Page 85 of The Penalty

I can feel the smile lifting my cheeks and I wrap my arm around whatever part of him is in front of me and pull him closer. Sharing this tiny ass bed was the best and the worst. Having two big ass jocks in it means we were basically stacked on top of each other, but it was Rhys, so it was also perfect.

“You are the worst blanket hog.” Rhys’ sleepy and rough voice bitches from my pillow.

“Your ass takes up more space than it has a right to,” I counter.

“Your ass is bigger than mine. How did mine take up too much space?”

“I don’t know, but it was against my cock all night.” I stroke my hand down his body, finding he’s got his back to me with his perfect hockey butt against my groin. “It’s hard to sleep with a hard-on.”

He chuckles and rolls his hips.

Jerk.

“Since you’re my boyfriend, my dick is your problem.”

“Your dick is your own problem. Learn some self-control.” Rhys turns around and hooks his thigh around my hip. We’re in our underwear because fuck pants, so the thin material is a damn tease. “Kiss me.”

I pull my head back. “I can’t, I have dragon breath.”

“Dragon breath?”

“Yeah, really bad breath like when a dragon wakes up from slumber. Duh. That’s why they can breathe fire, their breath is so bad, it’s flamingo or whatever.”

Rhys squeezes his eyes closed and gets those cute little lines above his nose.

“I am not awake enough to figure out what that means.”

“What is there to figure out?” Silly man. I roll onto my shoulder so I can look behind me at the desk. A Red Bull can is in reach.

Please have something in it. Please have something in it.

By some miracle its got about a quarter of the can left so I lift up onto my elbow, pour some into my mouth and swish it around before swallowing. When I look at Rhys he is staring at me like I’ve transformed into a sewer gremlin.

“What?”

“Did—” He takes a deep breath. “Did you just use that Red Bull from, who knows how long ago, as mouthwash?”

“Is that a problem? It made my mouth taste better. You’re welcome.” I offer him the can which he stares at like it’s going to bite him. “Want some?”

“No, I am one hundred percent sure, I do not.”

I shrug and toss the rest of it back. “Your loss.”

“You’ve been awake all of seven minutes. How are you drinking that already?”

I toss the can into my trash can and fist bump the air when I make it. “Uh, it’s called caffeine and some of us mere mortals need it to make our skull computers do the beep boop beep.”

Rhys tosses his arm over his eyes. I guess he’s going to be dramatic today. But it’s fine since it leaves his chest open for me to ravage. Leaning forward, I suck on his nipple. He groans and uses his leg around my hip to thrust against me.

“Fuck, that’s not fair.” He gasps as I bite and then pull.

I hum with his skin in my mouth and rub my hand along his length.

“You’re getting too good at this.” Rhys arches into me and warmth floods my stomach. Damn, hot fluffies at it again. Being able to turn him on like this is heady. “I’ve created a monster. Promise me you’ll only ever use these powers for good.”

“Awww but I wanna be naughty with them,” I fake whine. I lick my way down his stomach to those sexy as fuck v things. “I want to fill these with my cum.” I run my nose up the indents.

“Who’s stopping you?” Rhys lies back to give me better access and slides his hand into my hair.

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