Page 60 of The Wedding Planner's Manny
I loved watching Caleb and him like this, so comfortable with each other.
When Rhys was done reading Caleb his story, I stepped into the room to kiss my son goodnight. A good ending to a long day.Ifthe day was over yet. Out in the hallway again, I remembered that Rhys had something to tell me. Something that he wasn't sure should worry me.
“Where's Nathan?” I asked as Rhys took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I wondered if he was staying over tonight. He did that with some frequency these days, which was fine with me—I never wanted him to leave.
“Nathan's at a friend's house. He asked if it was okay if he spent the night. I said you would call if he needed to come home.”
“I don't mind if he spends the night at a friend's house.” He'd been behaving lately, and to be honest, I was just glad to hear he had friends at all. “What's this friend's name?”
“Raphael Collins.” Rhys closed the bedroom door behind us and gave me a short kiss as soon as he did, as if he couldn't wait to get me out of my clothes tonight.
“The Collins are good people,” I murmured as Rhys ran a hand under my shirt.
“Yeah? I'm glad,” Rhys responded, but by the way his lips sought mine again, I could tell he wasn't interested in this conversation anymore. I couldn't blame him, because my attention was drifting too.
Rhys’ omega scent was strong tonight, and that was all I could focus on. That, and how much I wanted him.
“God, Rhys,” I said on an exhale when he fiddled with the fly of my pants and slipped his hand inside. He wasn't usually so aggressive—not that I didn't like it.
“Lean back and relax,” he whispered into my ear. And then he yanked down my pants and sank down on his knees before me.
“Rhys...” Was he really going to...?
Yes, he was.
My brain short-circuited as Rhys wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and enveloped the head with his lips. I was reminded of the first time we'd had sex and I'd let him have his way with me.
He'd taken me into his mouth then too, but tonight, he seemed even more determined to get me off this way. Not that it would be difficult. Just the image of Rhys on his knees, my cock stretching his lips, was doing a number on my brain. I was hard so fast it almost made my head spin. What had gotten into Rhys?
Whatever it was, though, it was good.Reallygood. The way Rhys swirled his tongue around me nearly made my knees go weak. I rested my hands on his shoulders—for the contact, but also so I wouldn't topple over.
Rhys seemed to take this as an encouragement to go on. He made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat, and the vibrations felt like heaven on my cock. I didn't think this evening could get any better—until Rhys took me deeper.
No lie, I was kind of proud of myself for not passing out in pure bliss at that moment. I didn't know Rhys could deep-throat, but he did it so well I almost forgot all about being quiet—which was a bad idea if I didn't want Caleb to get out of bed and come over to ask what was wrong.
No, this was not a scene for Caleb's eyes, even if I was loving what I was seeing. I gazed down at my omega through half-lidded eyes. He was so beautiful and perfect and so, so good to me right now, his face flushed and his mouth full of my cock.
“Rhys...” I murmured again, because I didn't know what else to say. It was the only thought on my mind.
He let me slip out for a moment, smiled at me, and then his hands gripped my thighs as he went back to work. I could tell he meant business this time too. He went deep again right away, as if he didn't want to give me a chance to recover. I threw my head back and clenched my teeth to keep in the moan that wanted to escape. He was too much. I cursed. Rhys made a muffled noise as if he wanted to laugh and the way his throat worked around me in that moment did me in.
I tried to warn Rhys, but I couldn't hold back a second longer. My hips jerked as I came, releasing myself in my omega's mouth. He didn't seem to mind, his fingers digging into my thighs as he swallowed around me. “God, you're amazing,” I whispered as he licked the last drops of cum from my cock and grinned at me.
“I'm glad you enjoyed that,” he said.
“I more than enjoyed that.” I pulled him up so I could kiss him, and when I let my hand stray down between us, I found that he had enjoyed himself too, judging by the hard bulge in his pants. He hadn't finished yet, but I was sure it wouldn't take much. Steering him toward the bed, I pushed him down on it.
“You don't need to return the favor,” he said, even as I opened his belt. “I only wanted to make you happy.”
“What if I want to make you happy too?”
That shut him up, and the next sound he made was one of bliss as I ran my tongue up the length of his cock. I was going to take that as permission to keep going. I was right that it didn't take long to make him come in the state he was in. In fact, he was so responsive to every motion of my tongue on him, squirming and jerking his hips in an almost feverish way, that I began to wonder if anyone had ever
'returned the favor' to him before.
From what I knew of his marriage, probably not.
That thought only made me redouble my efforts, though. If this was Rhys' first time receiving a blow job, I was going to make it a good one. Even if it was a short one. Rhys didn't last five minutes once I took him into my mouth. He came with a little cry that I couldn't begrudge him. I simply hoped Caleb hadn't heard.
