Page 34 of Power Move
Soaking up the praise, I love the way he lets me set the pace. I back off, then take him in again, swirling my tongue over his sensitive head.
Both of his hands are in my hair now, and he thrusts, pushing himself deeper, into my throat. I swallow around him, my cock stirring at the promises of what he wants to do to me spilling from his mouth. His slow rhythm is controlled, and I know he won’t let loose here. There’s not enough privacy.
I long to see what he’ll be like when we have forty acres to ourselves over the summer.
On a groan, he pulls back, smoothing his hands through my hair. “Your turn.”
He kneels in front of me. Kisses me deeply. Then taps my ass. “Stand up.”
I do, holding onto his shoulders.
Still on his knees, he dips his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and eases them down. My briefs are blue striped cotton that hug my cock and balls. He works me through the material, his gaze hungry, and then he mouths a path over my cock.
Clinging to the sink, I arch into him. “Please. More.”
My blood thrills when he works the material down, pushing it to my ankles. He encircles one and lifts, freeing me from the clothes, before repeating the same thing with my other ankle.
Wrapping his hand around my cock, he looks at me, his gaze hooded. “Lube?”
I force my buzzing brain to spring into action. Lube, in his bag, that’s unzipped and open right beside me. My fingers trembling, I open the cap, then pour some into his hand.
Rhys takes me into his mouth. He sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks. My hands flail, searching for purchase. I grab for the counter, and my other hand slides into his soft hair.
His hands stroke over my ass, massaging their way closer to the cleft. One big hand holds me open and then a blunt fingertip teases my hole.
“Rhys.” I gasp, rocking into that tight heat and then onto the finger breaching me.
He moans, and the vibrations are too much. That finger goes deeper, retreats, and then he pushes a second one inside, and pegs my prostate. Tugging on his hair, I bite my lip, desperate to keep myself quiet. But my blood’s rushing under my skin, pleasure’s shooting through me, and then he adds a third finger, and takes me into his throat.
“Fuck.” My orgasm crashes through me. Groaning, I shake in his arms as he drinks me down. He keeps up the pressure, stroking that spot inside me, prolonging my pleasure.
When he releases me, my legs are wobbly. Rhys stands, lifts me into his arms, urging my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.
He hands me the lube. “Get me ready?”
I pour some into my hand, reach between us, and fist his cock. His head tips back at the touch. “Do you want a condom?”
We’ve been tested through the team, and shared our results with each other. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“Me neither.” He kisses me again and maneuvers us so my upper back is leaning against the wall. Then he lines up, and with his gaze on mine, pushes inside, slow and steady, all the way to the hilt. “Feels amazing being bare inside you.”
The fact that there’s nothing between us, that we’ve agreed we don’t want there to be, makes this more intimate in a way, more vulnerable too, like our commitment to each other has reached a new level.
“Oh, fuck.” I cling to him, sinking down fully. He’s so deep like this. “I love it too.”
His mouth is on mine, and his hands grip my ass. It feels like they’re splitting me open wider for him, and that makes me ache. “Sage,” his breath teases my face. “You feel so good.”
He thrusts over and over. My heels digging into his ass, I meet him, urging him on faster and faster. I’m hard again, and ready to come with him.
“Fist yourself,” he pants, sweat on his brow. “I’m gonna come. Want you with me.”
With one hand on my cock, I do as he requests. My other arm wrapped around his neck, our faces close and flushed, our gazes locked, and I feel the tremble in his body that happens before his orgasm overtakes him. His hands grow rougher, his thrusts and kisses do too, and then his head goes back, tendons standing out on his neck. His groan fills the room as he paints me inside with his release.
I follow him right over, my come covering his stomach, my heart pounding in my chest, and my gaze full of Rhys.
He presses soft kisses all over my face. When his lips touch mine, I keep him there, trading lazy kisses, not ready to leave the closeness of being with him like this.
A door bangs somewhere in the house, followed by the faint sound of voices. Rhys raises his head. “How about that shower?”
