Page 80 of Unforgivable

“I am. In every way that matters, I'm your first as you are mine. This isourfirst time and that's what's important. Trust me, no one else has gone where you have before, Rhys,” I replied, voice thick and raspy.

His glassy eyes held mine, piercing me to my core. “And where is that?”

“Please don't make me say it…” I murmured, emotions I'd never felt before threatening to pull me under. Rhys had the ability to cut me open and expose every layer of my fractured soul. Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest, laying it flat over my heart. The one he owned, completely and unconditionally.

He understood my answer, knowing exactly what I was trying to say without words. Tears spilled from his eyes and I kissed one away. I'd never been one for physical affection or sweet gestures before, but I wanted to treat Rhys like the treasure he was. It came easy with him, like everything else. He was my fucking miracle, reviving parts of me I'd lost long ago.

Rhys squirmed then, his hole clenching around my still-hard dick that was halfway inside him. I grunted, fighting to stay still and not surge into him like I was dying to.

“You ready?” I asked, and he nodded, moving his arm back around my neck and clinging to me. I kissed him once, twice, and then I thrust inside him again. I sank in another inch, Rhys and I moaning in unison. God, he felt incredible.

I continued to rock into him slowly, pushing forward in small increments until I was seated deep within him, my chest heaving with the effort to control myself. Being inside him was a revelation. I didn't know sex could be like this, taking over my whole being until I was consumed by it. This was something more than just fucking, but I wasn't ready to face what.

My hips started a slow roll, drawing in and out of him in a tantalizing rhythm. Our grunts and panting breaths spurred me on, and I pistoned into him relentlessly.

“Nngh, I feel your piercing, oh my god,” Rhys keened, and I angled my thrusts upward so it would drag against his prostate. He gasped and clamped down around me telling me I hit my target.

“Fuck me, you feel so damn good. I want to fuck this hole every single day, keep you wet and ready for me whenever I want,” I growled, filth streaming from my mouth as I pounded him hard. Rhys was a chorus of moans and loud pleas, his ass moving in time with my deep thrusts.

“Jesus, yes, C-cal! I want it…it's p-perfect,” Rhys stammered out, lost to his building climax. I could feel him getting closer, growing louder as I fucked him mercilessly.

“Do you want my cum, sweet boy? You want me to empty my balls in your needy ass and make you dirty for me?”

“Oh fuck…” Rhys gasped, and the curse falling from his lips turned me into a fucking machine. I pulled out of him and he yelped, tears lining his lashes from how close he was. Without a word, I flipped him over on his side, plastering myself to his back. I hitched his knee higher up on the mattress to keep him open for me.

I teased his gaping hole with my steely length, relishing in his pleading whimpers as he tried to push back and impale himself.

“Cal, please, I need to come,” he cried, clutching the comforter next to him in a white-knuckled grip.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Say the words and I'll give it to you.”

“I-I want…c-come inside me. I want your cum…”

I slammed into him from behind, groaning like an animal in heat. I plunged into him, over and over, nailing that hidden button and making him wail in pleasure. A litany of curses escaped me as I got closer, dragging us to that euphoric precipice where we could fall together. Rhys' helpless noises rang in my ears like a sinful symphony, making me damn near feral. I couldn't last much longer, but he came first. From now on, he'd always come first.

“God fucking damn it, I'm so close…I need you to come. One more, sweet boy. Give me one more and I'll fucking fill you up like we both need.”

Rhys' hand flew to his cock and all it took was two pumps before he burst, ropes of hot, sticky cum streaking across the bed. He screamed out his orgasm, loud and unhinged as I plowed into him until my cock throbbed violently, shooting deep in his spasming hole. A hoarse shout tore from my throat, my vision whiting out on the edges as I came harder than I'd ever had in my life. My release seemed to go on forever, flooding Rhys' insides as I continued to pump into him.

He was shaking in my arms, his ass milking me for everything I had. It was delicious torture, the pleasure blinding and just on the right side of pain. Tremors skated down my body as I held him close, my arms banded around his waist and chest. Eventually, my softened dick slid free, my cum leaking from his well-fucked hole, but neither of us had the energy to care.

As we came down from our mutual high, he nestled back into me further and contentment swept through me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been that happy…or sated. Fuck me, I'd never had an orgasm like that. It wiped out all thought and sense, narrowing my world down until there was only Rhys.

“I'm pretty sure you and your stupid piercing turned my brain tomush,” Rhys slurred, sounding cum-drunk and happy. I chuckled, running my hand up and down his thigh.

“I wondered if you'd be able to feel it. Glad to know you're a fan,” I replied, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. It was ridiculous how I couldn't stop touching or kissing him. I was insatiable for him.

“Big fan. Good job,” he mumbled, patting the arm I had around his chest in a complimentary gesture. “When did you get that anyway? And what's it called? Don't they have names? Is that an apa..drago..peevy something or other?”

A laugh rumbled through my chest. He was so goddamn cute, and I was endlessly entertained that even in his post-orgasmic haze he could find something to ramble on about.

“I think the term you're looking for is Apadravya, but no. Mine is a dydoe piercing.”

“Did it hurt?”

“I mean, it wasn't exactly a fun time, but I don't regret it,” I snorted.

Rhys hummed in acknowledgment. “What made you want to get one?” He sounded a bit more alert than before, his breathing evened out.

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