Page 76 of The Penalty

His hand falters. “What do you mean?”

I laugh. “Would you hold me against a wall?”

“You do the pinning. It’s hotter when you do it. I’ll hold you in a hug.”

Fuck. I groan this time, not because he’s being hot but because he’s being adorable and I guess my fucking dick likes that too.

“Deal.” My cock throbs and I squeeze the base.

“I want to see you come.” His voice is all breathy making me leak.

“Ask nicely,” I say, knowing he can feel the smirk in my words.

“Please let me watch you come.” His words do me in.

My balls tighten and my entire body coils before it snaps. Pleasure grips me, pulsing through my cock as I shoot all over my chest. I say his name and I don’t even mean to, but it’s out and I’m panting, still fucking my hand, abs flexing working out every drop of cum.

He doesn’t last long after me and I wish I could record him. The sounds he makes, and the way his body moves, have me half hard again.

He coats his abs in cum, veins in his dick pulsing and I want to lick them. He releases his cock, stroking his fingers through his cum then flips the camera around so I can see his goofy after orgasm face. I wish I was there. I’d be sucking him fucking dry. I barely stop myself from calling a car to take me over there.

Fucking morning practice.

We sit in silence for a long moment.

“Would you ever want to have a sleepover with me?” Teddy’s words hit me like a bomb.

“Yes…” But how is that even possible? I have a roommate and Teddy lives in the same building as my best friend and I’m not exactly speaking to my mother.

“Yes, but?” he asks.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

TWENTY-ONE

TEDDY

We sext a lot over the next few days but we need to talk so we decide to do it in person. Since it’s Tobi’s long day for classes, it should be safe for Rhys to come over and leave before Tobi gets back. But now that Rhys is on his way over, I can’t keep my brain words straight.

Why am I so nervous? I’ve known Rhys for years. The bugs in my belly shouldn’t be all jumble-y and shit. Can I touch him? Does he want to touch me? Can we do the talking thing then do the touching?

His shirt that I’ve been sleeping in doesn’t smell like him anymore, it smells like me. Will he wear it? Is that stupid? I sniffed it really good to make sure it doesn’t stink or anything. It’s kinda stretched out though…

There’s a quick tap on my door before it opens and Rhys steps in. He closes the door and locks it behind him. Fuck, he looks good in my space.

My breathing deepens, watching him watching me. For the longest minute, we don’t move. The lust crackles between us. I swear I can almost see it. Then he’s on me, pushing me back onto my bed, and his lips are on mine. Our hands are everywhere,pulling on clothes and touching everything we can reach. It’s intoxicating and crazed.

Our lips part long enough for me to lift my hips so he can pull my shorts off, tossing them out of the way.

He lifts onto his knees and I grab his waistband, pulling him closer between my thighs and opening the button. My hands shake when I slide them inside his underwear to push everything down. I need his skin on mine like I need air in my lungs.

“You’re in charge, right?” I meet his gaze and wait with my fingers digging into the muscles of his hips. He has those cum gutter things that I want to lick and fill with cum.

“Yes.” Rhys wraps his hand in my shirt and pulls me to sit up, putting my face right above his cock.

“Let me taste you.” I run my nose up those indents and he shudders. “Right here.” His skin smells like team shower body wash and whatever cologne he uses. A clean, deep, almost spicy scent.

“Making demands isn’t submissive.”

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