Page 83 of Unforgivable

“Nice to officially meet you, Rhys. Hawk's told me all about you,” Griff replied, but something in his tone had my hackles rising, especially when I felt Rhys stiffen beside me.

“You too,” Rhys mumbled and I could feel the unease rolling off him. I wanted to fuck every ounce of tension out of his body until he was loose and languid for me again. I hated how uncomfortable he was in my place, but I knew that was as much my fault as it was Griffin's.

“We'll catch up later, Griff. Rhys and I are gonna hang out in my room tonight and take it easy.” I started toward my room, pulling Rhys behind me.

“Wait, what about my birthday party tonight, man? You can't missit,” Griffin complained. I cursed under my breath since I forgot all about it being Griffin's birthday today. It wasn't an easy date to forget being New Year's Eve and all, and our group went out each year to The Oasis on the lake to celebrate with him. It was like a two for one party deal to ring in the New Year and another year of Griffin.

“Fuck dude, I completely forgot. Being gone for the break kind of threw me off. I'm sorry,” I lamented, genuinely feeling bad but not willing to ditch Rhys for a party, even one for my friend. Apparently he didn't feel the same.

“Cal, you should go. We can hang out anytime,” Rhys offered, aiming a small smile my way. I was about to protest when Griff spoke up.

“Come on, Hawk. You've never missed it,” Griff urged, brows drawn down in worry. “You can come too, Rhys, if you want.” It sounded like he'd extended the invite begrudgingly, but I wasn't going to turn down the chance to bring Rhys with me.

I threw a questioning glance at Rhys and he nodded once in response. “No worries, we'll be there,” I assured him.

“Good deal,” he replied, but the harsh lines on his face told me he was holding something back. I wanted to talk to him and make sure he was okay, but I couldn't worry about it just then, so I steered Rhys to my room instead.

Once I closed the door, Rhys plopped down on my bed with a sigh, giving me a tired look. “Guess we're going to a party tonight.”

“I'm sorry, Sweetness. If it were any other occasion, I swear I'd blow it off, but Griff's a good friend and I've kind of neglected him recently. It's important I go.”

“No no, I get it. Really,” Rhys said, grasping my hand in both of his. “Don't feel like you have to bring me along. I know he just invited me to not seem rude, and I don't want to crash his birthday.”

I sunk down onto the mattress beside him, gripping his thigh and swinging it over mine until he straddled me. The action took him by surprise and he grasped at my shoulders, gasping softly. God, I was a sucker for every little noise I pulled from him. I wanted to catalog them all until I knew exactly which stroke or touch elicited which specific sound.

“I am not going without you tonight,” I told him, firmly kneading his thighs on either side of mine. The deft strokes slowly relaxed him, the muscles giving under my persistent fingers. “I want you by my sideso I can show off how a worthless asshole like me was lucky enough to get you.”

Rhys breathed out a skeptical chuckle, but I could see the pink tinting his cheeks. “You going soft on me, Hawkins?” he joked, lips curving up in a teasing smile.

I cocked a brow up at him, dragging his hand down to my half-hard cock. “I don't know, you tell me. Does it feel like I'm going soft for you?”

Rhys' pupils dilated, need dousing his irises in black. “I certainly hope not,” he rasped, his fingers curling around my dick as much as he could through the fabric.

I whipped him around, his back hitting the mattress as I ground my hips into his. Rhys threw his head back, arching up to meet my lazy thrusts. His breathing sped up and I licked a slow trail up his neck to his ear.

“I have been dying to sink back inside your sexy little ass for days,” I whispered, continuing my sensual assault with my hips as I nipped at his jaw. “I fucked my fist every night thinking about how you sucked me into your body and took my cock like you were made for it. And you were, weren't you? This ass knows who fucking owns it, huh?”

“Cal, Jesus…” Rhys shuddered, my dirty words taunting his dick to harden under me rapidly. “I need you. Touch me, please.”

I ghosted my lips over his, pulling back each time he tried to seal us together. He let out a frustrated whimper that had precum leaking from my tip. I finally ran my hand down to his jeans, undoing them quickly and pulling out his swollen length. I circled the bulbous head with my thumb before dipping it into his slit and forcing out the milky fluid. Rhys let out a guttural moan that had me slamming my lips back over his to muffle the noise.

“Uh uh, sweet boy. We have company unfortunately, so you'll need to be quiet while I get us there,” I whispered into his panting mouth, licking at his full lips playfully.

“Uhh, that may not be as possible as you think,” Rhys snickered, biting off another moan when I swiped at his pearly slit again.

“In that case, let's make it a game.” Worry and curiosity warred in his eyes as I smirked down at him. “If you can stay silent while I jack us off, you'll win your orgasm. But if you make any sound, I'll leave you hanging on the edge while I paint your chest with my cum.”

Rhys started to protest so I shut him up with a firm pump to hisleaking cock. “And if you're a sore loser, then you won't get to come tonight when we get home either, and I'll make you watch with your hands tied as I jack myself off over your gorgeous face.”

His mouth snapped shut and he pouted adorably, but there was no mistaking the raw lust in his hooded gaze. He liked being pushed to his limits and at my mercy. The twisted side of me partly hoped he lost so I could have an excuse to tie him up and drive him insane. I quickly lowered my sweats and released my rigid length. Grabbing the lube out of my nightstand, I slicked up both our cocks and lowered myself over him.

“Ready, Sweetness?” I taunted, but I took us together in my hot grip before he could answer. My eyes instantly rolled back at the velvety feel of his cock against mine. I worked us in a steady rhythm that had us both trembling. Rhys' teeth were clamped on his bottom lip, eyes riveted on the sight of us together in my fist.

I had trouble focusing on just one thing, gaze flitting between the erotic image between our stomachs and Rhys' stunning face, his mouth open and brows creased in pleasure. I never got fucking sick of seeing him get lost in my touch, giving himself over to me freely. I twisted our heads together and Rhys sucked in a harsh breath, eyes slamming shut as he fought to stay silent.

Like the mean fucker I was, I shoved his shirt up his chest and captured his nipple with my teeth, flicking the taut peak with my tongue. Rhys convulsed under me, hand slapping over his mouth to stifle the cry I sensed was right under the surface. I laved the bud with the flat of my tongue, circling and teasing it as he writhed under me, thrusting up into my fist helplessly. Rhys let out nothing but loud, broken panting that made my shaft throb.

I nearly let out a growl at the sensations flooding my body. My piercing kept sliding against his dripping tip and it was goddamn decadent, building my release fast. I switched to his other nipple, relishing in how wrecked Rhys looked, head thrown back and sweat glistening across his collarbone. I raised up on my elbow to watch him, mercilessly pumping my hand to bring us closer to that glorious finish.

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