He also nods, still taking in the house that’s more of a mansion. My grandfather did very, very well, and my father, despite being an asshole, has only grown his initial wealth.
Rhett follows me down the stairs. “Your bedroom is in the basement?”
We reach the bottom of the steps, and I turn left toward my room. “Yup. It’s close to the pool. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He doesn’t prod further. It’s not like he needs to. There’s nothing more to tell. My parents aren’t warm and inviting. They don’t want to be close to me, and over time, I’ve learned to like the independence. I like having this part of the house to myself. I don’t have to listen to them argue—or make up. And I’m more than happy I don’t have to listen to any horrifying sounds float down the hall when the other isn’t home, and they invite a lover over.
I moved down here a few years ago. It was the best decision I’ve ever made. We head into my room, and his eyes roam over everything. I don’t have a lot in here, but there is a desk, a bed, a massive television mounted on the wall, a side table, and a dresser.
I point to the attached bathroom. “You can change in there, if you want to.”
He grins, probably hearing the nervousness in my voice. I have no idea why I’m nervous. No one has ever made me feel this way. He walks into the bathroom, flicking on the light, but his brazen ass doesn’t close the door.
I lick my lips and watch him remove his shirt. He glances over his shoulder at me as if he’s wondering whether I’m watching. I don’t think I could look away if I tried. At least not if he doesn’t ask me to. I stand at the foot of my bed, watching his long fingers descend to the button on his jeans and flick it open. He definitely knows I’m watching.
My eyes wander over his taut abs and beautiful ink, my cock twitching with want and desire, but I don’t want to spook him. Still letting him set the pace of whatever this is between us.
“Don’t you need to change too?” I hear the amused lilt in his voice and smile. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He pushes his jeans down after unzipping them, and I forget everything when his firm ass, gripped tight by his black boxer briefs, comes into view.
“Damn.” I know I should look away. I need to. This isn’t the same thing as a hookup. I asked him to come over to swim, and now I’m perving on him.
“You look awfully deep in thought over there.” I hear Rhett’s deep voice as he walks back into my room, his trunks in hand and wearing only his briefs.
“I was thinking I should look away.” I smile, but I don’t feel as confident as I manage to sound.
“Why?” His eyes are blazing with heat so intense, I suck in a sharp gasp of air that should embarrass me. It probably would if I wasn’t so turned-on. “I didn’t ask you to.”
I swallow hard, reaching down to grip my hard cock through my jeans and adjust myself to get a little more comfortable, but Rhett’s eyes track my movement. “No. You didn’t. If you had, I’d have looked away.”
He nods slowly, thinking that over carefully. “I know.”
He very slowly pushes his briefs down, and I’m pretty sure I actually gulp at the sight. He’s damn near killing me. His hard cock springs free, slapping against his abs. It’s as beautiful as I thought it would be—thick and long, cut, and already leaking at the tip. He kicks his briefs away, standing totally naked before me.
Jesus. Fuck. I think I stopped breathing.
“Grayson.” His voice is hoarse, dripping with need but also full of authority. “Get over here.”
I don’t waste time making my way to him and grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss. He yanks at my shirt, both of us stepping back enough for him to pull it over my head and toss it behind us before finding each other’s mouths again.
I feel those same long, elegant fingers working on the button of my jeans as I grasp the back of his hair and pull him into me. I want so many things at once, my dick rock hard and aching with desire.
For what? I’m not entirely sure, but he wants this too. I know that now. He hasn’t pushed me away, only pulled me in, and I’m going to take whatever he’ll give me. His lips bruise mine in a punishing kiss as his hands push inside my jeans, gripping my ass over my briefs and pulling my cock against his.
We both moan from the contact. “Jesus, Rhett. You’re killing me.”
I feel him smile against my jaw as he moves his mouth down to my neck, licking and sucking on the skin there. “Don’t die. That would suck for me.”
“So sweet.” I pull on his hair just enough so his eyes meet mine. “What do you want?”
I watch his throat as he swallows, his lips swollen from our kiss, as he thinks it over. “Your mouth.”
I grin, knowing I have to make it a little difficult for him. I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, just a peck. “Here?”
He shakes his head slowly. “No.”
I smile and then move lower, down his neck, then over his left pec to press a kiss to his hard nipple. “Here?”
“My cock. I want your mouth on my cock. I’m fucking dying here. Stop being a pain in the ass.” He sounds desperate.
I laugh, unable to help it as I drop to my knees, eye level with his beautiful dick and try to hold in the needy groan threatening to leave my lips. Because my god, he’s perfect.
“Please.” It’s a quiet plea, but it’s a plea nonetheless. From the normally quiet loner who’s been such a mystery to me. And there’s no way I’m not going to put him out of his misery.
“You’re perfect, Rhett.”
He snorts a quick laugh, but it dies on a moan when I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum waiting there for me. His hand grips my hair, not to the point of pain but enough to let me know he’s into this.
He wants it.
And so do I.
I take the tip into my mouth and suck. “Yes. God, Grayson.” His voice is breathy and sexy as hell as his fingers tighten their hold on my hair.
I take more of him into my mouth, loving the feel of his heavy cock. Using my tongue, I suction to bring him closer and closer to release, bobbing my head on his dick and taking it as far as I can without gagging. I haven’t had enough practice at deep-throating yet, but if he’ll let me, I’ll change that very soon.
My own cock is throbbing, still encased in my briefs and jeans, and I know I’ll do this every chance I get if he won’t push me away. The fear of him doing just that is in the very back of my mind, but as his hips buck and his grip in my hair increases, I allow myself to get lost in all the sensations coursing through me. “Grayson, I’m close.”
I feel him trying to pull me back, but I don’t stop, only doubling my efforts. Sucking him harder. I want to taste him. I need it. I don’t want to take him out of my mouth long enough to communicate that, though, so I only moan around his cock, hoping it gets my point across.
“I’m going to come, Grayson.” He’s desperate, then I hear a long moan as I taste more precum before his cock jerks, releasing spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. “Fuck.” He’s breathing heavily, but I don’t let up until I milk every last drop from him. Swallowing and licking him clean before I stand up to face him, I’m worried what he’s going to say and do post orgasm.