by A. D. Ellis
“And how are you feeling about the studio and your work now?” I pulled my leg up to curl it under me and leaned into Rhys’s side.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be one hundred percent confident in my work. But I loved what you said about bringing together our similarities and differences, both in us and in our work.” Rhys leaned over to kiss me. “I’m sorry I acted like I thought you’d copy my work. That was an asshole thing to say. I know you’d never.”
“So, what are you feeling about this?” I gestured between us.
“I want it. I want it back like it was, but…I know this may sound selfish, and maybe you aren’t on the same page, I’d like it to be more.” Rhys’s eyes met mine.
“More? If by more you mean we date and do normal couple stuff along with the amazing sex, I’m so totally on that page.” I nuzzled his neck. “I think what we started was fine when we thought it would be a few hookups and maybe some casual sex for a few months. But when we started to realize we had more of a connection, we weren’t sure how to handle that. Then the building screw-up threw us for a loop for sure.” I kissed along his jaw. “I think we’re lucky we both have siblings to set us straight and tell us to get our heads out of our asses. I think the exact words Bode used were ‘Suck it up, Buttercup.’”
Rhys chuckled. “Caroline basically said the same. Even my dead father got in on the fun. Today, all I could think of was a phrase he used to say. You gotta risk it if you want the biscuit. Those words are what finally gave me the courage to ask you to come over tonight.”
“So, wait. Am I the biscuit?” I teased.
Rhys was quiet for a moment. “I think you’re the biscuit on a small scale. On a larger scale, the biscuit is happiness, contentment, love, success.”
My heart soared and I whispered, “You want to risk it?”
Rhys studied me for several beats before smiling. “I do. I want to risk it. I want to risk the feelings and emotions and possible heartache, and I want to do it with you. If you’ll have me.”
“I’ll take that risk as long as you’re by my side.” I fought the sting of tears and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Come on, my biscuit. I think we’ve done enough talking for now.” Rhys stood from the couch and pulled me to stand with him. “You okay with that?”
I nodded. “I’m so okay with that.” My body sang with anticipation. Sex with Rhys had been amazing since that first time and had gotten better every time since. I couldn’t explain why it always seemed so fantastic. It was like we had this physical connection, but it went beyond that. And it made our recent struggle to communicate even more frustrating and confusing. How could two people be so drawn to each other, so in-tune to each other, so connected on a physical level, yet unable to express feelings and emotions? I guess we were more mature and intelligent in some ways than others. My heart was full; I had high hopes that this was a turning point for us.
“I want to do everything, all at once.” Rhys stripped his shirt over his head and shucked his pants and underwear off in one swift move.
I swallowed thickly as his dick slapped his lower abdomen. I yanked my shirt over my head and removed my pants. With my cock straining behind the orange mesh, I cupped myself. “Suck me.” My breath hitched as Rhys hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.
“Did you wear these for me?” He kissed my neck, his lips and tongue hot against my skin.
I nodded.
Rhys shimmied the mesh down my legs.
I kicked and the orange material flew across the room.
“Lie down, head at the foot of the bed.” Rhys gave me a tiny push.
When he joined me on the bed, with his head at the opposite end, I knew what he wanted and my mouth watered. I reached for his hips and pulled him close, nuzzled the light thatch of neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock, and trailed my tongue along the throbbing vein until I reached his leaking slit. I tongued him and savored his salty bitterness. As I played and teased, Rhys gripped my cock and stroked before sucking me deep to the back of his throat.
I gasped and thrust deep. “You want me to fuck your face?”
Rhys nodded as his hot, wet mouth devoured my cock.
“Only if you do the same. I want to choke on this beautiful dick.” I gripped Rhys’s ass and pulled him forward so his hard length slid deep in my mouth.
We thrust and sucked, swallowed and gagged, fondled each other’s balls and teased fingers at the other’s pucker. My balls drew up tight as Rhys’s finger slipped deeper into my hole. My release shot deep in his throat and I shuddered as he took all of what I gave him. Knowing I wanted to do more to Rhys, I popped off his cock before he could come.
Rhys groaned in protest, but I rolled him to his stomach and lifted his hips. As his legs spread and his gorgeous ass opened for me, I licked my lips. Pressing kisses along the round globes of his ass, I trailed a finger against his hole. I placed hands on both cheeks and exposed his dusky pink pucker. I blew against his sensitive skin before flicking my tongue into the most intimate part of his body.
Rhys moaned. “Enjoy my ass while you can, because next round I’m going to own your hole.”
“Promises, promises,” I murmured before dipping my tongue into his tightness. I buried my face deep and breathed in the fresh scent of soap and Rhys’s familiar musk. “Stroke yourself,” I commanded.
Rhys reached for his cock and I took his fist in mine and pumped.
“I’m gonna come, Benji. Fuck me with your tongue.” Rhys panted and thrust into our joined hands.
I pressed my tongue against his hole and thrust in and out until his body tensed and he spilled himself with a roar.
Rhys collapsed and I moved to lie next to him. “Rest up,” he murmured.
“Cuddle with me for twenty minutes. I’ll be good to go by then.” I allowed Rhys to wrap his arms around me and I snuggled into his chest. Being back in Rhys’s embrace felt like everything was right in the world.
10
Rhys
Benji was back in my arms, in my bed, in my life and it felt as if all was right in the world. How could one person complete me so completely? We had to work on our communication, especially when it came to our artwork and the business and things we were somewhat unpracticed at and insecure with. But sex with Benji, holding him in my arms, was like the perfect puzzle piece clicking into place. Like my heart, body, and mind all sighed and everything aligned just right. All because of this man.
We dozed for a bit.
I woke him with nibbles on his earlobe. “You want to eat?”
“Mmm,” he mumbled. “Still full from eating your ass,” he teased.
I snorted. “In that case, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re trembling and begging. Then I’ll let you come. We can eat cold pizza later.” I pressed my thickening cock against him. “Will you stay the night?” Was that too much? Was I moving too quickly?
“I packed a bag. Left it in the car, just in case you didn’t want me to.”
“I want you to,” I mumbled against his mouth before I kissed him.
“And I want you to fuck me.” Benji rolled from my arms and rummaged in the bedside table. He produced a condom and lube with a smile, but his face fell into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I took his hand.
“Just a thought that maybe the condoms and lube in that drawer weren’t there just for us. Were you with anyone after me?” He worried his bottom lip. “Not that it’s a deal-breaker. I know we hadn’t agreed to anything exclusive.”
I shook my head. “No. No one else. Not while I was with you and not since you. I was too busy with the studio. And I didn’t want anyone else.”
He smiled softly and nodded. “Same.” He tossed the foil packet and bottle to the side. “I think you promised to fuck me.” Benji moved to the middle of the bed and got on all fours, ass in the air, leaning on his elbows.
My dick moved from thick and heavy to hard and throbbing at the sight of Benji presenting hi
mself for me to fuck, to take, to own. I moved behind him and tongued his ass until he was sloppy wet with my spit. I smacked my cock against his hole. When I should have reached for the condom and lube, I froze.
Benji glanced over his shoulder and wiggled his ass. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to do it like this, roll over.” I wasn’t sure why, but our usual doggy style position seemed impersonal and cold. Like it was perfect for sex with a stranger, just right for random hook ups, exactly what I might have wanted with a casual partner. But it wasn’t what I wanted with Benji.
Benji rolled over, his brows raised. “Better?” He spread his legs and stroked his hard length.
I nodded. “I’m not saying I won’t fuck you that way ever again, but something about tonight seems more intimate. I want to see your face, want you to see my cock driving into your ass. Want to be able to kiss you.” I reached for the foil packet, ripped it open and rolled the latex down my shaft. After a few pumps of lube, I slicked my cock and worked the liquid into Benji’s ass. Pushing his knees toward his chest, I gripped my cock and pressed at his hole. I’d never tire of watching his body open for me, suck me in, cling to my dick. As I fed my length into him inch by inch, Benji gasped and held his legs behind his knees.
“Always feels like you’re going to tear me open, so damn huge,” Benji panted as he lifted his head to watch me take his ass.
“God, I’ve missed this. Missed your tight ass, missed holding you, touching you.” I pressed the rest of the way in and groaned when my balls pressed tightly against Benji’s ass. “Missed you, us.”
Benji whimpered. “I missed us too.” He let his calves rest against my shoulders and gripped his cock in a fist. “Need you to fuck me now. Please.”
I pulled out and slammed back in, reveling in the tight heat of Benji’s body. I set a long, slow, hard thrusting rhythm and leaned forward to kiss him. “I never want to lose this again,” I murmured against his lips.
“Same.” Benji opened his mouth, our tongues thrusting together.
I’d missed everything about him. His touch, his kiss, his scent, his flavor. I wanted to keep him, protect him, own him. But as much as I wanted all that, I wanted to be his, let him protect me, be owned by him. The balance of strength and fragility between us heated my blood and made my heart thump harder. We were the same, yet different. Strong and independent, yet soft and needy. And I wanted it all, wanted it with Benji. With a groan, I rocked my cock hard and deep into his ass until he cried out and painted his stomach and chest. I thrust a few more times and unloaded deep in his hot channel.
After a few moments of catching my breath, I pulled out slowly.
Benji shifted his legs from their bent position with a moan. “Ahhh, gonna feel that tomorrow. I don’t think my legs have ever bent that way.”
I fell onto him and loved the way he twisted his legs up with mine. “That was fucking amazing.” I kissed him. “You’re amazing.”
“We’ve got spunk drying between us. We should shower,” Benji murmured against my neck. His stomach rumbled loudly.
We laughed.
“And then we should eat. I think my appetite is finally back.”
Our steamy shower was unhurried as we lazily kissed and slowly stroked each other to gentle, shuddering orgasms.
“I hate that we lost any time, but I’m so glad we’ve found our way back to each other.” I pressed Benji against the tile wall and licked water droplets from his jaw before teasing his lips with my tongue.
He cocked his head as if thinking. “I don’t know. I agree that I hate we lost that time, but I honestly think it was good for us. As much as it sucked to find out about the building mess-up, sharing our studio likely allowed for us to stay together more so than separate businesses would have. I think we would have gone our separate ways and never come back together because of the competition factor. This way, we were forced to stay in close proximity and when we realized how much we missed each other, we didn’t have such a vast distance separating us.” He frowned. “Does that make sense? It sounded better in my head.”
I kissed him hard, smacking our lips together. “It makes complete sense. I guess this is one of those situations where things going against our plans ended up working out better than we ever could have imagined.”
“Yeah.” Benji leaned his forehead against mine. “I’m excited to have you as my business partner and travel on this journey with you.”
“So just business partners?” My gut twisted.
Benji smiled. “Business partners on this business journey. Friends and lovers on a personal journey?”
I thought about that for a moment. “Can we be all of the above on both journeys? Combine them all? Partners in business and on a personal side? Taking the whole journey together?”
Benji nodded. “Can’t say I’m not a little scared of what happens if the business or personal side of things take a turn for the worse.”
“Let’s not borrow trouble.” I kissed his nose. “So, officially boyfriends? No more just random hooking up?”
“Oh, there will be random hooking up,” Benji teased. “But I love the sound of boyfriends.”
We dried off and I ran down to Benji’s car for his bag.
When I returned, he was lounging naked on the couch.
“Mmm, maybe I should just keep you naked all the time.” I tossed him his bag with a laugh.
We settled in with pizza, beers, and a movie. Within forty-five minutes, we realized we’d been talking and had no clue what the movie was about.
Benji yawned.
“You want to head to bed?” I turned off the television.
He nodded. “I need to set an alarm. I have to run home tomorrow to change before the studio opens.”
I pulled him to his feet. “No worries. You think tomorrow will be as good as today was?”
Benji pursed his lips. “Actually, I’m thinking it could maybe be better. A lot of people will be off work, so I’m hoping we’ll have a bigger crowd. Maybe some from today will come back?” He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
When I pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile. “That would be amazing. Let’s plan on tomorrow being as good or better than today. We’ll need to get extra pastries in case we have a bigger crowd. Maybe some who visited today will be back to buy tomorrow.”
We brushed our teeth, side-by-side at the sink, bumping hips and sharing frothy smiles, and I knew without a doubt that I’d never been so happy. My life seemed to be falling into perfect place and I couldn’t help but think it was because I had Benji by my side.
I climbed into bed and let Benji be the big spoon. He pulled me close, our shirtless skin warm together, my ass fitting perfectly against his groin. His sharp intake of breath had me breathing heavily.
“We should sleep.” I whispered and wiggled my ass against his plump cock.
“Yeah, we should. Which means you should probably stop rubbing your ass against me like that.” Benji’s soft, gravely words against my ear made me shiver.
“Or what?”
“Or I might get the wrong idea. Might think you’re more interested in fucking than in sleeping.” He reached down to stroke my cock.
“I want you in me.” I pressed my dick against his palm and rubbed my ass against his now rock-hard cock.
Benji groaned. “Yes,” he hissed. “Just like this. Take your pants off.” He rolled to the side and I heard him rummaging for a condom.
I shucked my pants off and squeezed my shaft. I felt Benji take off his pants and heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper before the click of the lube bottle and then he was back against me.
“Lift this leg.” He tapped my left leg.
I lifted my leg and draped it over his as his slick dick pressed against my ass.
Benji ran a slippery finger against my hole and teased into my body.
“Just want your cock,” I pleaded.
Benji pressed his cock head at my pucker.
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I like the sting.” It was true. I was the one most often fucking Benji, but I enjoyed taking his long dick from time to time. And the stretch and sting were part of what I loved the most about it.
Benji moaned and slowly pushed into my ass. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I gasped as my body fought against his invasion. Pushing back against him, I breathed through the hot pain. Then he slid inside and I sighed at how perfectly he fit in me.
“Fuck, you’re like fire and so damn tight.” Benji rocked his hips and fucked me with a strong, slow rhythm. He reached down and cupped my balls, pressed against my taint, and then took my hard length in his fist and stroked. “I want to fuck you bare. Want to fill you and watch it leak from your hole.”
My breath caught in my chest. “Yes, want that. Can we? Get to the clinic and make sure we’re free of anything?”
“Definitely. Can’t wait to have your bare cock buried deep, your hot seed exploding in me. I want it to drip from my ass and feel you press it back in with your dick.” Benji continued pumping into me and stroking my cock.
“Love it when you talk dirty.” My balls drew up tight and I spilled over Benji’s fist only seconds before he thrust deep and his dick pulsed in my ass.
After a quick clean up, we curled up together under the comforter.
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
“G’night,” Benji mumbled.
Our studio was open, we’d had a great first-day crowd, my boyfriend was back in my bed. Life was good. I couldn’t wait to get busy on new pieces in the studio.
I came awake slowly and smiled at the warm skin plastered to my side. Benji was a cuddler and waking to his naked body pressed to mine was something I’d missed terribly.
“I gotta piss, but I wouldn’t mind a quickie before I leave,” Benji murmured against my shoulder as he rocked his hips against my thigh.
“Can probably be arranged.” I palmed myself and groaned as I watched Benji roll from bed and saunter his perfect ass to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then the sink turn on.