They’d had sex another half a dozen times last night after Wade lathered Rhys’s body with cream cheese and took his sweet time driving Rhys utterly wild with his lips and tongue before drawing Rhys onto his hands and knees and fucking him doggy style. Rhys had gone down on Wade in the shower and given him another spectacular blow job. Wade had reciprocated by lifting Rhys up against the black slate wall and fucking him under the pounding water, Rhys’s cries echoing loudly around them while he scored Wade’s back with his nails. They’d changed the bedsheets before falling back into each other’s arms, their passion unabated as they took their time exploring each other’s bodies. It didn’t take long for their lust to get the better of them and they mated with a fierceness that bordered on the savage as night gradually gave way to dawn.
Wade could see the mark he’d made with his teeth on Rhys’s right butt cheek. He was suddenly filled with the urge to kiss it. He cast a final glance at Rhys and was inches away from fusing his greedy lips to Rhys’s golden curves when a sleepy voice made him freeze.
“What the hell are you doing?” Rhys mumbled.
Chapter 16
Wade looked around and met Rhys’s puzzled stare. He flashed him a brazen smile. “Busted.”
Rhys sighed and rolled onto his back, the sheet tangling sexily around his waist and thighs. “You were about to bite my ass again, weren’t you? Is there something you need to confess, Wade? Like an ass fetish or something?”
Wade crawled up the bed and propped himself on his elbows next to Rhys. “I take offense at that. The only ass I’m obsessed with is yours. And I was about to kiss it better.” He lowered his head and took Rhys’s mouth in a slow, soft kiss that had Rhys’s eyes fluttering closed and his hands rising to grip Wade’s head. “Good morning,” Wade murmured throatily.
Rhys blinked his eyes open slowly, his expression dazed. “Good morning,” he breathed. “I swear you’re a goddamn magician,” he added with a groan.
“Why? Have I bewitched you?” Wade asked, his light tone masking the sudden seriousness of his question.
Rhys studied him for a moment. “Yes. Utterly,” he said quietly before pulling the sheet back and climbing off the bed.
Wade’s heart twisted at the bittersweet expression he glimpsed in Rhys’s eyes. He rolled onto his back and watched Rhys walk over to the windows and pull the curtains fully open, exposing a glorious, sunny winter morning.
Wade folded his hands behind his head and settled on the pillow, his gaze roaming the back of Rhys’s body admiringly as the latter stood and stretched his arms above his shoulders, his naked silhouette highlighted by the golden light flooding the bedroom.
Rhys looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Wade. “So, what have you got planned for the day?”
You. I want to do you. Over and over again until your voice is hoarse and I can’t get my dick up.
Wade sensed this was not quite the answer Rhys was looking for. He sighed, told his raging erection it was unlikely to see any action this morning, and smiled faintly at Rhys.
“Fancy pancakes?” he drawled.
Rhys narrowed his eyes. “You mean, your homemade ones? You know I’d kill for those.” A grimace twisted his lips. “Although I’m not sure I have space for anything sweet after last night’s, er, cake fest.” He patted his trim belly.
“To be fair, I did have most of it,” Wade said, his cock doing push-ups between his thighs at the memory of the addictive combination of salted caramel cheesecake and Rhys. “And we can always, you know—,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Rhys, “—burn off some of the calories after.”
Rhys chuckled, the sound so light and carefree it made Wade’s chest grow warm with affection. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”
Wade grinned. “You mean, as in I see what I want and I go after it?”
Rhys shook his head lightly. “Something like that.” His gaze dropped. “I think I should take care of you first, though, don’t you?”
Wade’s pulse picked up speed as Rhys strolled back to the bottom of the bed, baby blue eyes sparkling with amusement while he inspected the tent Wade’s erect cock had made of the sheet covering his lower body. Rhys flashed Wade a filthy grin before lifting the cotton and crawling under it.
Shit.
Wade shuddered when Rhys settled between his thighs under the sheet and wrapped his hot lips and tongue around Wade’s aching cock. Wade made himself comfortable on the bed and watched the shape of Rhys’s head bob up and down as he started blowing Wade. He closed his eyes and gave in to the pleasure Rhys was giving him, only to blink when Rhys released his stiff cock a moment later. Wade stared, puzzled, as Rhys yanked the sheet off the both of them and straddled his waist.
Rhys grabbed the lube from the nightstand, his expression feverish and his lips slick with Wade’s pre-cum. He opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of the liquid in his left hand.
Wade’s eyes widened when Rhys palmed his saliva-slicked cock and coated it liberally with the lube. His breath locked in his lungs in the next instant as Rhys squatted above him and offered him a rousing view of his dick and balls and the tantalizing area beneath. Rhys breathed heavily as he placed his right hand on Wade’s chest for support and brought his lubed fingers to his hole, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright with the same lust burning through Wade.
Wade gaped, mesmerized, as Rhys started rubbing and playing with himself. A lightheaded feeling washed over him when Rhys pushed his index finger inside himself and started thrusting.
Holy fuck!
Wade sat up and reached for Rhys, impatient to touch him. Rhys shook his head and pushed him down onto the bed with his hand.
“No!” Rhys grunted. “Just—watch!”
Blood pounded in Wade’s ears as Rhys slipped a second, then a third digit inside himself, his lips parted on delicious moans while his hips rolled in perfect synchrony to the sinful finger fuck he was giving himself.
Rhys suddenly gasped and straightened before moving his right hand from Wade’s chest to the mattress between Wade’s thighs, his head falling back as he leaned away from Wade.
Wade shuddered at the incredible view before him. He could see every single detail of Rhys’s trembling body as Rhys continued to pleasure himself, hips punching and knees flexing as he bobbed above Wade, his butt nudging and bumping Wade’s erection.
From Rhys’s hard nipples and the thin film of sweat coating his arched throat and chest. From the quivering, toned muscles of his lower abdomen to his jerking cock and twitching balls. From his lube-slick fingers to the delicious pink folds of his spasming hole.
“Rhys,” Wade hissed between gritted teeth, his knuckles whitening on the sheet.
He was seconds away from pushing Rhys down on the bed and shoving his throbbing cock inside him.
Rhys straightened his head and looked down at Wade with a glazed expression. He slipped his fingers out, grabbed Wade’s dick, and aligned it with his hole.
Is he really gonna—
Wade’s pulse skittered when he met Rhys’s gaze. He could see the wicked answer to his unspoken question in the molten, cobalt depths staring at him.
Rhys bit his lip and slowly pushed down onto the head of Wade’s cock.
Wade cursed and grabbed Rhys’s waist, his avid eyes taking in the incredible sight of his naked dick disappearing inside Rhys’s tight, hot passage.
He couldn’t believe Rhys was taking him bareback. The last time Wade had fucked anyone without a condom was when he was still a stupid, horny teenager.
Rhys pressed both hands on Wade’s chest and rose up on his heels, lifting himself off Wade’s thick shaft until only the head of Wade’s dick stretched his entrance. He stared hotly at Wade and sank slowly back down, impaling himself on Wade’s cock.
Wade grunted at the exquisite sight and feel of Rhys’s opening swallowing his cock whole again, the taut rim dragging torturously on the sensitive, veiny skin of his shaft. He cursed when Rhys repeat
ed the move.
“Wade!” Rhys panted. He bowed his head and bobbed rhythmically up and down on Wade’s cock, his fingers digging into Wade’s chest where he clung to him.
Pleasure slammed through Wade as Rhys danced and undulated above him. He flexed his fingers bitingly into Rhys’s flesh and started thrusting up, his powerful movements matching Rhys’s downward motions. Rhys cried out as Wade’s cock repeatedly rubbed against his prostate.
By the time Wade’s mind-numbing climax spiraled through his belly and balls, he’d brought Rhys to two dry orgasms. Wade gnashed his teeth and fixed Rhys’s hips in place while he shoved his aching cock harder and faster into Rhys’s hole, his heated stare locked on Rhys’s pleasure-glazed eyes.
Rhys’s face twisted in a mask of ecstasy when he finally came, his dick splashing cum all the way up Wade’s chest to his neck, his shouts echoing in Wade’s ears, his passage contracting deliciously around Wade’s shaft with the violent pulses of his explosive orgasm.
Wade groaned, his own climax surging through him. He bowed his spine and grunted as he came inside Rhys.
Rhys whimpered and trembled violently above him, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation of Wade filling him with his cum.
An animal sound ripped out of Wade’s chest when he saw the evidence of his orgasm coat Rhys’s opening in a pale, sticky ring. The obscene, wet sounds of friction his and Rhys’s bodies made as he continued plunging his dick in and out of Rhys’s passage unravelled the last of Wade’s control. He sat up, grabbed Rhys’s head in his hands, and yanked Rhys’s face down before crushing their mouths together, desperate to taste him in the same way his cock was tasting Rhys’s most intimate part.
Rhys gasped and moaned, his hands rising to clutch Wade’s shoulders while his hips slowly shuddered and jerked to a stop. Wade lashed his tongue gently against Rhys’s while the latter collapsed languidly in his arms, Wade’s cock still buried deep inside him.
Wade finally let go of Rhys’s mouth and pressed their foreheads together, their ragged breaths warming each other’s skin.
“That was fucking unreal,” Wade rasped.
Rhys opened his eyes and smiled faintly at Wade, his sweat-slicked chest heaving with his pants. “Yeah?”
Wade grunted and rubbed his nose against Rhys’s. “Hell yes. Was that one of your fantasies too?”
Rhys hesitated before nodding wordlessly, his expression suddenly shy.
Shit. He’s so fucking adorable.
Wade lowered his hands to Rhys’s butt. “Hold on to me,” he said gruffly before shuffling to the edge of the bed with Rhys still on his lap.
Rhys gasped, his legs wrapping instinctively around Wade’s hips and his fingers flexing on Wade’s shoulders as Wade rose and carried him into the en suite bathroom, cock still firmly wedged inside Rhys’s ass.
Chapter 17
“I’m keeping the baby,” Misaki Oshiro said, her knuckles white where she’d laced her hands together atop her crossed knees.
Wade glanced at Rhys. The latter stood leaning against the desk beside him, his baby blue eyes steady as he looked at Misaki.
Although Rhys’s expression remained neutral, Wade could tell he was relieved at hearing Misaki’s decision. It amazed Wade how much better he could read Rhys now that they were sleeping with each other.
Two weeks had passed since that fateful weekend when they first had sex. And with every passing day, Wade unravelled yet another facet of Rhys he hadn’t known before. Like how fussy he’d become about his morning routine. Or how he liked to organize his wardrobe and bathroom toiletries just so.
Wade bit back a wry smile. Although that shouldn’t really surprise me. It’s scary how much of a stickler for perfection he’s been since our college days.
Wade caught Misaki looking curiously between Rhys and him. He cleared his throat and dipped his chin at the nervous woman seated across from them. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Misaki sighed, her shoulders relaxing. She pursed her lips and gazed from Wade to Rhys. “So, you’re not disappointed?”
Rhys grimaced. “Why the hell would we be disappointed? We’re not your parents.”
Wade studied Misaki with a sympathetic expression. “By the way, what did you tell them?”
Wade and Rhys had met the senior Oshiros at one of the annual office family gatherings. Misaki’s parents were pretty straight-laced and seemed the type to collapse from shock at the news that their one and only daughter intended to have a baby out of wedlock.
Misaki pulled a face. “The truth. It was a disaster. I seriously thought they were going to disown me. They were mollified to an extent when I told them about Itsuki.”
Wade smiled drily. “I bet they were.”
Although Itsuki Yamazaki looked like a baby-faced brat who hadn’t started shaving yet, he was twenty-five years old and the only heir to the Yamazaki group, a chain of restaurants that had started life as a small mom and pop store and now catered for businesses across Tokyo, Nagoya, and as far south as Kyoto and Osaka. Like his father before him, Itsuki was working his way up the corporate ladder from the very bottom while doing a degree at a renowned business school in Tokyo.
“How are things between you and Itsuki?” Rhys said.
Misaki’s face relaxed in a soft smile. “To be honest, not as bad as I thought they would be. He’s not worried about our ten-year age gap and he’s excited about the baby. He’s insisted on coming to all the prenatal appointments with me.” She sighed again. “He’s even talking about weddings and stuff, but it’s too early for that yet. We’re just getting to know each other.”
“I’m glad things have worked out okay,” Wade said. “We need to get you in with human resources to sort out your maternity leave and pay.”
Misaki nodded and looked from Wade to Rhys again. “I want to come back to work,” she said, her tone firm. “Tomorrow, if that’s okay.”
Rhys raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
Misaki smiled. “I’m pregnant, not sick.” Her face fell slightly. “Although I gotta admit morning sickness is still a bitch. I might dash off to the restroom from time to time.” She wrinkled her nose. “God, even the thought of pickled herring makes me want to hurl these days.”
It wasn’t until evening that Wade got Rhys to himself again. It was gone seven by the time Wade logged off his computer, rose from his desk, and strolled across the open-plan floor space to the corridor that led to Rhys’s room. They were the last ones left in the building. Even Gabe, who usually stayed late, had disappeared an hour ago to go meet with his wedding planner.
Wade propped his shoulder against the doorframe of Rhys’s office and watched Rhys shrug into his suit jacket where he stood looking through a panoramic wall to the dazzling lights of the city spread out below, his back to Wade. Rhys had picked a large room at the far end of their corner plot on the twentieth floor of the glass-and-steel building that housed the Tokyo branch of their business.
“You ready?” Wade said.
Rhys startled and twisted on his heels. His lips curved in a small smile, but not before Wade glimpsed the anxious light in his eyes.
Wade stiffened slightly where he stood in the doorway. “What’s wrong, Rhys?”
Surprise flashed across Rhys’s face for a second. He evidently thought he’d successfully masked whatever was troubling him.
“Nothing,” Rhys mumbled.
Irritation darted through Wade. It irked him that Rhys still didn’t feel completely comfortable sharing his most private thoughts with him. “It’s something, Rhys.” Wade walked into the room and closed the door. “We’re not leaving here until you tell me what it is,” he continued in a hard voice.
Rhys gazed silently at him before running a hand through his hair and sighing. “With Misaki coming back to work, we’re not going to be needed as much for the Osaka project.”
Understanding dawned in Wade’s mind. He frowned. “So what? Are you saying our proposition no longer stands?”
“I—,” Rhys hesitated and swallowed, his gaze dropping to the floor, ” —I’m game, but only if you still want to.”
Wade stared at the faint color staining Rhys’s cheeks.
God, he’s the most sexy, pig-headed, infuriating bastard I’ve ever known!
Wade knew he had his work cut out for him when he’d suggested their crazy proposition four weeks ago.
Shit, has it really been four weeks?
What he hadn’t anticipated was how hard Rhys would fight him at every step. And how terrified Rhys still appeared to be deep inside at what was happening between them.
“Considering that we’ve fucked literally every night for the last eighteen days, I think you can safely assume that it’s still game on, Rhys,” Wade said silkily. He twisted the lock on the door and turned to face Rhys.
Rhys’s eyes widened. “Why did you—” He drew a breath in sharply when Wade reached out to the wall and flicked the light switch.
Chapter 18
Darkness descended around them, the only illumination coming from the brightly lit, colorful city beyond the dual aspect glass walls.
“Why did I turn off the light?” Wade said. He took a step toward Rhys and felt a thrill shoot through him when Rhys stepped back. Wade knew Rhys wasn’t afraid of him physically. He could tell from Rhys’s expression in the ambient glow bathing the office that this, whatever Wade was intending, excited him as much as it intrigued him.
“We’ve played out several of the fuck fantasies you’ve had about me,” Wade said silkily as he walked toward Rhys, the filthy idea he’d been dreaming of since the beginning of the week crystallizing into a sudden craving that made his cock harden in a handful of seconds. “Pretty loudly and eloquently at times, I might add. I think we should fulfill one of mine.”
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