A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies - Christina Lee Page 0,62

to his senses. Unless he was mistaken, this would only be his second time kissing a guy. And Rhys had also been his first, which made this super fucking special. And pretty damned trippy.

Because the way Emerson was responding to him—like he was stripped down to his most basic instincts—made him want to explore this with him, whatever this was, even further.

But he also needed to follow his lead and not make any wrong moves that might scare him away. So when Emerson responded with his own determined pressure, Rhys finally let go, melting into his embrace, pushing his worries aside for now. Emerson’s breaths were shallow as Rhys attempted to swallow his groans, reveling in Emerson’s solid form, and he couldn’t resist angling his torso beneath the covers to get even closer.

When Rhys nibbled lightly on his bottom lip, he felt the quiver traveling across Emerson’s shoulders and down to the small of his back, where Rhys’s arm was bolstering him.

Emerson moaned low in his throat, his tongue swiping inside Rhys’s mouth—hot, wet, demanding—acting like a tuning fork inside Rhys’s body. Emerson was kissing the hell out of him, like he needed to memorize Rhys’s lips, and tongue, and taste. It was almost too much to bear, so Rhys slowed down, took a deep breath, kissed him gentle and sweet, trying to savor his taste as Emerson’s fingers curled against the nape of Rhys’s neck, as if Emerson was barely hanging on to the last vestiges of his control. Rhys’s stomach filled with a tender warmth he hadn’t ever experienced with anybody before.

What he wouldn’t give to see Emerson come undone. To have him stuff Rhys to the brim. Take him. Consume him. Fuck.

Rhys’s eyes suddenly pooled with hot, confusing tears, his emotions right at the edge like they’d been all too frequently since the accident. But damn, he was kissing his best friend, and the moment was complicated. Startling. Fucking incredible.

Too big for simple words.

Fingers tugging at Emerson’s hair, Rhys rolled to his back, taking the bigger man with him. Positioned over him like that, with their chests and groins lined up, Emerson gasped against his lips, his kisses turning urgent as his tongue delved deep inside Rhys’s mouth.

Rhys gave back in kind, the silky, wet friction of their tongues sliding together in a drugging rhythm, as Emerson’s hard length provided the perfect pressure. Rhys’s cock swelled, and his balls tingled. He was already on the edge, and it had everything to do with the sexy man rutting against him, losing himself in his own visceral urges.

“Goddamn, Em. You’re driving me crazy.” Rhys’s fingers tentatively reached around and clutched the round globes of his ass, and Emerson ripped his mouth away to hiss through his teeth.

“More.” When Emerson snapped his hips forward, it felt like a million pinpricks all over Rhys’s body. He blew a harsh breath against Emerson’s neck and squeezed his ass again, meeting his thrusts.

“Wanna feel you bare,” Rhys said, hoping his boldness would be welcome. “Pull us out…only if you feel comfortable.”

“Hell yeah.” Emerson’s raspy tone sent Rhys’s senses into a complete tailspin. He felt the anticipation building low in his groin as Emerson yanked Rhys’s shorts down, then pushed his own out of the way. When their bare cocks finally met skin to skin, all his nerve endings seemed to pulse simultaneously, making every place their skin touched hypersensitive.

And when Emerson’s cock began moving against him, the world seemed to stand still, as the singular sensation was focused directly between them. His ribs ached dully, but no way would he stop now. No fucking way.

“I’ve never…damn. Never felt anything like this.” Emerson alternated between grinding fast, then painstakingly slowly, as if relishing the feel of their skin sliding together. But Rhys was never going to last—this was Emerson hovering over him. Plus, it’d been too long.

Everything began tingling, his spine, his groin, even the roots of his hair. Warmth spread through his limbs like hot lava, and he erupted all over his stomach. “Oh fuuuck.”

He felt Emerson’s jizz join his own not a moment later as unintelligible words fell from his lips. His legs shook, his arms too until they gave out and he sank on top of Rhys, giving him his full weight.

“Holy fuck. I’ve never come that hard in my life,” Emerson wheezed, but Rhys remained still and boneless, simply humming into his ear. Emerson drew back, alarm in his eyes. “Oh shit, I forgot about your ribs. Am I hurting