“My cock. I want your mouth on my cock. I’m fucking dying here. Stop being a pain in the ass.” He sounds desperate.
I laugh, unable to help it as I drop to my knees, eye level with his beautiful dick and try to hold in the needy groan threatening to leave my lips. Because my god, he’s perfect.
“Please.” It’s a quiet plea, but it’s a plea nonetheless. From the normally quiet loner who’s been such a mystery to me. And there’s no way I’m not going to put him out of his misery.
“You’re perfect, Rhett.”
He snorts a quick laugh, but it dies on a moan when I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum waiting there for me. His hand grips my hair, not to the point of pain but enough to let me know he’s into this.
He wants it.
And so do I.
I take the tip into my mouth and suck. “Yes. God, Grayson.” His voice is breathy and sexy as hell as his fingers tighten their hold on my hair.
I take more of him into my mouth, loving the feel of his heavy cock. Using my tongue, I suction to bring him closer and closer to release, bobbing my head on his dick and taking it as far as I can without gagging. I haven’t had enough practice at deep-throating yet, but if he’ll let me, I’ll change that very soon.
My own cock is throbbing, still encased in my briefs and jeans, and I know I’ll do this every chance I get if he won’t push me away. The fear of him doing just that is in the very back of my mind, but as his hips buck and his grip in my hair increases, I allow myself to get lost in all the sensations coursing through me. “Grayson, I’m close.”
I feel him trying to pull me back, but I don’t stop, only doubling my efforts. Sucking him harder. I want to taste him. I need it. I don’t want to take him out of my mouth long enough to communicate that, though, so I only moan around his cock, hoping it gets my point across.
“I’m going to come, Grayson.” He’s desperate, then I hear a long moan as I taste more precum before his cock jerks, releasing spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. “Fuck.” He’s breathing heavily, but I don’t let up until I milk every last drop from him. Swallowing and licking him clean before I stand up to face him, I’m worried what he’s going to say and do post orgasm.
His eyes are kind as they take me in, filled with amazement before he crashes his mouth to mine, surprising the hell out of me. He’s, no doubt, tasting himself, but he doesn’t seem to care. He devours my mouth, frantically pushing my jeans and briefs down to free my cock.
I’m hard as steel and aching for release, but I didn’t expect anything from him. When he wraps his hand around my shaft, I nearly weep with relief and groan into his mouth.
“That was so fucking hot.” His voice is thick with arousal as he continues to kiss and stroke my cock with his hand, sliding his thumb over the dripping tip and using my precum as lube. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life than your mouth around me, swallowing me down.”
My hips buck into his hand on their own accord, his words spurring me on. “Your dick is perfect. I’d suck it every day if I could.”
He smiles into the kiss, increasing the speed of his strokes. “Who says you can’t?”
I moan, nipping on his bottom lip, pulling on it with my teeth and then attacking his mouth because I want that. I want him. I may be addicted.
It only takes a few more strokes before I’m coming all over his hand, my balls emptying as he milks me, both of a us a panting mess. When he releases me, his forehead rests against mine.
“Fuck. That was intense.”
My shoulders move with quiet laughter. “Yeah.”
I pull back enough to look into his soulful eyes. “Do you still want to swim?”
He grants me the most sinfully beautiful smile before playfully punching my arm with his clean hand. “Of course, I do. But we should probably wash off the cum first.”
I laugh and agree, watching his tight ass flex as I ogle him from behind, following him into my bathroom. I’d offer a shower, but I’m not sure I want to push him any further.
Instead, we quickly wash off with washcloths and soap and water from the sink before pulling on our swim trunks. But he again shocks the hell out of me when he pulls me in for a tender kiss before looking into my eyes. “I want to be here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be.”
He’s telling me he’s not going to push me away in his own words. In his own way. Because that’s how Rhett is.
And goddamn it, I believe him.
TWENTY-TWO
My legs still feel weak from coming so damn hard in Grayson’s mouth. I can’t believe how good that felt. I tried to warn him, but he just kept at it. He even seemed to enjoy it, taking his own pleasure from it.
I don’t know how to define what’s going on with us. I still don’t know how to label myself, but what I do know is I don’t want this to stop. I crave it.
He leads me into a warm room with no windows and a large pool with a big-ass screen at the end, which I guess is to watch movies on. “Wow.”
He tosses two beach towels on one of the comfortable-looking lounge chairs. “Don’t look so impressed. I might think you’re using me for my house.”
I laugh. “Nah. Just your cocksucking skills.”
He easily laughs right back, no hurt in his eyes. He can take a joke from an asshole like me, which I think may be another reason to add to me liking him. “Pool’s not a bad perk either though, right?”
I look at the shimmering water of the pool and grin. The excitement running through me is nearly ridiculous. “It’s pretty nice.”
“Then, come on.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and jumps into the pool with no finesse whatsoever. His huge, muscular body making quite a splash before his head pops out of the water, and he brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Come on. Don’t tell me you were lying about swimming.”
I don’t answer, just jump in the deep end with him, popping up from the water and making sure to splash him when I flip back my hair. His big hands grab my hips under the water, and for a moment, I get lost in him. In those big, blue eyes and his bright, white smile.
“What are you doing to me?”
The right side of his mouth kicks up in a knowing grin as he brushes a quick kiss over my lips before releasing me and quickly dunking me under the water.
Fucker.
I fight back and find my way to the surface before dunking him in retribution. We wrestle and swim until our muscles are tired, and we end up on the steps, still in the water, but sitting so the water his waist-high on him and slightly higher on me.
“This is nice, I have to admit.” I enjoy the feeling of the water, not wanting to leave.
“Yeah. It’s the best part of the house by far.”
I look out over the pool, zoning out and enjoying the moment. The rest of the world fades away as it often does when I’m in water. I push off the stairs, taking long strokes and swimming the length of the pool. I just let it all go for the moment.
I barely register it when Grayson starts swimming alongside me with his long powerful arms easily sliding through the water and keeping up with me without effort. We don’t speak. We just swim lap after lap, back and forth, the length of the pool.
I don’t worry about letting Rhys down or having to answer to Bree and Fletcher about my new friendship with Grayson. I don’t worry about labels or what any of this means between us. It’s effortless.
It’s freeing, even when my muscles burn, and I know I need to stop and take a break soon. It’s just me in the water. No horrible past. No uncertain future. Just me.
When Grayson stops swimming, I force myself to also stop, treading water as he swims to me and wraps his arms around me, panting from the speed of our laps. “Damn. You really do like to swim. Why aren’t you on the swim team?”
I bark a laugh. “Yeah, no. I swim for me, no one else.”
He grins and kisses my lips softly, and I drape my tired arms around his neck. His eyes search mine, and I can see he wants to ask me something. He seems to be fighting it, though, so I wait, unsure if I’m ready to hear what he wants to say. “We should go away together.”
Okay, yeah. That’s not at all what I was expecting. “What? No.”
He doesn’t look surprised. “Think about it.”
“Do you mean run away together or something?”
He laughs at that, and since we’re kind of wrapped around each other, I feel the rumble of his laughter and shove him away playfully. “No. Not run away with me. Go away with me. Like a trip.”
I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “No.”
He splashes me with water. “You haven’t even asked for any details.”
I splash him back. “I don’t need details. We’re barely friends. And you want to plan a trip together?”
He swims closer to me, and I swim away. Again, he swims closer, and I swim away until we’re both where we can comfortably stand in the water. “We’re friends.” He pushes the water through his hair, and I watch it fall back into the pool.