been too tired once we got home for anything more than a short shower with mutual handjobs. Once we hit the pillows, it was lights out in seconds. But we had all day to get dirty again, and with what I planned to discuss with him, I’d need at least two orgasms to convince him and then two to celebrate.Possibly three…no sense in being stingy when we’re celebrating. Thank God for twenty-one year old refractory periods.

Just as I turned to pull him into my arms, the doorbell rang and I internally groaned.Universe, you cockblocking motherfucker, why? WHY? What is your beef with me?

Rhys ran over to answer it, but came back with a small brown box a few seconds later. His eyes were bright with mischief, but there was a pink tint that stained his cheeks, making me wonder what could have elicited that effect. “I didn’t think Amazon delivered to apartment doors. What’s in the box?What’s in the box??”

Rhys rolled his eyes at my excellentSevenreference, and grabbed the scissors to open it. “It was dropped off by your front office clerk, and it’s something I ordered…for us.” The pink darkened a bit on his face, and my interest was perked right the fuck up.

“Oh please, tell me it’s something dirty or that vibrates,” I teased salaciously. Rhys bit his plump lower lip, looking at me nervously. I tilted my head, wondering why he seemed hesitant to show me what he bought. “What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna show me?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just—I thought it was really cool when I bought it, but now I’m not so sure,” he mumbled. “I mean, at first I got it because I thought we really needed something fun to do together, especially after the last couple months you’ve had. It’s been a lot for you to deal with, and even me a little bit, so I wanted something that we could do together that would be sweet and sexy. And also I’ve heard that this activity is really good for creating intimacy and increasing bonding with couples, and I mean, it’s not like we really need that, but it couldn’t hurt! I just saw it and thought you’d like it, but I’m wondering if you’ll think it’s actually stupid, so?—”

My mouth claimed his in a searing kiss, silencing his cute rambling with my probing tongue. Rhys instantly melted into my arms, giving as good as he got. God, I’d never get tired of his sweet, addictive taste. I released him to pull in a breath, and his heavy lidded eyes and swollen lips made me almost drop to my knees right there. Rhys hated his tendency to ramble, but I hung on his every word. His mind could go down a hundred different paths and I’d follow him down each one.

“I love your little tangents, Evans,” I reassured him, giving him another fiery kiss before separating completely and stealing the box from him. He protested as I took out the contents and held it high above his head. He was my height, but I held him at arms length to keep him away. “Is this…why Sweetness, did you get usediblebody paint to use on each other?”

He snapped his mouth closed, going ramrod straight and stiff in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he nodded shyly.Oh, Universe. You and I are square on this one. Thank you for this gift I am blissfully about to receive…

Ideas raced through my mind at how I could use this, but I settled on one that was sure to be as filthy as it was delectable. I stalked back to Rhys, trailing a hand up his chest before gripping his chin in my hand, forcing him to meet my gaze.

“You have three minutes to be naked and spread out for me on the bed. If you’re not, you won’t get the reward I have in mind,” I whispered right above his lips. Rhys whimpered at the lewd command, trying to capture my mouth but I turned him toward my room and gave him a smack on his pert ass to hurry him. As he was getting ready in the bedroom, I opened the small tubs of paint, testing them a bit on my tongue to make sure they didn’t taste like shit. I was pleasantly surprised with their tanginess, and started stripping down.

When I made it into the bedroom, Rhys was a fucking vision to behold. He was all splayed limbs, blushing naked flesh, and panting breaths. His anticipation was like an aphrodisiac driving up my arousal. I couldn’t wait to see how he’d like what I had in mind.

“You are so goddamn gorgeous, Sweetness,” I rasped, taking him in thoroughly as he laid there. I could see the small twitches in his muscles telling me he was fighting not to cover himself, but after a deep breath, he relaxed and let me look my fill. I grinned down at him, so damn proud of how far he was coming with his confidence. To reward him, I knelt on the bed and licked a wet stripe along the underside of his rigid cock.

“Oh, sh—Cal!” Rhys gasped, hips bucking up involuntarily. He moaned and threw his head back as I swirled my tongue around the head, licking that sensitive underside that had him crying out lightly. I sucked off him with a pop, savoring his precum that had me thirsty for more. I moved off the bed, not saying a word as I went to my bedside drawer to pull out what I needed. His eyes widened when he saw the toy and ropes I pulled out with the lube.

“W-what’s that for?” he stuttered softly, lust and nerves coating his voice.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy. You’ll enjoy it, I promise. But first, I feel like painting,” I said mischievously. I reached for the thin silk ropes and tied Rhys’ wrists to the bars of my headboard. He always loved it when I tied him down during any CNC play, but this time I wanted his enthusiasm. I wanted him to beg for it. After he was secured, I dipped my fingers into the red jar and brought them to his chest.

I used the paint to draw a heart right over his left pec, licking up the little tail I had intentionally left. Rhys sucked in a small breath and I chuckled as I brought my paint-covered fingers to his mouth. “What flavor?” I asked as I shoved them past his lips gently. Rhys cleaned them off with a tiny moan, my cock jumping at the noise.

“Strawberry,” he answered, and I couldn’t resist stealing a kiss.

I went for the blue next, drawing some stars over his nipples that made him squirm beneath me. He started humping against my leg lightly, and I reached down to slap his dripping cock firmly, which only made him moan loudly and leak even more. Fuck, my Rhys was a kinky little thing and I wanted to worship his body all day long. I continued painting odd shapes over his lithe frame, licking and tasting as I went. With each swipe and swirl of my fingers and tongue on hisskin, Rhys panted and groaned, overstimulated from sensation. Soon his neck down to his thighs were covered in splashes of color.

“O-okay, I regret this. It’s n-not enough…I need you, p-please,” he begged, and I could hear the quiver of arousal in his voice.

“Hmm, I think this work of art needs something first,” I said thoughtfully, staring down at his colorful body. He released a frustrated little growl that had me chuckling smugly, knowing he was growing desperate. I reached over and grabbed the toy, coating it in lube. “Do you know what this is?”

Rhys’ pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the violet as he shook his head slowly, gaze riveted to the toy. I lubed up my fingers and started opening him up, a needy groan being drawn out with the first plunge of my finger. His tight pucker sucked in my fingers, giving away how greedy he was to be filled and fucked. Once he was stretched and ready, I brought the toy to his entrance and he froze.

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