Wade tasted Scotch and mint and something else as he delved deep into Rhys’s mouth. It took his brain a moment to process what it was. A groan rumbled up his throat when he registered the sinful truth.
It was the flavor of Rhys himself. His quintessential essence. And darn if it wasn’t as addictive as the finest elixir.
Wade wrapped his tongue around Rhys’s in an intimate caress, seeking more of the intoxicating flavor. Rhys moaned and shuddered against him, his skin burning up in Wade’s hands.
Something else was burning up farther south.
Fire licked Wade’s dick when he felt Rhys’s erection probe his left thigh. He flexed his hips and stifled a grin when Rhys trembled in his arms. Wade lined up his own erection with Rhys’s, dipped his knees, and rolled his hips back up in a slow, sensual grind that had their cocks rubbing together.
Rhys wrenched his mouth from Wade’s and dropped his head back against the wall. “Fuck!”
Wade repeated the move before lowering his head and kissing Rhys’s exposed throat. He swallowed a grunt of need. Shit, his skin tastes the same as his mouth. Wade wondered if Rhys tasted the same everywhere. That thought had his dick doing press-ups behind his zipper. He couldn’t wait to find out.
Wade sucked and nibbled on Rhys’s neck as he continued rubbing their crotches together. “Does that feel good?”
Rhys grabbed the back of Wade’s head, yanked him up until he could stare him in the eye, gave him a wild are-you-fucking-kidding look, and pounced on his mouth like a ravenous man.
Wade chuckled as he welcomed Rhys’s passionate kiss. He slipped his hands down Rhys’s back and felt him stiffen when he cupped his butt. Wade nipped at Rhys’s tongue and was rewarded with a throaty groan as Rhys lost himself in the moment once more. Wade curled his fingers into Rhys’s delectably firm ass and held him steady as he continued grinding their bodies and cocks together.
Rhys’s breaths left his nose in short, sharp pants, his shudders and moans growing more untamed as he neared his orgasm.
Wade bit back a growl, filled with a sudden, insane need.
I want to see. I want to see his face when he comes.
Wade pulled back from their kiss, brought one hand to Rhys’s nape and fixed him in place while he flexed and rolled his hips, kneading his rock-hard dick against Rhys’s over and over again. His breath caught when he saw Rhys’s face.
Passion had darkened Rhys’s eyes to indigo. His cheeks were flushed and his lips red and swollen from their kiss.
So hot. I want to see it all. All the wicked, sinful sides of him I don’t know.
Rhys groaned and leaned into Wade, seeking his lips.
Wade shook his head and leveled a burning stare at him.
“What?” Rhys panted, confused.
Wade glanced down to where their cocks were rubbing before looking into Rhys’s dazed eyes. “Show me. Come for me.”
Rhys’s pupils dilated, shock flaring in their depths.
Wade yanked Rhys’s butt forward until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between their groins as he continued their titillating bump and grind.
Rhys resisted and tried to push Wade away.
Wade dipped his head and bit down on Rhys’s lower lip. He tugged on it with his teeth before sucking it between his own lips.
Rhys went rigid against him.
“Come for me, Rhys,” Wade ordered gruffly. He thrust his cock hard against Rhys’s.
Rhys’s breath locked in his throat. His fingers dug into Wade’s shoulders as he rose on his toes. Then, he came, loudly, spectacularly, his hips jerking erratically against Wade’s while the most filthily arousing cries Wade had ever heard left his lips.
In that moment, Wade knew that they had just crossed a line from which there would be no coming back. Because there was no way in hell he could just be friends with Rhys again. Not after feeling Rhys and tasting him like this. And not after seeing Rhys come apart from his touch.
Rhys Damon was mesmerizing.
And Wade was completely and utterly captivated.
Chapter 7
Rhys moved his fingers on the track pad. Schematics scrolled across the dual display monitors on the wall at the end of the room. He picked up a pen, made a note on the writing pad next to him, and sighed before looking up at the man staring at him heatedly from the other side of the table.
“Are you even concentrating on what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” Rhys asked Wade testily.
Wade grinned. “Nope.”
It was eight fifteen in the morning. They were in one of the conference rooms at Damon & Tucker, where they were going over the details of the Osaka project. Or meant to be, anyway. After the earth-shattering events of the previous night, Rhys was surprised Wade had turned up for their meeting this morning.
Rhys hadn’t known how to act or what to expect when he’d finished climaxing in Wade’s arms like a sixteen-year old boy getting his first hand job. For one frozen moment, he’d even wondered if it was all a dream, one of the countless night time fantasies he’d had about Wade since he started lusting after him. But as he’d stood there trembling and breathless in Wade’s arms, Wade had tipped Rhys’s chin up with a finger and delivered one of the sweetest kisses Rhys had ever been given.
“I think that’s plenty enough for tonight,” Wade had murmured against Rhys’s mouth while the latter blinked drowsily at him. “I’m gonna leave while I can still walk out of here.”
Rhys flushed when he registered Wade’s erection digging into his hip. “I—”
Wade pressed his finger against Rhys’s lips, hushing him. “No. When we do this, and we will do this, I want to take my time and savor every single second.” A wicked smile curved his lips when Rhys released a ragged breath. “Preferably in bed, with the both of us naked.” His smile faded. “And not when you’ve been touched by another man.”
Rhys shivered at the possessive look dawning in Wade’s eyes.
“You’re gonna dump him, right?” Wade said.
Rhys stared at him dazedly. He’d forgotten all about Michael.
Wade frowned. He leaned down and nipped at Rhys’s right ear lobe with his teeth. “Rhys?” he hissed threateningly.
Rhys groaned, his dick twitching again at the feel of Wade’s breath and lips on his skin. “Yes! I—I’ll talk to Michael.”
“You better do more than just talk to him,” Wade said with an arrogance that stole Rhys’s breath away. “You’re not gonna be seeing anyone else from now on.”
Rhys narrowed his eyes as he started coming down from the incredible high Wade had just delivered with his body.
“Oh, really?”
“You’d better believe it, hot shot,” Wade said gruffly. “I don’t share. Especially not you.”
And with that outrageous comeback, Wade had exited the apartment, leaving Rhys propped against the wall on shaky legs. How Rhys had managed to sleep a single wink that night, he didn’t know. He’d woken up at the shrill sound of his alarm and laid there staring at the ceiling for long minutes while he recalled all the deliciously filthy things that had happened between them mere hours before. Still, an uneasy feeling had overshadowed Rhys’s recollections as he climbed out of bed and got ready for work.
There were still many questions he needed to ask Wade.
“Misaki’s team is coming,” Rhys glanced at his watch presently, “in fifteen minutes, so get your mind out of the gutter and start focusing.”
Wade linked his hands behind his head and swiveled in his chair. “Oh, I’m focusing all right,” he drawled, his hot gaze dropping to Rhys’s mouth.
Rhys frowned. This asshole.
“In fact, you know what I’m thinking about right now, Rhys?” Wade leaned forward, his tone conspiratorial.
“What?” Rhys mumbled, unable to tear his gaze from the indecent sparkle in Wade’s eyes.
“Buns,” Wade stated salaciously.
Rhys’s eyes rounded. “What?!” he spluttered.
“Your ass,” Wade elaborated. He opened his hands in front of him and moved them as if he were weighing something. “It fitted my hands just so. And it was—,” his fingers flexed, “—firm. Resilient. Pert. In fact, your butt is goddamn perfect.”
Rhys propped his elbows on the table and dropped his face in his hands, his ears flaming. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now,” he groaned.
“What?” Wade said.
Rhys wasn’t fooled by Wade’s innocent tone. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said, scowling at Wade between his fingers.
“You mean, teasing you?” Wade grinned. “Call it payback. You owe me for the permanent hard-on I’ve had this year.”
Rhys’s dick twitched behind his zipper.
“How many?” he asked hoarsely.
Wade looked puzzled. “How many what?”
“How many cold showers did you have last night, after you left my place?” Rhys said, his pulse racing.
Wade smirked. It was a dirty, filthy smile.
“Oh, I had one, very long shower. But it wasn’t cold.” Wade leaned forward again. “It was hot. As hot as my dick when I jacked off twice to the memory of you climaxing in my arms.”
Rhys’s breath faltered for dizzying seconds as he pictured Wade standing under the open, waterfall shower in his en suite bathroom, one hand fisted against the black slate wall while he worked his hard cock with the other.
“And Rhys?” Wade said, his deep, rough voice cutting through Rhys’s fevered imagination.
“Yeah?” Rhys whispered, enthralled by the hypnotic light darkening Wade’s eyes to a gunmetal blue.
“I’m still hard.”
Rhys swallowed a groan. I’m going to die. I’m going to have a heart attack, right here, right now, with a permanent boner on display.
“Just so you know, I’m coming over tonight,” Wade added thickly.
When the conference room door opened and the team working on the Osaka project piled in, Rhys wasn’t sure whether to be upset or grateful for the distraction.
Wade adjusted his pants over his crotch before ringing the buzzer of Rhys’s apartment. Although he had the key to the place, tonight felt…special. Wade knew he’d invaded Rhys’s privacy yesterday by stalking him and forcing him to admit to his feelings for Wade, before pouncing on him like a starving man. He sensed he needed to give Rhys some breathing space.
Just enough for him to regain his composure, but not enough for him to bolt.
Because something told Wade that Rhys was thinking of making a break for it. Call it a hunter’s instinct.
The door opened, revealing Rhys still dressed in his tailored work suit. He’d taken his jacket off and loosened his tie slightly.
He arched an eyebrow at Wade. “What happened to your key?”
Wade swallowed, his palms suddenly sweaty.
Shit. Why am I so nervous?
“Wade?” Rhys said with a small frown.
“What?” Wade mumbled.
A strange look came over Rhys’s face then. Wade’s heart sank as he registered the emotions flashing in Rhys’s blue eyes. They were part bitterness and part resignation.
“Look, I’ll understand if you’re having cold feet,” Rhys said quietly. “We can pretend last night never happened and go back to how things—”
This jolted Wade out of his stupor. “Hell no!” he snapped.
Rhys startled and backed up as Wade stormed across the threshold of the apartment and slammed the door shut. Wade closed the distance between them and took Rhys’s face in his hands before fusing their lips together.
Fuck breathing space. He’s running away right before my eyes!
Rhys gasped and stiffened, his hands rising to lock around Wade’s wrists.
Wade slipped his tongue between Rhys’s lips and delved into the hot depths of his mouth. A shudder raced down his spine as he got his first taste of Rhys for that day.
Ah. Heaven.
Chapter 8
Rhys’s heart raced wildly as he lost himself in the torrid kiss, the fear that had been with him the whole day melting into nothingness. Despite Wade’s teasing that morning and the sexual tension that had thrummed between them since, Rhys was convinced Wade would regret what had happened between them. Whether it was today, tomorrow, or the day after, Rhys knew the time would come when Wade would wake up and realize he’d made a dreadful mistake.
It was as inevitable as the tides. Besides, life wasn’t this straightforward.
No gay man could expect that the straight friend he’d been lusting after for over a decade would suddenly turn around one day and tell him he wanted him back. Still, Rhys couldn’t help fantasize about what it would be like to sleep with Wade. And he was curious to find out just how far Wade could go with him, even if it would only lead to heartache.
So when Wade pushed Rhys all the way through the apartment, into the lounge, and onto a large, black suede couch, Rhys went with the flow.
Wade could feel his dick doing push-ups behind his zipper as he crowded Rhys on the couch. He pushed Rhys onto his back and pinned Rhys’s wrists above his head with his hands before aligning their crotches and flexing his hips. A throaty moan rumbled out of Rhys. He arched up into Wade, his erection pushing against Wade’s cock. His tongue lashed hungrily against Wade’s.
More. I want more.
Wade reached down with one hand and hurriedly unbuckled Rhys’s pants, need pulsing through him and rendering his movements jerky. Rhys stiffened under him and wrenched his mouth free from their kiss, his eyes slamming open. Wade’s heart constricted at the gut-wrenching desire and fear he could read in the blue depths.
He leaned down and bumped his nose against Rhys’s.
“It’s okay,” Wade whispered. “I want to touch you.”
Rhys swallowed. He hesitated before biting his lower lip and dipping his chin.
Wade took Rhys’s mouth with his own once more. It was only a handful of seconds before Rhys fell back under the spell of their kiss. Wade pulled Rhys’s zipper down and gently ran the back of his hand across the swollen, covered shaft straining against thin cotton. Rhys groaned and jerked against him.
Blood thundered in Wade’s ears as he slipped his hand inside Rhys’s briefs and palmed Rhys’s naked cock. It was the first time he was touching another man’s dick. Specifically, it was the first time he was touching his best friend’s dick.
It felt fucking sublime.
Wade’s eyes widened as he stroked his palm and fingers up and down Rhys’s hot shaft, measuring his length and thickness.
Rhys writhed and bucked against Wade. He pulled back from their kiss and arched his neck, color staining his skin a dull pink. His eyes closed and his lips parted on a throaty whimper as Wade continued working him.
Wade pushed up slightly on his knees and looked down between their bodies.
“Shit,” he said hoarsely.
Rhys’s engorged cock was a beautiful, flushed color where it glistened with pre-cum in Wade’s grip. Wade flicked the pad of his thumb across the milky drops pearling at the head and was rewarded with a guttural cry that came from deep inside Rhys’s chest.
Wade could smell Rhys’s musky scent. And it was driving him wild. He dropped hot kisses on Rhys’s throat as he accelerated the motion of his wrist, rubbing and kneading Rhys’s inflamed flesh faster and faster, occasionally lowering his fingers to squeeze the tightening sac beneath. Wade cursed as his gaze returned again and again to the intoxicating sight of his own fingers playing Rhys’s hot, twitching length.
“Wade!” Rhys moaned. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—“
Wade looked up into Rhys’s tortured expression. Rhys had opened his eyes and was staring straight at Wade, his pupils dilated and glazed with pleasure.
“Come,” Wade rasped. He dropped a kiss on Rhys’s lips and circled the pad of his thumb across the sensitive head of Rhys’s cock.
Rhys went rigid beneath him. He stopped breathing fo
r a second, his jaw clenching while his spine bowed off the couch, his body pushing Wade up slightly.
He came while crying out Wade’s name, his cock jerking and pulsing as he convulsed, shivers coursing uncontrollably through his body.
Wade shuddered when Rhys’s thick, hot cum filled his hand.
Sweat beaded Rhys’s upper lip as he panted, his labored breathing matching the wild pounding of his heart. His body felt like treacle and his brain like mush after the blistering orgasm Wade had just delivered with his hand.
Oh.
Rhys blinked slowly and gazed at Wade where he lay atop him. He glanced down at Wade’s hand. His very wet hand.
“I’m—”
“Shit. Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Wade murmured. He kissed Rhys before sitting up and grabbing a tissue from a dispenser on a side table.
Rhys propped himself up on his elbows and watched Wade wipe the sticky evidence of his orgasm from his hand. His gaze dropped to the large bulge still straining the front of Wade’s pants.
“My turn,” Rhys said huskily.
Wade’s eyes widened when Rhys rose and pushed him against the backrest of the couch before straddling his lap. Wade’s hands moved automatically to Rhys’s ass. He palmed the firm cheeks and squeezed, eliciting a groan from Rhys.
“I like this position,” Wade said with a grin as Rhys started unbuckling his trousers feverishly.
“Oh yeah?” Rhys mumbled. He bit his lower lip when he slipped Wade’s zipper down and exposed the thick wedge of Wade’s erection behind black briefs.
“Yup,” Wade said, his voice dropping an octave. He cursed when Rhys hooked his thumbs into the material and peeled it down his hips.
Rhys’s breath caught as Wade’s cock sprung free.
Oh God. It’s fucking beautiful. And big.
Rhys’s hole contracted in anticipation as he studied the length and breadth of Wade’s dick. He reached out with trembling fingers and touched the hot, veiny shaft.
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