Page 8 of The Penalty

How the shit can he think so clearly?!

But also, why am I panting this hard? I’ve barely done anything!

“Rhys,” I whine. “Pl-pl-please.”

“You want to come?”

I nod quickly, but I need him to come too. It’s not fun if it’s only me. “Come on my stomach,” I bite his lip. He growls a little like a rabid animal and throbs against my palm. “I need to taste you. Come so you can feed it to me.”

“You’re so much sexier when you beg.” Rhys rolls his hand over my cock, fast enough to keep me panting but not enough to come. “How badly do you want it?”

“Bad. Please.” I almost tell him I’ve been dreaming about this forever, but I bite back the words.

“Only because you asked nicely.” Rhys shudders, leaning his forehead against mine and squeezing my dick. Hot cum hits my skin and I desperately want to lick it from his cock, taste it right from the source. Feel him shudder on my tongue.

“Gimmie a taste,” I say against his jaw when he stops shaking. I’m on the edge of the best orgasm of my life. All I need is one little push…

With his eyes locked on mine, one hand stroking my dick, and the other gathering cum from my skin, I hold my breath.First, he touches my upper lip, soft and barely there, caressing. It’s not enough. I quickly lick it off, groaning at the taste of him.

“Naughty.” His middle and ring finger shove into my mouth and into my throat. “I’m in control.”

It’s unexpected. I gag and my body jerks, but he follows me, murmuring reassuringly until I relax my throat and open wider for him.

My body buzzes, my balls draw up, and my cock throbs as he fingers my throat. The orgasm slams into me like a train, with a strangled sound, and my fingers digging into him. It goes on forever, rolling through me in waves of mind-numbing pleasure until I’m weak and can’t do anything but lean against the building.

All I can hear is the thunder of my heart in my ears. I can’t feel my legs or my brain. A thumb brushes my bottom lip and I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Rhys wears a shit-eating grin when he pats my cheek and walks away, leaving me feeble with my dick out.

No way I can go after him now.

And all I can think on my way back to my apartment is why the fuck did I say cuddle snakes?

THREE

RHYS

If this wasn’t the weirdest day of my life, I don’t know what is.

I shouldn’t have done any of that with Teddy, but I’ve been into him for years, and when he jumped me in the courtyard after the day I’ve had, I couldn’t stop myself.

But none of that was on my bingo card.

I almost invited him to follow but thoughts of Tobi stop me. I need the walk home to process all of it. I can’t add my best friend being mad at me to everything that’s gone on today. I still haven’t confronted my mom about the trust fund, which I’m sure will happen the second I see her.

But still I’m sad he didn’t follow me home, so I could make him suck my cock. He’d look so damn pretty on his knees.

What do I even say?Why the fuck are you making my life harder and hiding my money from me?

I climb the stairs to our apartment and use my key, just hoping she’s asleep.

But she’s not.

She’s sitting at the kitchen table when I walk in. I hang up my coat and put my keys in the bowl, gathering my thoughts. I’m suddenly glad Teddy delayed my homecoming, having this conversation drunk would suck.

“Hi, Mom. How was your day?” I walk past her, getting a glass from the cabinet, then I fill it at the tap and take a sip, not looking at her. I’m trying not to explode but I can feel it coming.

“What did the lawyer say?” she asks, skipping the small talk.

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