Page 39 of Pitch Prince

“You fucking tease,” Rhys whispered. I licked a strip back up his stomach just to piss him off before kissing back downwards again, nuzzling between his thigh and his balls before taking one of them into my mouth. He moaned, low and deep, a noise that made my cock twitch.

“Come up here, I want to try something,” said Rhys before I could push up his legs to tease his hole with my tongue.I slid back up his body thinking he wanted me above him but he gestured for me to lay down on my back. I laid on the bed and Rhys manoeuvred himself so that he was straddling my face. I couldn’t see his face through his legs but I felt as the warmth of his mouth engulfed my cock.

Rhys’ arse inched closer to my face and I knew what he wanted. I parted his cheeks with my thumbs and ran my tongue from the back of his balls, over his taint and to his tight hole. When he groaned on my cock, the vibrations sent shivers through me. I licked and prodded at his hole with my tongue as he sucked on my cock, and every moan and groan I managed to prise out of him just added directly to my own pleasure. After a few blissful minutes, Rhys moved himself so that he was facing me.

“Why’d you move?” I asked, but Rhys said very little as he reached over to the bedside table to pull out the little tube of lube. I had to resist licking my lips as he reached back to prepare his hole, then slicked up my cock with the lube. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” I replied. Rhys straddled me and positioned my cock carefully at the edge of his hole.

“Or would you rather I fuck myself on you?” he asked, then he impaled himself on my cock in one quick motion. I yelped in pleasure as I was suddenly engulfed in the hot, tight heat of him.

Rhys pulled up and then thrust himself down again, and every movement made us groan in harmony. He built up a steady rhythm but the strain of doing so had him covered in a sheen of sweat in minutes. He rested on one hand and used the other to stroke himself as I watched. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said. He grinned and panted through open lips as he continued to spear himself on my cock.

He kept up a pace that drove me insane. It was quick enough to give me so much pleasure but not enough to edge me to the point of orgasm that I was craving. But I let Rhys keep up the pace. Longer sex was not a complaint in my eyes.

Rhys started to shudder on top of me and the pace stuttered as he groaned. “Fuck, Callum. I’m going to…”

“Finish all over me, baby,” I said. Rhys stroked himself hard and fast and came over me and the bed with a groan. He fell forward onto me, his hands on either side of my head.

“Fuck me,” he said quietly. I let my hands lock around the back of his neck and I pulled him toward me to kiss, finally allowing myself to set the pace. I jackhammered into him as fast as I could. He laid almost flat on me, cum and sweat immaterial as I got closer to the point of finishing. I groaned as I got close, so close…and then I was finishing inside him, locked together to the hilt and covered in bodily fluids.

Rhys laughed as he leaned back, easing me out of him gently. “Gross,” he said, looking down at the mess he had made all over my stomach and chest. I swiped one hand down his sticky chest and we both laughed. Sexwasgross, but it was great when it was with Rhys.

He walked over to the bathroom door. “Two minutes?” he asked, and I nodded. I heard the shower turn on and waited patiently for the allotted time. I knew I’d join him in the shower and we would kiss languidly, sensually and wash the sex off one another. I knew afterwards we would cuddle and either watch a film or sleep. I knew him, and loving him was instinctual. I just wished I had the courage to move our relationship into the outside world.

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I stroked idly at Rhys’s hair as he laid on my chest. We seemed to sleep apart when we first got into bed, but found each other in the night. Every single night.

For once, I seemed to be the one who was awake first. Rhys had always been an early riser, but the rugby game and last night’s fun seemed to have taken it out of him. I enjoyed listening to his heavy breaths and the feeling of his hard, toned body pressed up against my softer one. The advantage of having more body fat meant I was an excellent pillow.

“Huh? Who stole the yellow weasel?” Rhys looked up at me with his eyes blank and unknowing before they came into focus. “Sorry. Weird dream.”

His phone buzzed, and I kissed him gently even as I held in a laugh. “Must have been a very strange dream.”

“The strangest dream is falling in lo…for a retired Scottish rugby player,” he said.

“Hey, I wasn’t retired when you started falling for me,” I joked. “Though now I know it was a dream of yours…maybe I should get to pinch you wherever I like to make sure you’re not dreaming.”

His phone buzzed again, but Rhys’ hand drifted between my thigh and my chest as he laughed. “Either way, a retired rugby player is very much what I got.”

The phone buzzed again. “You’re popular this morning,” I said.

“Ignore it. I bet it’s my mum finally watching the match on catch-up,” he said.

“Ignore it? what would you have me do instead?” I asked. Rhys started toying with my morning wood idly as we kissed slowly. There was no urgency in the morning and I loved it.

His phone started buzzing relentlessly then as he got a call. “For fuck’s sake!” he rolled over to grab his phone. “I’ll just silence this and then…oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My heart beat an irregular rhythm at his words. Had we been found out? Had someone died? “What’s up?” I asked.

“I don’t even know if I want you to…ah, fuck it. Just see for yourself.”

Rhys passed his phone to me with his eyes covered dramatically. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw on screen. Finn Roberts, obviously having had a drink from the way his eyes weren’t in focus, looking up at the camera with a penis in his mouth. From what I could see it looked like the video had been taken outdoors as he was kneeling on grass. He was an enthusiastic participant to say the least.

“Did he send this to you?” I asked. I had no idea how much Rhys had told him about our relationship but I still didn’t want him sending this kind of thing out of the blue. Rhys wasmine.

“No, no. It’s all over Twitter. The whole team has been texting me asking if I’ve seen him, if he’s OK, and there are journalists reaching out to me for comment like it’s something I should care about.”

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