Page 38 of Price of Victory
With a small and annoyingly victorious smirk, Rhett opened his mouth and leaned in. He closed his pretty lips around the tip of my cock and sucked it deep into his mouth, exhaling through his nose so suddenly that I could feel his heated breath on my skin.
The back of my head thumped against the door as I thrust my hips forward, sliding deeper into Rhett’s throat.
A moan broke from him, but he hurried to suck me deeper to make up for it, as if he couldn’t stand it otherwise. He bobbed his head back and forth, taking me deeper down his throat with each nod, his mouth wide open and his eyes glistening with the shower water or tears; I couldn’t tell the difference. I could only tell they looked like gems that caught sunlight for the first time in a thousand years.
The water continued to cascade over us. I could feel steam rising from my skin where his hand touched my abdomen, could taste it in the air between us as my cock rammed against the back of his throat. My hands moved over his buzzed hair, feeling his movement.
Time became elastic, measured only by the rhythm of our breathing and the steady percussion of water against tile. Minutes could have passed, or hours—I had no way of knowing and no desire to find out. All that existed was this moment, this space, this perfect storm of sensation and emotion that was building between us with each passing second.
When he pulled his head back and said my name, breathless and urgent, I felt something fundamental shift inside me.
I lost myself completely in the feel of him, in the way his hands gripped my ass like he was afraid I might disappear, tugging me closer and taking me deeper into his throat. The small sounds he made when I reached particularly deep, the way his breathing hitched when I jammed myself inside, everyresponse was like a gift, something precious he was giving me that I wanted to treasure and remember forever.
The intensity built slowly, like a tide rising around us, until we were both trembling with the force of it. “Fuck,” I growled. “I’m coming.”
I yanked back from him, pulling my cock out of his mouth, but Rhett’s hands grabbed my ass hard, squeezing me and pulling me close, not letting me out. His eyes widened with want, and I pretty much lost it. Even if I hadn’t been teetering on the edge of it for countless minutes, his needy look and his gentle submission would have sent me falling over the edge.
Hot cum filled Rhett’s sexy throat and welled out the corners of his reddened lips as I pulsed and throbbed inside his mouth. He worked his cock with urgency, muscles knotting all over his body, but I lifted him as soon as my dick stilled a little. Even the sensation of his lips dragging along my length sent unbearable shivers down my spine and through my limbs. My very toes tingled.
Rhett rose to his feet, and I slammed my mouth against his, crushing lips against lips and tasting myself to the last drop as my tongue explored him.
I flipped him around easily after the shock of it had stunned him, pinned his chest against the wall, slipped my softening dick between his cheeks for no other reason than that it felt right to feel his ass so close against my crotch, then reached around and held him in my right hand.
Rhett groaned, thrust his ass against me, pressed his face hard against the white tiles, and let out moan after moan as I worked him toward his climax.
It was easy. He was already strung so tightly that a whisper into his ear would have done it. The trick was to make it last, make it feel earned.
When he tensed, voice cut off like he choked on his very moans, I waited a heartbeat, then felt him swell and relax in my hand in a rapid succession. His cum trickled down the back of my fingers, thick and hot and irresistible. I lifted my hand, smearing the back of it over Rhett’s dirty lips, then turning him around with the ease of lifting a kitten. I crossed my forearm over his chest and pressed him against the wall, then looked at my work. His cum painted over his glistening lips, inviting and unbearably sexy.
As I kissed him, a deep, uncontrollable purr unraveled in my chest.
We held each other under the spray afterward, both of us trying to catch our breath and process what had just happened. The water continued to fall around us, washing away the evidence of our passion but doing nothing to diminish the lingering heat that seemed to radiate from every point where our bodies touched.
We stayed there for a long moment, holding each other under the cooling water, both of us reluctant to break the spell that had settled over us. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, could taste the lingering salt of his skin on my lips.
“We should probably get out of here,” he said eventually, though he made no move to pull away from me.
“Probably.” But I tightened my arms around him instead, not ready to face the outside world and all the complications that waited there.
“Aiden.” There was something in his voice that made me look at him, something serious and uncertain. “What are we doing?”
It was a fair question, and one I wasn’t sure I knew how to answer. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But I know I don’t want to stop.”
“Even though it’s complicated? Even though our families…”
“Fuck our families.” The words came out more vehemently than I’d intended, and Rhett’s eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry. I just…I’m tired of living my life based on what other people expect from me.”
“Is that what this is about? Rebellion?”
The question hit too close to home, touching on the exact fear I’d been trying not to examine. “No. Maybe it started that way, but it’s not anymore. This is about you and me, nothing else.”
“You sure about that?”
I pulled back to look at him properly, taking in the vulnerability in his expression, the way he was looking at me like he was trying to see past all my defenses to whatever truth lay beneath.
“I’m sure,” I said, and meant it. Whatever this had started as, it had become something else entirely. Something that mattered in a way that scared and thrilled me in equal measure.
He studied my face for a long moment, as if trying to determine whether I was telling the truth. Then he nodded slowly, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.
