Page 79 of Unforgivable

“Be patient, Sweetness. Lay on the bed for me and stroke yourself, but do not come. That's all for me.” He whined softly at my gruff demand, but slid himself up to the headboard. He circled his swollen shaft, his hips punctuating each stroke as he groaned lightly. God, he was a fucking sight. I didn't think I'd ever been harder in my life than watching Rhys touch himself for me, and I hadn't even gotten inside him yet.

My clothes came off in record time, my patience whittled down to nothing. Rhys gasped at the sight of my glistening dick, wet withprecum from the unbearable tension we'd built. I remembered how he'd teased my piercing in the haunted house, sliding his tongue around it hungrily. I gave my length a few hard pumps, playing with the smooth barbell as Rhys' eyes grew darker watching me. He swallowed harshly as he jerked himself a little harder. Fuck this foreplay. I wanted his cum.

“Stop.” I barked out, and his fist halted instantly. I saw the pained expression on his face and I realized he had been getting close. “Do you have condoms?”

His face fell and his jaw dropped. “Uh, n-no…I didn't bring any. I didn't think…” he stopped, but I knew what he was thinking. Neither of us thought this had been a possibility when we came here, both too scared to cross the point of no return. I was suddenly grateful for the precautions I'd taken a while ago because stopping now would have likely killed me.

“I got tested before Halloween,” I told him. “I wanted to be safe with…what I had planned for you. I haven't been with anyone but you since that day in the classroom.” He looked surprised, but took in the information I was sharing and I saw when he realized what I was tacitly asking.

“I trust you. I want you to take me bare,” he smiled, and my stomach flipped at his words. “What about lube though?”

“That's okay. We'll make our own,” I said confidently, smirking at the confusion on his face. I crawled up the bed, trailing kisses up his warm body as I went. He smelled incredible, sweet and tempting. I licked up his throat and nibbled at his ear, drawing out a low moan from him. “You're going to come for me, sweet boy. Then I'm going to fuck you with your hot load until you beg me to let you come again.”

Rhys whimpered beneath me, his nails clawing at my back. “Oh my god…”

I bit his neck and he cried out in shock. “That's not my name, Sweetness…ask me nicely.”

“Cal, please…” he whined, squirming under my heavier frame and I felt his cock drag along my abs.

“Please what?” I drew back to look into his eyes, not letting him hide his need from me.

“Please make me come.”

“And then what?” I teased, nipping at his bottom lip. I could see thedesperation taking hold of him, but I wouldn't let up. Not until he gave me what I wanted.

“I want you to f-fuck me with it,” he whispered, and I snapped.

I dove down, fucking into his mouth with deft strokes of my tongue, our groans mingling in the dark. I pulled back just enough to spit into my palm and brought it up to Rhys' face. He recognized my silent request and his saliva dribbled into my waiting hand and I wasted no time wrapping us both in my wet grip. The squelch of our cocks being pumped together surrounded us, mixing with Rhys' whimpers and moans.

He thrust up into my fist, and the feel of his dripping head catching on my barbell had my balls aching for release. But I wouldn't come, not until I was deep inside him.

I tore my mouth from his, hovering just out of reach. “You have no idea how much I've thought about this. How many times I've fucked my hand to thoughts of burying myself in that perfect little hole of yours.”

My filthy words made him moan loudly, his head thrown back as he neared his release. “I've imagined tying you to my bed and pounding into you until you scream for me. I want to fill you up with my cum, clean all of it with my tongue and feed it to you, so you taste exactly what you fucking do to me,” I rasped, my own climax threatening as I shuttled my fist faster.

Rhys tightened all over, clawing at the mattress. “Oh God, Cal, I'm gonna come! I'm so close…”

“You don't fucking come until I say so,” I ground out, fighting so hard to keep from exploding. “Eyes on me.”

His bright, violet eyes locked with mine and I felt my world shift on its axis. “Come for me, Rhys. Fucking soak me.”

Rhys convulsed under me, letting out a sharp cry as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock spurted out jets of cum, spraying both our chests as he moaned loudly for me. He pulsed in my hand, sticky release continuing to spill from him, and I barely managed to hold back my own orgasm. I milked him for everything he had, wanting every rivulet that dripped from his slit. I had to put it to good use.

“Fucking perfect. Such a good boy,” I purred, kissing him deeply. I scooped up some of his cum with my fingers and brought it down to his entrance. He stiffened under me, and I pressed a soft kiss to his swollen mouth. “It's okay, I've got you. Let me in…”

He let out a shaky breath and I felt his pucker relax under my touch. I slowly pushed one finger in up to the knuckle and Rhys groaned, bearing down to let me in further. I gently, but quickly opened him up, scissoring my fingers as he panted and writhed on the bed. I withdrew my fingers, a frustrated noise escaping him at the loss.

“I knew you'd have a greedy little ass,” I chuckled. “Do you need my cock? You think you're ready for it?”

“Yes, yes, I need it. I can take it,” Rhys pleaded, his legs latching around my waist. Shit, he was clearly aching for it, but so was I.

I gathered more of his cum from his chest, using it to coat my erection thoroughly, adding a little more to his stretched out rim. The filthy act made him whine prettily, and in the process made his spent dick fill again. I lined my cock up to his entrance, feeling that initial resistance before surging forward. Rhys cried out, pain and bliss etched on his flushed face.

“Oh sh—you're big! That's…it's so much,” he gasped, his ass like a fucking vice around my shaft. I could barely see past the pleasure thrumming in my veins, the heat of his body unlike anything I'd ever felt. But I didn't want to hurt him. Never again.

“Shh, hold onto me,” I coaxed, leading one arm up around my neck until he wrapped both around me tightly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I murmured softly. The endearment slipped out without thought, but his sharp intake of breath told me he liked it as much as I did. It felt right.

“I wish you were my first,” he breathed, his voice so soft I had almost missed it. My heart stuttered and a lump formed in my throat at his confession. How I had been able to earn this place in Rhys' heart was a goddamn mystery to me, but it was more than I deserved.

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