Macy

Walking through the door of Rhys’s house after a long day at work, my eyes scanned the surroundings which had quickly become familiar over the past week or so. The spacious living room was decorated with brown leather furniture and forest green accents. The chef’s kitchen had gleaming stainless steel appliances, limestone flooring, dark mocha cabinets, and marble countertops. Being in Rhys’s space felt like coming home, a sensation which was new for me since my crappy apartment was nothing more than a crash pad. Our houses were on opposite ends of the spectrum, but it wasn’t the luxuriousness of his furnishings that made it feel like home. It was the man following directly behind me, his hands full of carryout bags from an Italian place I’d never had the chance to try before.

My feelings for Rhys were utterly unexpected, but in the very best way. He wasn’t just the hottie I’d given my V-card to, not that I didn’t appreciate how gorgeous he was or how amazing he made me feel when we slept together. He was the incredibly considerate man I’d somehow fallen in love with. As scary as it was and as crazy as it sounded, Rhys Campbell had become home to me. With the way he looked at me, how he touched me, his casual mentions of the future—I was pretty sure he loved me, too.

Case in point, the huge bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table where he was laying out dinner. I’d barely mentioned how much I loved tulips when we’d been watching a travel show about Holland on television the other day. When Rhys had come to pick me up and take me to work the next afternoon, he’d tried hiding the flowers behind his back. But, they’d been too big to hide and he’d had to drop them to the ground when I’d caught sight of them and threw myself into his arms. It was the first time I’d ever received flowers from a man. Another first with Rhys. He was bound and determined to have them all.

My dreamy smile was wiped from my lips as the scent of the dish he’d just opened wafted my way.

“Yuck,” I groaned, scrunching up my nose in distaste.

“Shit,” he muttered, slamming the box shut and getting up to toss it into the trash. “I forgot to tell them to skip the shrimp crostini when I added a few extra dishes to my usual takeout order.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered when he came back.

“For what, angel?”

“Having to skip one of your favorite dishes because of me.”

“I couldn’t care less if I never eat shrimp again. You’re way more important than food.”

I nudged him onto one of the dining room chairs and sat down on his lap. His harsh inhale made me smile. “Macy—”

I didn’t let him finish, determined to follow through with the idea which popped into my head. “I thought maybe we could take turns feeding each other. It would be another first for me.”

His hands slipped around my sides, over my belly, and up to cup my breasts. “That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day.”

I wiggled my butt on his lap as I leaned forward to snag a couple of the takeout boxes and a fork. I peered inside one of the boxes and grinned.

“Mmm, bacon wrapped something.”

“It’s fondi di carciofi,” Rhys breathed into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Bacon wrapped artichokes.”

“I’m going to need for you to tell me what each dish is, just like that. In Italian.” My voice was raspy and filled with need. “Because it’s sexy as fuck.”

“I know some French and Spanish, too.”

“Then we’re going to have to eat around the world until we run out of languages you can speak.”

“Whatever you want, angel.”

I lifted one of the artichokes to his lips, getting him to eat before I ditched my plan and swiped the food off the table so he could fuck me there instead. We worked our way through tasty meatballs with ricotta in a rich red sauce, a mushroom and red bell pepper risotto, and osso buco. When we were done, I gulped down the last of my wine and carefully set my glass back down, pushing everything away from the edge of the table.

“That was delicious, but I think I’m in the mood for some dessert.”

I slid out of his lap, turned and slowly lowered to my knees between his thighs. His grey eyes were startled for a moment, but then they filled with heat as he slouched down in his chair. “It looks like you have something particular in mind for your dessert.”

“All the times we’ve been together, you’ve barely let me taste you,” I explained as I undid his belt. “The pleasure you give me when your mouth is on me? I want that for you, too.”

His hands wrapped around my wrists, stopping my progress after I’d gotten his zipper lowered. “You don’t have to, angel.”

A hint of uncertainty crept up on me and my hands trembled beneath his. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “I love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want this for me as much as I do for you.”

I must have said the magic words because his hands dropped to his sides and he lifted up enough for me to pull his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. It sprang free, hard and thick with a drip of pre-come already at the tip.

My mouth practically watered at the sight of his large shaft in my hand, pulsing and throbbing in my grip, his piercing blinking at me from the top of his cock. I leaned forward and licked at the tiny pearl of liquid seeping from the head. I moaned as I finally tasted him, salty with a hint of something more that was uniquely Rhys.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, growing wet as I lapped at the small slit on the head of his cock with my tongue, flicking over the metal bar that brought me so much pleasure when he was inside me.

“More, angel. Please.”

He might have said please, but he didn’t give me the chance to give him more before he raised a hand to my hair and held my head in place while his hips lifted up. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into my mouth until the metal bar pushed against the top of my throat towards the back. I tensed up, nervous that I was going to gag on his cock. But when I looked up and saw the raw hunger and need in his eyes, my worries disappeared as I focused on giving Rhys pleasure.

He didn’t resist as I pulled back until only the tip was left in my mouth. I sucked gently, flicking my tongue over the piercing and enjoying the sound of his groans above me. Gently squeezing the shaft of his cock with one hand to hold him steady, I slid my mouth back down over him, taking the entire head as deep as he’d been when he’d surged inside of me with that thrust earlier.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his fingers tightening in my hair.

My eyes locked with his, I began sucking on his cock in earnest. I was determined to make him lose all control. To get him as wild with need as I always was when his mouth was on my pussy. I wasn’t able to get all of his length in my mouth, he was too big. So I used one hand to stroke the part of him I couldn’t fit inside while my mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft.

On the next upslide, I stroked my tongue on the underside of his cock. “I’m going to come, Macy. I can’t hold back. Your mouth feels too good.”

He tried pulling my head away, but I wasn’t about to let him do that. I sucked harder, drawing his cock in and out of my mouth faster. I moaned against his flesh each time the metal bar scraped against the top of my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah, angel. Just like that. Keep those pretty lips wrapped tight around me as I come down your throat.”

I tightened my hold on his shaft and swirled my tongue on the underside of his cock until he came, shooting his seed straight down my throat. I felt his legs tremble as his cock jerked in my mouth. When he was done, I pulled back and took a deep breath, drawing some much needed air into my lungs.

“Holy hell, angel,” Rhys panted as he pushed out of his chair and fell to his knees before me. Pulling me into his arms, he buried his face in my shoulder and nuzzled me. “That was amazing.”

I giggled lightly. “Another first.”

“It damn well better have been,” he rasped. “You were amazing. I love you so much.”

“What?” I gasped, pulling away from his embrace to look up at him.

“You heard me, dammit. I love you. And you fucking love me, too.”

Any thought of him saying it in the heat of the moment was wiped away by how grouchy he was when he repeated it.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I love you, too.”

“Fucking right, you do,” he growled, rising to his feet and lifting me into his arms. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom, where he spent the rest of the night showing me exactly how much he loved me while making me tell him those three little words over and over again until I’d almost lost my voice.