Page 88 of Flare

“Please.” He opened his mouth and I straddled his chest.

“You want this?” I ran the slick head of my cock over his hot tongue, and he groaned, licking and then running the taste around the inside of his mouth.

“More.”

I bunched the pillow under his head and used my cock to paint his face with my pre-come, savouring the rasp of his short beard over the sensitive head.

“Fucking hell.” He moaned, eyes closing as I worked, his tongue darting out to grab a taste each time I passed until he was panting with need.

I dropped my cock and slicked my hand, scooting back onto his thighs to grab his thick, angry dick for a few solid pumps.

“Jesus, yessss.” He bucked up into my fist and his cockhead nudged mine, sending a shiver of want through me. I knee-walked back up until I was hovering over his face and our gazes locked. He opened his mouth, and fuck, he looked hot enough to burn my dick down to the root.

I fed it quickly to him, no time to adjust, exactly the way he liked it. But it meant staving off my orgasm as the shock of the tight, wet heat engulfed the whole of my cock. He had the best fucking mouth and I told him so, putting a hand around his throat so I could feel my dick moving inside. He gagged and gasped for air, eyes streaming but always, always wanting more, chasing my cock every time I withdrew to let him breathe, saliva forming trails through his short beard.

“Damn, you look so fucking good taking my cock like this,” I rasped, shuttling back inside. The hazel in his eyes flickered in the candlelight, pushed out to the smallest rim around a sea of black, and always challenging me deeper. Once, twice, and fire exploded in my groin and I shot down the back of his throat with a shuddering groan before jerking free to finish on his face as he arched under me and a slick ribbon of heat hit my naked arse.

Fucking hell. He’d come without me touching him. Come with my dick in his mouth and my spill all over his face. He grinned up at me, messy and wanton and happy as fuck.

And then he winked. “Merry Christmas.”

I laughed and turned around so he could see his come on my arse, backed up, and let him lick a stripe. Then I flicked off his cuffs before collapsing on the mattress beside him.

“I think I need to start buying my body wash in bulk,” he muttered.

I turned to find him staring at me one-eyed, the other lid glued shut with drying come. I snorted, licked a finger, and peeled it open. “I think that might be a wise decision. Now get into that shower and I’ll start on the mushroom fettuccini. Can you damp the candles on your way? I’m gonna snuggle for a bit.”

“Done.” Beck crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, giving me ample opportunity to ogle his very fine arse all the way. “Pervert,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared from view.

“Damn right,” I muttered and drew the covers up to my chin. I’d get up in a minute.

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Beck

“No!”

An elbow smashed into my ribs and Rhys’s head slammed back against mine with a painful crack. “Fuck!” I grabbed at my forehead, the pain shooting through my skull.

“Let me go!” He spun and kicked at my legs, then scrambled off the side of the bed and crashed on his back to the floor. I hit the light in time to catch him clambering backward across the carpet until he hit the wall and came to a sudden stop, eyes wide, panicked, knees drawn up against a heaving chest, his face ashen, hands clenched into fists around his legs.

Holy fucking shit.Rhys had warned me, walked me through what his panic attacks looked like, but the real thing was scary as all hell.This isn’t about me. I sucked in a breath and pushed my own fear to the side.

“Rhys.” I said his name softly and his gaze darted from one side of the room to the other before landing back on me. But he wasn’t really seeing me, more lookingthroughme, lost somewhere in his head, in the jumbled memories in his brain, a deep frown carved on his forehead, veins thick and pulsing in his neck, his body shaking hard enough to rattle the framed print on the wall above.

Goddammit. What had he said?I shook my head to clear the muddle of sleep and reached for his words.Use my name. Calm voice. Keep talking. Slow. Don’t come close too soon.

Okay.“Rhys. Shhh, baby. Rhys.” I kept my voice gentle as I eased to the side of the bed and slowly dropped my feet to the floor.

“Get away from me!” He jerked back and drew his knees even higher, flattening against the wall like he was trying to disappear into it, and with a shaking hand extended in front of his body to ward me off.

I froze and slowly raised my hands. “Rhys, it’s me sweetheart. It’s Beck. Rhys.” At a snail’s pace, I slid down the edge of the bed until I sat on the floor. “Shhh, darling. Rhys. It’s okay.”

He stared like he didn’t know me, his jaw working, air rushing in and out of his chest.

“Rhys, it’s Beck. You’re safe, baby. You’re in your bedroom. You’re home. You’re safe, Rhys.”

He blinked rapidly, those frown lines deepening, if that were even possible. Then as if something suddenly switched on in his head, he quietened, and while he still stared, something loosened in his gaze and his eyes suddenly cleared. He slowly shook his head and a strangled cry broke from his throat. “Beck?” He released a shaky breath and stared at the room, frowning at my naked body, clad only in briefs, and the bedlinen strewn on the floor.

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