Sweet Surrender (The Den Boys Book 4)

by A. T Brennan

  MY DISCHARGE TOOK LONGER than usual, and we didn't get out of the hospital until almost nine. Rhys took me home so I could shower before my appointment.

  “Do you want to join me?” I asked shyly as I pulled off the sweats he'd brought for me to wear.

  “Oh hell, yeah.” Rhys grinned and stripped off his clothes so quickly I almost expected to see them hovering in midair like in a cartoon.

  I laughed and finished getting undressed before we made our way into the bathroom. Rhys stood behind me, his hands resting on my hips as I started the water and waited for it to heat up.

  My dick really liked feeling him behind me, and I was hard before I'd finished setting the water temperature.

  Rhys's hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me back, just enough that I could feel the tip of his hard cock in the cleft of my ass.

  I moaned and put my hands on his, holding him tight as Rhys's lips trailed over my shoulder and up my neck. I nudged back on him, trying to tell him I wanted him inside me, but he angled his hips away.

  “As much as I want you, right now isn't the time,” he said after he'd turned me around in his arms so we were face-to-face. “I want our next time to be special, not a quickie in the shower.”

  I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. He was right, and while I loved that he wanted to make love to me and not just fuck me, my dick still wanted some action.

  Rhys pulled me into the shower and yelped as soon as the water hit his back.

  “Holy hell, you take hot showers.” Rhys shifted us around so I was under the spray.

  “Sorry, I probably should have warned you.” I reached down and turned the temperature down so it was a little cooler. It was true. I liked my showers hot enough to leave my skin red. Rhys apparently did not.

  When the water had cooled, Rhys picked up my shampoo and helped me wet my hair before pouring some of the shampoo in his hand. I'd never had anyone wash my hair before, and feeling his strong hands massaging the suds into my scalp was so relaxing and, unfortunately for my dick, arousing.

  I tried to keep my hard-on under control as Rhys guided my head under the spray to wash the shampoo from my hair. Because of my curls, my hair was a lot longer when it was wet, and I ended up with it covering half my face before it was shampoo-free.

  Rhys and I were both laughing as we pushed my hair back from my face, but my laughter stopped when he picked up my body wash and squirted some in his hand. My breath caught as he began rubbing his hands over my body, spreading the wash as he did.

  “Rhys...” I breathed as his hand wrapped around my cock. I was so hard I ached, and I pulled in a shuddering breath as he began to stroke my shaft, long and slow.

  His lips closed over mine, kissing me deep and hard as he angled his hips so he could grasp both of our dicks at the same time. His hand made a tight channel around us, and between the body wash and our pre-cum, it was slick and smooth.

  My arms went around his shoulders, clinging to him as we kissed and he stroked us. My legs felt weak as the pleasure inside me grew. I was so on edge I knew it wouldn't take much to make me come, and I hoped Rhys wasn't too far behind because I didn't know how long I could hold off.

  My hips began thrusting, pumping my cock in and out of his hand. Rhys kept still, and I loved the feel of his silky shaft rubbing against mine as I set a pace I could tolerate.

  Everything was too much and not enough. His kisses were deep and hot, but at the same time sweet. His rock-hard body against mine felt incredible, but his free hand was resting on the top of my ass, even though my body was desperate for more contact.

  I was barely aware of the water still raining down on my back as my body tightened and my nerve endings crackled to life. I was so close, and my legs were shaking with the effort of trying to keep upright.

  Without warning, Rhys's hand slipped down, and his fingers teased my hole. That was enough to send me over the edge, and I came with a cry as my body gave out and my orgasm took over.

  Rhys's strong arm held me up as my legs buckled. I couldn't kiss him anymore, but he kept our lips touching as I cried out against them. Just as my orgasm began to wane, Rhys's hand tightened around us as he stroked hard and fast. The extra stimulation kept my pleasure going, and I wrenched my eyes open so I could watch Rhys come.

  His body jerked against mine, his finger pushing inside me as he gripped my ass. That little bit extra was enough to send me crashing into what felt like a second orgasm, although my spent dick didn't have any cum left to shoot.

  “Holy fuck.” I lay my head on Rhys shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He didn't answer, knowing I wouldn't hear him, but nodded to let me know he was just as moved as I was.

  We stayed like this until the water started to run cold, then quickly finished up and got out of the shower. We didn't have much time for me to get to my appointment, so we dried off and got dressed. I wasn't hungry, but I had to eat to keep my blood sugar level up, so Rhys had picked me up some meal replacement shakes that could be consumed cold or warm and stashed half of them in my fridge while keeping the rest in his car. I drank one on the ride to my doctor's office, and while it wasn't bad, it certainly didn't taste like the triple chocolate the label claimed it was.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rhys

  CALEB'S APPOINTMENT seemed to take forever. We'd managed to get there on time and only had a ten-minute wait. Caleb had looked like he wanted to offer to let me come with him, but I'd encouraged him to go alone. It wasn't that I didn't want to be part of his medical appointments, because I absolutely did. It was that I wanted to give him some privacy after having an audience of either me or Lizzie while he'd been in the hospital.

  The waiting room was nice and a little crowded. I sat in the corner playing a game on my phone as I tried not to let my mind wander too much.

  I was worried about Caleb. He'd had four seizures in the time that I'd known him, and by some stroke of luck, I'd been there for all of them. I knew the incident that landed him in the hospital was because he'd missed his medication, but he'd told me the other two hadn't been triggered by anything specific.

  It scared me to think that he might be alone the next time he had one, and a panic button didn't sound like enough of a safety net. A service dog seemed like the most obvious and best option, but I knew fuck all about how to go about getting one.

  Did you get a dog and take it to special classes? Is that what cost so much? Or did they come already trained? Was there a single organization that did all service dogs, or were there options?

  I'd looked at the resources the hospital staff had given him, but it was essentially all links to organizations that sponsored people to get dogs and had no information on how to go about it on your own. I knew looking it up online would just confuse the fuck out of me, so I made a mental note to talk to Tristan about it the next time I saw him. He'd been offered a dog after his PTSD diagnosis but had declined. He also knew several vets who'd gotten dogs, so he'd at least have a starting point, even if it was military.

  I was still thinking about how to talk to Caleb about getting his name on whatever list he needed to in order to get a dog when he came out of the back of the office, looking grim.

  Everything okay?

  He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his curls back from his face. I'm starting a new medication.

  You don't look happy with that.

  We made our way out of the office and toward my car.

  I liked the old one. It worked pretty well as long as I took it properly, and it had almost no side effects.

  This one is different?

  He's trying me on benzos.

  I don't know what that is.

  It's a class of drugs we've been avoiding. They're habit forming, and the side effects can be severe. They're sort of a last-ditch effort to get things under control before putting me on a long-term medicine that's less addictive.

  So they'd only be temporary?

  Yeah
. He wants to get my seizures under control with clonazepam. Caleb spelled the word out for me. Then in a few months, he'll wean me off them and put me on something milder.

  We reached my car and stopped at the passenger's door.

  If it helps, then a few months isn't too bad, right?

  No, I've just been avoiding them because you can get addicted to them. I already have enough crazy stuff going on in my body. An addiction to my meds is the last thing I need.

  But that's the only side effect, right?

  Oh no. There's also dizziness, concentration issues, coordination problems, and drowsiness.

  Shit.

  Yeah. Exactly why I wanted to stay away from them.

  Are you hungry? You haven't eaten much today, and I'm getting there.

  I could eat.

  Great. Hop in the car. There's somewhere I want to take you.

  I loved that Caleb didn't even question me. He just grinned and waited for me to unlock the car before he climbed in.

  I drove us to my apartment and smiled at him when I parked the car in my space.

  Your place? He asked, looking at me.

  I realized you've never been here. I thought I could cook for us.

  That's really nice, thank you.

  We climbed out of the car, and I took his hand as we made our way into my building. My apartment was mostly clean. I'd made sure to do a quick cleanup before leaving to pick him up from the hospital. I gave him a quick tour, then settled him on the couch with the TV while I went into the kitchen to make us a late lunch of grilled chicken wraps and sweet potato fries with my homemade spicy mayo dipping sauce.

  Caleb raved about my cooking as we ate our food, and the praise did funny things to my stomach. I'd always enjoyed cooking, but Violet and Tristan were the only ones I'd ever made anything for. They'd always let me know how much they enjoyed my food, but coming from Caleb, it meant so much more.

  “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I asked after Caleb had helped me clean up. I had a decent-sized kitchen considering the size of my apartment, and I liked how domestic and natural it felt as we both moved around the space.

  “Maybe you could show me your room again?” he asked with a shy smile, his face flushing pink. God, I loved when he blushed.

  “Oh? Sure. We can do that.” I nodded for him to follow me and led him to my room. “So, anything in particular you want to do?”

  Caleb's mouth opened like he was going to say something, but instead he blushed and pulled his hearing aids out and put them on my dresser. When he turned back to me, he wet his lips with his tongue, and that simple move snapped the last of my self-control.

  I swept him into my arms, kissing him hard and deep as he wrapped himself around my body. He was already hard, and my cock filled and thickened until it was straining against my pants. I shifted my hips so it was nestled in the crook of his hip and ripped my lips from his.

  Caleb cried out as I kissed right below his ear and trailed my tongue up and down the column of his neck. I loved the little sounds of pleasure he made and wanted to hear more of them.

  “Rhys.” Caleb breathed as I traced the shell of his ear with my bottom lip. His hands tightened on my ass as he held me still, pressing his erection into my pelvis.

  “Please, I need you.” I pulled far enough back so Caleb could read my lips. “Please.”

  “You mean...”

  “I want to feel you inside me.”

  After a slight pause, Caleb nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't want to put any pressure on him, but my body was actually aching with desire. I'd never felt such an overwhelming need to bottom before, and I was so happy he'd agreed.

  We took our time undressing each other, exchanging slow and sweet kisses as we both seemed to try and slow things down. I'd meant what I'd said in the shower that morning. I didn't want us to fuck; I wanted us to make love.

  When we were finally naked, our clothes littering the floor, I angled us toward the bed and walked us toward it until we were standing against the edge.

  I was usually the dominant one when it came to sex with anyone else, but I really loved giving complete control to Caleb and letting him set the pace. And not because of any hang-ups he had, but because I wanted him to take care of me.

  Caleb gave me a quick kiss and pulled away. “Supplies?”

  “Beside the bed.” I bit my lip, and Caleb paused as he looked at me.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked uncertainly.

  “Yes, I just...”

  It wasn't like me to get tongue-tied like this, but I wasn't sure I was crossing a line if I asked what I really wanted.

  “What is it? You can tell me.” He reached up and ran his fingers over my cheek.

  “Do you think we could go bare? I don't have any recent results, but I was negative the last time I was tested and have never gone without before.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, and I was grateful he seemed to read my lips without me having to repeat them. I knew there was always a risk going condomless without getting tested, but I wanted to feel him with no barriers between us. It was significantly less with me bottoming, but it was still there.

  “I trust you.” Caleb nodded and gave me a kiss.

  I let out a breath I hadn't even been aware I was holding as relief washed over me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I lay back on the bed as Caleb pulled a bottle of lube out of my nightstand. He settled over me after tossing the lube on the spare pillow, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we resumed kissing.

  Caleb's hips rocked gently against me, and the friction of his cock sliding over mine, its passage slicked by our pre-cum, drove me crazy. I loved frotting. Truthfully I'd rather frot than have my dick sucked. There was something about being able to kiss my partner and feel all of them against me as we both got pleasure out of the moment that really turned me on.

  “Do you want me to suck you?” I asked when Caleb pulled away to catch his breath.

  “I'm close enough.” He shook his head and reached over to grab the lube. “Do you want me to suck you?”

  “No, just prep me. I need you so badly.”

  Caleb nodded and sat back on his heels as he squirted some lube onto his fingers. I grabbed my knees and pulled them up against my chest, opening my body to him.

  I could tell he was a little nervous as he warmed the lube before reaching down to spread some over my hole, but his fingers felt so good I couldn't help moaning.

  His fingers teased my hole for a moment before he gently pushed one inside me. I was so ready for him there was no pain, only that slight burn that told me he'd breached my outer muscles, and I pulled my knees even further back in encouragement.

  “Does that feel good?” Caleb asked, looking up at me as he gently pumped his finger in and out of me.

  “So good, baby.”

  “Ready for another?”

  I nodded and forced myself to relax in anticipation. His second finger slid in easily, and I relished the sensation of being stretched for him.

  “Fuck.” I reached up and pulled Caleb down so I could kiss him. I needed more contact.

  After a few exploratory pumps, he twisted and curled his fingers until he found my prostate.

  “Oh fuck, yes!” I cried out against his lips as he gently massaged my sensitive gland. Pre-cum leaked out of my cock, leaving a damp trail on my stomach.

  “Please, Caleb. Please. I need you,” I pleaded shamelessly when he paused his kisses.

  Caleb nodded and sat back on his heels again as he gently pulled his fingers out of me. I started to flip over when he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

  “Can you go on your side so we can spoon?”

  I nodded and rolled onto my side, almost shaking with anticipation. I heard the cap of the lube open, then close, and a moment later, Caleb was behind me, his body against mine. I lifted my top leg and held it with my hand behind my knee so my body was open.
I would have loved to be able to kiss him as he slipped inside me, but I understood it was easier for him to have me facing away for his first time topping.

  I felt the broad head of his cock against my hole and bit down on the inside of my arm as he began pushing in. It didn't hurt, but it had been so long since I'd bottomed I needed a moment to adjust to the intrusion. I let go of my knee, making sure to keep my leg up, and gently stroked my cock to help me relax so he could slide right in.

  He moved a little faster than I was ready for, and I had to bite down on my arm again when he bottomed out inside me on the first pass. I stroked my dick a little faster and forced my body to relax as he began to move.

  His thrusts were a bit erratic and alternated between deep and shallow, but they felt wonderful. The thought that I was the first man he'd ever been inside was giving me just as much pleasure as his cock was, and I let go of my dick to hold my leg again. I wanted to fully enjoy him and the moment. It wasn't about getting off; it was about connecting with the man I loved.

  “Lean back a bit.” Caleb shifted behind me so I could move more onto my back as my hips were angled to the side. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and used his other to hold up my leg. “I'm close. I don't want to finish without you.”

  I nodded and reached down to resume stroking myself. My free hand closed around his, gripping it tight as I kissed the inside of his wrist.

  “God, Rhys. You feel so good.” He buried his face in my neck as his thrusts quickened. I could feel a slight tremor in his body. He was getting close.

  The moment was almost overwhelming, and after only a few more tugs on my cock, I could feel myself sweeping up toward my release.

  “Fuck, I can't hold back.” Caleb warned against my neck, and the desperation in his voice was so hot my balls tightened and pulled right up into my body.

  A few thrusts later, Caleb stiffened behind me as his hips drove his cock deeper inside me. His cum filled me, hot and incredible, and that was enough to send me over the edge.

  My own release spilled out of me as I cried out, my body shuddering as pleasure spiraled out of my core and into every part of my being.