Then he changed the angle and fucked me with it so slowly I could hardly tell when he was pushing in and when he was pulling out. Could only feel the velvet clutch of my body and the maddening friction, and the way being full, with Rhys’s hands on my body, was the best thing I’d ever felt.
It was almost relaxing, and I stretched my arms up, sinking into the mattress as Rhys filled me again and again, running his palms over my thighs and stomach and chest.
Then there was that wicked angle again and he nailed my prostate so suddenly that I cried out, tensing up all over. Again and again he worked it until I was shaking and gasping. Then he drizzled more lube on his cock, pulled the dildo out, and sank into me in one deep thrust.
He was bigger than the dildo—thicker and longer, and the stretch of his cock awoke every nerve ending inside me. We surged together hard and fast, both crying out into each other’s mouths as we fucked. I ground my dick into Rhys’s muscular stomach, the friction so delicious that every thrust felt like I was about to come. I threw my head back, waiting for orgasm to take me, but Rhys sat up, taking away that perfect heat and pressure.
“No! Rhys, no, please, please,” I begged. My swollen cock leaked onto my stomach, jerking desperately. I could tell how close Rhys was from his flushed chest and neck and the way he was biting his lip. He thrust into me again and squeezed his eyes shut, then pulled out. I heard a desperate whimpering sound that it took a while to realize was coming from me. I breathed through my nose, waiting for what would come next.
I was so exquisitely on edge that my whole body was shaking. I knew I could reach down and finish myself off anytime I wanted, and the choice not to—the choice to let Rhys own my body the way he owned my heart—made me light-headed with love and lust and something fizzy and almost joyful.
Rhys slid the dildo back inside me and just held it there for a minute as we both stared at each other and panted. He put a soothing hand on my stomach and it burned like a brand. I reached for his other hand, and he brought my fingers to his lips and pressed a stubbly kiss to my knuckles. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say.
I closed my eyes as he began to move the dildo inside me. I was made of pleasure and yearning and each gentle touch to my prostate nearly made me scream. I was so overstimulated that when Rhys touched his finger to the tip of my cock, my whole body came off the bed.
“Breathe, baby,” Rhys murmured and my breath was half moan. Rhys kissed me and moved the dildo in circles, stretching my rim. It was a hot, dark pleasure, and I squirmed away from it and into it, my body not able to decide what it wanted. I could feel the fiery heat of Rhys’s wet cock on my hip but I didn’t touch him. I knew I wasn’t supposed to.
It might have been minutes or hours more that Rhys fucked me with the toy, but when he took it out and I felt myself close up, my eyes flew open, blurred with tears.
“No!”
“Shh,” Rhys said, and then he was back inside me and the panic that had struck me ebbed. I could feel how tired he was. Shaking and sweaty, he almost hissed as he pressed as far as he could go, shuddering when he was fully inside. We moved together for a minute, and I strained to get the right angle. Rhys put my legs over his shoulders and brought our mouths together.
“Need you now,” Rhys said against my mouth. I tried to speak but could only nod and dig my fingers into his back. This time, when he reared back and pounded into me it was him striking my prostate, and I felt everything inside me unspool. I was sore and swollen and the friction was nearly painful, but it added just the right edge to the molten pleasure inside me and the sparks running from my balls to my cock.
I felt like I was dissolving into a violent pleasure that would break me. I grabbed Rhys’s arms, rigid on the bed, holding him up as he fucked me, and I let him take me apart. My hips were loose and every muscle in my body was clenching and releasing around the inferno Rhys stoked inside me.
My mouth was open on wordless cries, and when Rhys grabbed my dick and slammed inside me, the pleasure struck like a snakebite, bowing my back and squeezing everything so tight that when I exploded I lost track of where I was. I just knew I was coming in white-hot gouts that turned me inside out and wrung me dry.