Page 57 of Bliss: Part 1
He used his free hand to tug the blanket higher, covering both our laps better. Then, with the hand I was holding, he pulled mine toward him and placed it right on top of the bulge in his shorts.
I froze for a second to look around quickly and make sure Dad and Odin were still distracted. They were both staring at the screen like nothing in the world could pull them out of the plot.
Rhys started guiding my hand, squeezing it lightly so I’d move, pressing me into him through the thin fabric. I followed his lead, letting him use my hand like he wanted to, massaging him slowly. The blanket hid everything, and no one seemed to notice.
I could feel his cock getting harder the longer I kept my hand on him. It pressed against my palm, thick and warm, straining against the fabric of his shorts like it was trying to push its way out. I kept rubbing him slowly. I knew that letting him slip out of his clothes in a room full of people was not an option. No matter how tempting it was, there was a line I wasn’t about to cross. Not here. That would be pushing it too far, even for me.
Still, I didn’t stop. I just kept my hand where it was, moving slowly, giving him pressure, feeling every twitch and pulse through the fabric. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t shift or act like he was on edge. For a moment I thought maybe he wasn’t even affected, but then I glanced up at him just to check.
His face looked relaxed. Not like he was bored, more like he was really enjoying this but didn’t want anyone else to notice. His expression was calm, which made me think he was probably working hard to keep it that way. If the roles were reversed, if someone had their face between my legs under this blanket, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my cool like that. I’d be squirming and gasping and trying not to give us away. But Rhys? He looked like this was just a regular Tuesday night for him.
I kept my eyes on the movie and let my hand do what it was doing, pretending like none of this was happening. And after a while, itstarted to feelnormal. Like this was just another part of our weird little routine, and rubbing his cock during family movie night was totally fine. Maybe that’s what it was becoming, and if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t really mind.
About an hour in, Rhys moved.
He shifted beside me and muttered something under his breath. I looked up, confused, and met his eyes. He didn’t explain. Just gave a quick nod toward the hallway, then took my hand off his cock and set it gently in my lap before standing up.
I watched him as he headed for the stairs, not sure what he wanted me to do. He paused near the edge of the room and glanced back at me, then pointed at the obvious bulge in his shorts.
Right. Now I understood.
“I need to pee,” I whispered to Dash as I tossed the blanket off my lap and draped it over his instead.
Dash raised an eyebrow, smirking like he saw right through me. “Of course you do,” he said, full of sarcasm.
I shot him a glare, but he didn’t say anything else. His smirk softened into something more supportive. As twisted and complicated as all of this was, he never made me feel judged. He’d made it clear from the beginning that I was in control. That none of this had to happen unless Iwantedit to. And if I ever decided I wanted to stop, he’d be the first to back me up.
But right now, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to see what Rhys had in mind.
At the top of the stairs, I turned left toward the guest bathroom. The one that barely got used by us unless someone was truly desperate. The light was already on, and Rhys was standing inside, grinning when he saw me.
“Come here,” he said, holding the door open.
I didn’t question it. Just walked in like this was the most natural thing in the world. As soon as I stepped inside, he shut the door behind me and locked it. And without saying anything else, he tugged his shorts down, letting them fall to his ankles.
“On your knees,” he said, as if this was something we’d scheduled ahead of time. Maybe hehadbeen planning it. I definitely hadn’t, but I didn’t mind it.
I glanced from his face to his cock, just taking a second to admire it. Thick, hard, flushed at the tip. There was something fascinating about how different all of them were. Four guys, all related in some way, and yet not a single one of them looked the same down there. Not that I was complaining. Not at all.
“Isn’t this…going to take a while?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on his cock.
He smirked. “You already got me halfway there downstairs. It won’t take long.”
I looked up, and the playful glint in his eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. “Tripp told me you’re good with your mouth.”
That made me laugh awkwardly. “Oh, uh…I guess.”
“So?” he raised an eyebrow. “Unless you want to start all over and work me back up, I suggest you get on your knees.”
Honestly, that didn’t sound like a bad idea. Starting over would mean more time alone with him, but that also meant more risk. The longer we were away, the more likely Dad and Odin downstairs would start wondering where we were.
“Okay,” I said quietly, then moved closer and got down in front of him.
I looked at his cock again as I reached up and wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the weight of it, the warmth. I gave him a few slow strokes before leaning in and taking him into my mouth.
Rhys let out a deep groan the moment I did. His hands came to my head, fingers combing gently through my hair. “God,” he murmured, his voice low and breathless. “That mouth feels so fucking good.”
That made me proud. I wanted him to feel like this. I wantedallof them to feel like this when they were with me. And maybe I wanted them to wantonlyme like this from now on. That probably made me selfish, but I wanted them all to myself.
