Page 70 of Rhett

A couple of minutes later I’m back downstairs. Rhett is still wearing his shirt but has it pulled up. His legs are spread, cock thick and hard and so damn mouthwatering. I lick a stripe from root to tip before sucking it into my mouth, the taste of his salty skin and precum bursting on my tongue.

“Needed to taste you first,” I admit, and a visible shudder rolls through him.

“Touch me.”

“I’m going to, baby.” I pump lube into my hand, then wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a languid stroke.

Rhett’s hips pump upward. “Fuck,” slipping past his lips.

“You like that?”

“Everything with you feels so much better, so muchmore.”

My dick throbs, but even more importantly, my heart swells, taking over my chest. “For me too. Can’t get you out of my head. I don’t think you know what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

I speed up the movements on his dick. Rhett’s balls are already so tight and full, his cock flushed red and straining. I love how fast I can get him to the edge, how much he seems to enjoy my hands on him.

I twist my grip around him, using my other hand to play with his heavy nuts. Rhett’s thighs begin to shake, his muscles tensing, so I loosen my grip and pull back.

“Oh God. Touch me,” he begs.

“I will.” I kiss his left pec, then his right, before rubbing my cheek against him. “Remember, you want me to make the pleasure last. You want me to bring you to the edge over and over again, then tuck you back in until later tonight when you fuck me.”

He chuckles softly. “I’m starting to question my decision.”

“Did you change your mind?”

“Hell no.”

I smile at his response, then grasp his warm, throbbing shaft again, jerk him off, twist my hand around him, lean down and lick and suck his sac.

Rhett’s breathing gets choppy, and I know he’s trying to hold himself back, trying not to teeter so close to the edge, but I get him there, then pull away, again and again and again, before he breathlessly says, “Shit. We gotta go. We’ll be late.”

“I can’t believe you’re keeping an eye on the time like this.”

“Do you know me?” Rhett asks.

“I do, and I like you.” I press a kiss to his waiting mouth. “Don’t move.”

I go into the downstairs bathroom and wash my hands, before getting a washcloth wet and bringing it to him. My dickis straining against my jeans, but knowing we’re sharing this predicament makes it even more exciting.

I clean the precum and lube from his softening cock, then pull him to his feet and tug up his underwear and jeans.

“You take care of me,” he says.

No one has done that for him before, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive that I get to.

“You do the same for me.” I motion toward the door. “Come on. Let’s get bundled up and go see your brothers. Then, I’m gonna take you home with me where you belong.”

“I like that.”

We get our gear on, then put the stools in the back of my truck, which has the cover over it. We’re quiet as we drive to Gracie’s, and I reach over and put a hand on his thigh, in case he’s nervous, so he knows he’s not alone.

“This’ll be fun,” I tell him.

“Long time coming.”

“I’m sorry if your dad ruined any part of this day for you.”

---