Page 77 of The Penalty

I whimper into his skin, desperate for him on my tongue. “Please, baby.”

Rhys runs his fingers into my hair and grips it in a fist, pulling my face from his skin. My eyes damn near roll back in my head at the tug. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just pressure and control. I like giving it up to him. So damn much.

“You look so good, desperate.” He runs his finger along my lip and when I try to turn my head to bite at it, he pulls. My dick throbs and I can feel the bead of pre-cum sliding down my head. I flex my hands, needing something, anything, to ground me.

“Touch me,” I whimper pitifully. “Please.”

Rhys gives me that fucking smirk. “I am touching you.”

I grit my teeth and hold in the groan. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“You get awfully bossy when you’re horny.” He pushes me back, letting go of my hair so I can lie flat. “Eyes on me.” When I meet his gaze, he lowers his mouth to my dick and licks a long line up the underside. I hiss and tighten every muscle to stop myself from thrusting up. He groans a sound of approval when he gets the pre-cum. My back arches when he sucks my tip into his mouth, running his tongue along the edge and under the foreskin. His moan vibrates through my entire body and I’m so damn close to coming it’s embarrassing.

“Rhys. Baby. Please. I can’t. Fuck.”

He chuckles and leans over me, hooking my thigh around his hip and stroking us together in his hand. “You’re so easy.” He spits in his hand and strokes us again.

“It’s your fault!”

“So I should stop?” His grip lessens around us and I want to scream.

“No!”

“That’s what I thought.” Rhys picks up the pace, stroking us hard and fast, pushing us toward the edge so damn fast. “Give me your mouth.”

I lift my chin and press my lips to his and holding onto his head so he can’t pull away from me. I need him to surround me. His body. His scent. Everything.

My body tightens, curling around the center of me until it snaps, and I shoot over both of us and on my stomach. A shudder rocks through Rhys, and with a low growl, he comes too. Our mixed releases pooling on my stomach.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I stare at the mess on my skin and run my finger through it.

We’re still panting a little as he sits up and looks around. He reaches for the shirt I’m giving back to him, but I snatch it.

“No. This is not for cleanup.” I shove it under my pillow, and he lifts an eyebrow. “It’s your shirt, but it smells like me now.”Why am I embarrassed about this right now? I thought it was a good idea earlier. “I uh, I thought you might want to wear it.” I stumble over the words but eventually get them out. “It doesn’t stink or anything, I checked.”

Rhys smiles and leans down to kiss me again. “I do want it. Thank you.”

Dragonflies flutter in my stomach again, and I love this soft side of him that I get sometimes.

“I’ll leave this one here for you.” He motions to the t-shirt he has on. It’s blue and soft and will probably stretch over my chest and shoulders. Only one way to find out.

It takes us a minute, but Rhys finds the shorts I was wearing when he got here. They’re yellow cotton with Pikachu on one leg.

“Pokémon?” He looks at me as he wipes my stomach and his hand.

“Pikachu is a badass.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. Once the shorts are in the laundry and he uses a half empty water bottle to rinse off his hand, he leans over me and kisses me. “Put your dick away or there will be no talking while I’m here.”

I smile a shit-eating grin and get up to find clothes while he sits in my spot on my bed. Pulling open a drawer that usually has shorts in it, I do a quick perusal but don’t see what I’m looking for.

“What the hell?”

I turn toward Rhys, who is looking at my drawer in horror.

“What?” I look at it too, but it looks normal to me.

“Do you not fold your laundry? How do you find anything?”

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