A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies - Christina Lee Page 0,78
for either of them. Instead, Rhys was hard as a fence post and Emerson wasn’t much better off as his erection dug into Rhys’s back.
“Oh fuck,” Emerson groaned when Rhys squirmed against him. Soon enough their bodies were slowly grinding as Emerson kissed along the sensitive skin at his nape.
Rhys hissed when Emerson reached forward and encircled Rhys’s stiff cock. “Let me make you feel good.”
Rhys’s entire body lit on fire as Emerson jerked him with a tight grip. But it didn’t feel like enough. He was raw and emotional and needed more. So much more.
“Want you to fuck me, Em,” he gasped as he ground his ass against Emerson’s groin. “Please, fuck me.”
Emerson’s hand stilled on his shaft. “I’ve never…”
“Doesn’t matter.” Rhys turned his head and kissed Emerson’s jaw. “It’s just you and me, and I want to feel connected to you right now.”
“I want that too. Are you sure I won’t hurt you? Your ribs—”
Rhys’s hand reached back to Emerson’s hip, and he pulled him flush against him. “Just like this. From behind, nice and slow.”
“I won’t even last my first time,” he balked, too inside his own head, and Rhys felt guilty for asking, especially if he wasn’t ready. “You’ll probably be so tight—”
“It’s totally cool if we wait. Sorry. I only wanted to feel you inside me, no matter how long it lasted. We have years to practice and improve our stamina. But tonight just feels so…”
“Special,” Emerson whispered as he kissed his shoulder. “I need you too, and I want to try.”
“Only if you’re sure.”
Mind made up, Emerson snapped his hips forward, then readjusted so his shaft slipped between his cheeks in a rocking motion. Rhys clenched his teeth.
“Feels so fucking good.”
“Oh God.” Emerson’s voice was filled with lust and longing, making Rhys tremble. Emerson’s hand stilled on his hip. “Oh shit. We don’t have any condoms.”
Rhys continued grinding against him, enjoying the slide of his cock inside his crease. “According to my records, which I’ve unfortunately become way too acquainted with in the last few weeks, my last STD test was three months ago. But I understand if you don’t want to—”
“I definitely want to. I trust you, and I obviously haven’t been with anyone in years,” he replied, and just hearing Emerson say he trusted him made Rhys’s heart balloon in his chest. “What do we do for lube?”
“You’re leaking all over me,” Rhys pointed out. “That and a little spit on your fingers will be enough.”
Besides, Rhys couldn’t wait to feel the stretch and burn. Sometimes he was a fan of rougher sex, but that was a conversation for later—much later. Right then, it would be enough to feel Emerson inside him raw. Holy fuck!
He heard the lewd sound of Emerson sucking on his fingers, and he fisted his cock to stave off his response. Hot damn, just envisioning what he and Emerson might get into in the future was enough to make him lose his load.
“Like this?” Emerson asked in a timid voice as his fingers fluttered between his cheeks, then circled his hole.
“Oh fuck.” When Rhys squirmed in reaction to his touch, the tip of Emerson’s finger breached his pucker, and his eyes nearly crossed. “Yeah, just like that,” he replied as Emerson nudged his finger farther inside. He seesawed in and out, driving him wild.
“Now with your cock. Please, need you inside me.”
“Holy hell,” Emerson groaned as he slowly pulled his finger from his hole, then grabbed a handful of his ass. “You’re so hot.”
Rhys breathed through his mouth, attempting to rein in his racing pulse. The fact that Emerson was as attracted to him as Rhys was to him only heightened the anticipation.
Emerson sucked on the tender spot between Rhys’s neck and shoulder, his fingers trembling against his hip. “I can’t believe I’m about to be inside you,” he whispered, and there was wonder in his tone.
“Can’t wait.” Rhys raised his knee toward his chin to help ease him inside. Lining his cock to his hole and pressing forward, Emerson wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling them flush. Feeling his warm, naked skin against him, shoulder to knee, was exactly the kind of closeness Rhys needed. “Go at your own pace.”
So Emerson did, with painstaking care that almost did his heart in.
Rhys moaned at the initial burn as Emerson’s shaft eased inside his hole. He grasped for the hand that braced his stomach and brought it to his mouth, kissing his palm. “So good.”