by A. F. Zoelle
I prevented him from undoing the buttons of my shirt. As I held his thin wrists in my hands, I struggled between accepting his offer and protecting myself from hurt when he regretted his decision. “I can’t do this and then go back to the way it was before,” I warned, tightening my hold on him. “It would break me.”
“Well, luckily for us, I have no interest in changing my mind.” He implored me with his eyes to believe his sincerity. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve wanted this since we were teenagers. I’ve never had a kiss that made my heart race the same way until I kissed you again today.”
It was surreal hearing that Rhys had the same experience I did. I had tried so hard to convince myself it was because it was our first kiss that it differed from the rest. Our kiss before dinner had shown it was so much more than that, though.
I remained silent, but he continued persuading me he was serious. He never looked away as he confessed, “Since I’m being honest, I wanted to try again. But you were so freaked-out after your sister almost caught us, I didn’t bring it up again. I was scared I would lose you if I pushed for another chance, so I pretended like nothing happened.”
It gutted me knowing that he wished we had tried again. I hated admitting, “I panicked.”
“About what?”
It was a deceptively simple question, with a very complicated answer. I had barely been honest with myself about what had happened back then, too scared to confront the overwhelming truth that would have changed our friendship forever. The depths of what I had felt for Rhys during those intimate moments had terrified me so deeply that I desperately pretended everything was a lie until it became true. But now, with nowhere left to run, it was time to own up to what I had avoided for far too long.
Rhys’s voice was gentle, like he was coaxing a scared animal. “You can tell me, Lucien.”
It was so rare for him to use my full name it did weird things to my heart when he did. If I confessed, there was no taking it back. It would forever be there between us. But I didn’t see any other option. Plus, I was delusional if I thought he hadn’t figured out what I was hiding. Nobody knew me better than him.
I took a deep breath, then admitted the truth I had ignored for half my life. “I panicked when I realized that I loved you.” When Rhys didn’t pull away from me, the words came out in a torrent. “I wanted to be more than friends, but I thought you were only fooling around. If we hooked up again, you’d figure it out and you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore. I couldn’t lose you because of a stupid teenage crush.”
He stroked my cheek with his thumb, his eyes full of so much understanding as he comforted me, I could have cried. “But it wasn’t just a stupid teenage crush, was it?”
I shook my head, unable to respond with words.
“Your sister is right. We’re colossal idiots,” Rhys said with a rueful sigh. “We both ran away from our feelings because we were so afraid of losing each other.”
“It would destroy me.” I knew that with absolute certainty.
He shoved my shoulder. “Do you think it wouldn’t do the same to me?” His expression turned ornery. “Do you think I was imagining you as ‘just a friend’ when I was jerking off in the shower this morning?”
In my shock, I couldn’t answer him.
He asked with a knowing look, “Do you think I believe you were imaging me as ‘just a friend’ when you got off earlier?”
My cheeks flushed at the question.
Rhys continued. “Do you have any idea how much it turned me on knowing you were getting off thinking about me? How hot it made me when I caught you checking out my ass?”
“But I shouldn’t—”
Instead of arguing with me further, he grabbed my shirt and used it to yank me into an aggressive kiss. I growled as our tongues battled for dominance. It was an extremely effective way to silence all of my protests and fears.
We were breathless when he pulled back for air. His lips were slick and swollen, making me harder and hornier than I had ever been before. He went for my shirt buttons again, but this time I didn’t have the willpower to stop him.
He paused to say, “To be clear, I wasn’t doing that as ‘just a friend.’ I did that as your husband. And if you don’t hurry and take me—”
That was all I needed to hear. I bent down and scooped him up in a fireman’s cradle hold, causing him to yelp in surprise. He wrapped his arms around me to steady himself as I carried him to the bedroom.
“You’re carrying me over the threshold? Aren’t you a romantic softie,” Rhys teased. He started trailing distracting kisses up my neck.
“I can assure you, no part of me is soft right now.”
Rhys’s laughter was light and free, healing my old hurt. I set him down on his feet near the bed. My clothes disappeared as fast as I could strip out of them. I drank in the sight of him, lingering on his hardness jutting out as evidence of how aroused he was.
It was the best kind of dream. I held him close as I claimed his mouth, overly aware of his rigid length pressed against my body. It filled me with an urge to throw him on the bed and ravage him. I settled for letting my hands slide down the curve of his spine and over the gorgeous swell of his ass to grope it.
“Bed. Now,” Rhys ordered, the authoritative tone sending a shiver through me. When I didn’t act fast enough, he shoved me onto it. Before I could reposition myself, he straddled my lap, grinding against me. He kissed me like it was the only thing giving him life. There was nothing in the world that would make me stop him from doing what he wanted when it felt this good.
Unable to resist temptation, I let my fingers slide between his crack and run over his hole. His body thrust back on the sensation, inspiring me with ideas I never would have been bold enough to act on as a teenager.
Before I could do anything else, Rhys pushed me flat on my back. He braced his hands on either side of my head and bent down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him, entangling my fingers in his sandy-blond hair as we devoured each other to make up for lost time. We broke apart with a gasp when he thrust his hardness against mine. He did it again, and a feral noise escaped me.
His hips jerked at the sound. “Fuck, that’s so sexy!”
It gave me an idea. “Do you have lotion?”
Instead of answering me, he kissed the mole on my neck with a satisfied murmur. “Mm, I’ve wanted to do that since you walked out in a towel.” He touched the one above my hips. “This one, too.”
It was adorable, but I had more pressing needs. “While that’s all well and good, what about lotion?”
He grumbled in between pecks along my collarbone, “Are you seriously going to make me go get it?”
“I suppose we could call room service and ask,” I drolly retorted.
Rhys muttered something as he slid off me to stumble into the bathroom, giving me a chance to calm myself. It would be unforgivable to come early and put a stop to things when I was finally getting what I wanted. I repositioned myself in the middle of the bed to give us more space to explore.
He returned triumphant, clambering to straddle over me again.
I had expected lotion, but he came prepared with lube. With an arched eyebrow, I asked, “Do I want to know why you have this?”
Rhys squirmed on top of me in a way that made me want to get on with it. “Well, I suppose I could lie and say Olivia was drier than the Gobi Desert, or I could own up to the fact that I’m really into ass play.”
This time both of my eyebrows raised in surprise. “Is that so?”
His grin was perverse and beautiful as he joked, “I figured that many gay men couldn’t be wrong, so I started experimenting in college. Turns out I’m super into it.”
It was rare for me to learn something about Rhys I didn’t already know, so the news astonished me. “But I was your roommate. How did I not know?”
“Because I had the decency to wait until you had lacrosse practice,” he said with a laugh.
The mental i
mage of him teasing his hole in our old dorm room was almost too much for me. “That’s what you did when I left?”
He snorted at my reaction. “What did you think I did when you weren’t there? Homework?”
I shrugged. “Jerked off?”
“Oh, I did that, too.” Rhys wrapped his hand around my dick, tempting me with slow strokes. “I’m great at multitasking. But I figured I didn’t need to bring my dildo in here when I have you right here and willing. The better question is, what did you have in mind when you asked for a lubricant?”
I sounded uncertain when I admitted, “Jerking us both off at the same time.”
“Well, I certainly won’t say no to that.” He held out his palm. I obliged him by dispensing enough lube for both of us, before capping the bottle and casting it aside.
Just like when we were teens, he didn’t hesitate when he reached for my cock. The confident way he worked me made me quiver. How was this real?
I reminded myself I wasn’t dreaming when I started working Rhys’s member at the same time. He thrust into my fist with a whimper. The dual sensation of touching him while being touched by him was almost more than my brain could process. Between being with Rhys and how long it had been since I had been intimate with someone, I raced toward my climax. I wouldn’t last much longer, so I changed things up a bit.
“Move back,” I instructed him. I loved that he obeyed without question.
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” I took both of us in my large hand to stroke our cocks together.
He scrambled for a hold on my shoulder as he leaned forward. His wanton keens were music to my ears as he rutted against me. “Luci!”
The sound of him calling out my name made me come hard. I gasped as cum spurted onto my stomach from the most satisfying orgasm of my life.
Rhys followed suit, trembling from the intensity of his climax. He collapsed on my chest with a satisfied moan, boneless in his ecstasy and uncaring of the mess between us.
I wiped my hand on the sheet before I embraced him. For the first time since I was a teenager, I was at peace and gratified. We both were adrift in the afterglow of our release.
Eventually, Rhys laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
With an effort, he propped himself up to look at me. He answered with amusement, “Shit, no wonder your sister heard all our muffled moaning and came to check if you were having a nightmare. We’re noisy as hell.”
We shared a laugh. “In other words, you’re saying it’s a good thing that she’s fifteen floors below with a locked door in between us?”
“That, and I’m super glad I don’t have to sneak out the window with a boner this time,” he retorted. “A shower would be a great, though.”
As much as I didn’t want to move, the cooling mess on my stomach made a convincing argument for getting clean. Plus, I’d have to be dead to turn down being wet and naked with Rhys.
He smiled at me, and in that moment, I knew I was his forever. I always had been. I couldn’t help but think it had been worth the wait to call him mine.
Our fourteen-hour trip to Mykonos, Greece, ended up taking almost nineteen due to delays. By the time we reached our hotel, we passed out the minute we arrived. It wasn’t quite the way I had imagined the first night of my honeymoon going.
The softest of caresses woke me up the next day. It drew my attention to the fact that Luci was spooning me from behind, his hardness pressing against me as he trailed his fingers over my skin. I shivered with lust, my cock perking up with interest. A breathy whimper escaped me when he drew closer to the part of me that wanted touched the most. I cursed when he paused in his explorations.
Desperate for more, I rocked my ass against his hard-on with a pleading groan.
It was the best kind of torture as he kept his movements light and teasing. He traveled further south, tracing over the ridge of my hip, before moving down my leg. His touch moved up the inside of my thigh. The anticipation made me tremble, as everything in me begged for more. I couldn’t hold in the needy noises as he ghosted over my balls, before running up my hard length.
When his hand retreated, I groaned, “Damn it, Luci. Stop teasing me!”
“But it’s so much fun,” he murmured in my ear in a deep, rumbling voice.
I rolled over to face him. Luci’s playful expression disarmed my irritation, all of my complaints forgotten when he shifted positions to pin me down on the bed. His erection rested against me, hot and heavy, turning me on more. He stopped all my thoughts when he kissed me. It was a slow and tender exploration, further heightening my arousal.
He covered me in kisses, his lips and tongue continuing to tease me into a frenzy even while I luxuriated under the gentle worship. As much as I wanted to move on to the good stuff, I also enjoyed the gradual buildup to the bigger moment.
My patience didn’t last long. Deciding to hell with subtlety, I reached for the nightstand where I’d left the lube before we had fallen asleep. I handed it to him, hoping he would get the hint. “I’m going to lose my damn mind if some part of you isn’t inside me soon, Luci.”
Instead of giving me instant relief, he took his time kissing down my body. The closer he got to my arousal, the harder it was for me to stay still. I bit my lip when his slicked fingers circled my entrance.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.” I spread my legs wider in silent invitation.
It was the permission Luci needed to proceed. He cautiously slid a lubed finger into me. It was sweet he didn’t want to hurt me, but I had too much experience with anal to be coaxed into it.
“I promise I won’t break,” I encouraged him.
He added a second finger, but it wasn’t anywhere close to enough. Before I could demand more, he obliterated my words when he licked up the length of my member. That was unexpected—and welcomed. I got so lost in the moment it stunned me when he held my dick steady and hesitantly slid it into the wet warmth of his mouth.
That was more like it. I exclaimed, “Fuck, yes!”
It thrilled me when he inserted a third finger. As his confidence grew, he took me as far back into his throat as he could without gagging. It pushed me to my edge faster than I wanted.
“Shit, I’m so close, Luci,” I whimpered, caressing his hair to help keep me grounded.
Rather than pulling off, he bobbed his head while massaging my sensitive bundle of nerves. I shouted his name as I came, unable to stop myself. He gagged but swallowed my release.
“Sorry, I—”
He interrupted me with an insistent kiss. The salty taste of myself in his mouth was an enormous turn-on for me. I couldn’t believe he had gone down on me, let alone finished me. Some of my ex-girlfriends would spit afterward or forbid me from coming in their mouths, so for him to do that was astounding. I was breathless when I asked, “When the hell did you learn how to do that?”
His cheeks flushed. “Some of us can’t sleep on planes.”
“Are you telling me you researched all this stuff while I slept?” The revelation was too cute for words.
“There’s only so many times you can refresh your inbox,” he defended himself in embarrassment.
It was so quintessentially Luci that I laughed. That turned into a groan when he withdrew, leaving me almost unbearably empty. “Bless in-flight Wi-Fi. Maybe I should let you get bored more often.” I loved his unrestrained laugh. “So, what else did you learn while I was dreaming about you?”
“Condoms?”
I was a big fan of instant gratification, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to push his buttons a little. That was one of my all-time favorite hobbies. “Wow, that’s a little rudimentary, don’t you think?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, smartass. I meant do you have any?”
Joking aside, I caressed his jaw as I told him, “I don’t want anything between us. We’re both clean, so—”
Luci breathed my n
ame, before interrupting me to kiss me with a passion that stoked the flames of desire in me. When we paused for air, he slicked his hardness with lube and repositioned himself.
I had to remind myself to breathe as he entered me, going slow so as not to hurt me. The show of concern touched me, but I was too horny for the delicate-flower treatment. Instead, I hooked my legs behind his hips and forced him deeper into me. I arched up with pleasure, relishing his shocked gasp. I constricted my muscles around him, earning a flurry of broken swears.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, reflexively thrusting into me. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
“Do I sound like I’m hurting?” I asked, laughing. “I’m not fragile, Luci. Take me hard.”
After that, there was no stopping us. It took him a few tries before he built up to a satisfying rhythm, but once he did, it was magical. All the dildos I had enjoyed over the years paled in comparison to his cock. The perfection of him filling me with his heat and delicious friction made me wonder how I’d ever go back to using unyielding silicone again. Then, I remembered that as long as he was my husband, I would never have to.
I clung to him, bracing my feet flat on the sheets for more traction as we moved together as one. Everything was right in my world as every roll of his hips sent me to new heights of ecstasy. I realized with startling clarity that I didn’t need anything else if he was mine. I would be happy to spend the rest of my days basking in his whispered declarations of love, whole for the first time in my entire life.
There was no greater pleasure on Earth than being with Rhys. The sound of him calling out “Luci” with breathy moans was a beautiful symphony to my ears. Any reservations I had about changing my relationship with him had long disappeared. If this was what it meant to be his husband, I wouldn’t have a single complaint. I wished I could drown in him and never come up for air again.
When I leaned forward to kiss him again, he cried out at the shift in angles. It was a noise of pure enjoyment. He had surrendered himself to me on every level, which was downright intoxicating.