Page 17 of Rhett (The Swift Brothers #3)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tripp

“I trust you.”

Those words hit me hard, dig in deep and don’t let go. It couldn’t have been easy for Rhett to say them. Has he ever trusted anyone in his whole life? It feels like he hasn’t. That makes me sad but also reminds me how fucking monumental those words are.

Rhett wants me, but more importantly, Rhett trusts me.

And he wants me to make him feel good.

There’s not much in my life I’ve ever wanted more, and I sure as shit plan to give it to him. I can’t let myself mess this up.

“I don’t want to go too far,” I admit.

“I trust you,” he says again. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Years. I need this.”

Years? Jesus Christ. I need to make this special for him. “Can we take these off?” I finger the loop on his jeans.

“Yes.”

I’m so fucking thankful he’s open with me, so damn glad we seem to be on the same page, not only with what we want and our concerns, but also, it’s clear Rhett’s like me and doesn’t want to play games—both of us being extremely fucking honest with each other.

“Stand up,” I tell him, and Rhett hesitates for a moment, then gets to his feet. I kneel beside him, taking one shoe off, then the other, before popping the button on his jeans. My gaze never leaves his, watching for any sign that I’m going too fast, that he’s changed his mind or doesn’t like what I’m doing, but all I see is Rhett’s intense stare, only now it’s smoldering with a heat I’ve never seen from him before.

I unzip his jeans, impressed by the massive bulge beneath them. When I look up, Rhett gives me a simple nod, so I pull his jeans down his legs and toss them aside.

“Fuck,” I groan, taking him in. Pressing the side of my face against his abdomen, I rub my cheek against the coarse hair of his happy trail. I love men who are as big as me, love work-roughened skin and furry torsos, hell, furry anything. “I don’t think you know how sexy you are.” I press my lips against his abs, kissing him. “I’m risking my almost forty-year-old knees to kneel on the floor.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m kidding, Rhett. I’m not sure there’s anything that could get me to move right now.” I kiss his golden stomach over and over, enjoying him, savoring him, and maybe driving him a little wild.

“You smell like black birch. Not sure how that’s possible, but it is…even down here.” I brush my cheek against his hard cock. “Only it’s a little headier, mixed with musk.” I breathe in deeply and feel him shudder in response.

“Jesus…touch me.”

“I’m getting there.” With my finger, I tease the edge of his underwear. “Can I take these off too? I’m only going to use my hand on you tonight, but I’d love to feel that hot, hard length against my palm.”

I see him swallow and immediately worry I’ve pushed too far too fast. This moment is too big for me to think with my dick, but Rhett gives me a slow nod, and I press an open-mouthed kiss to his skin again.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Fuck, I’m dying for it.”

Those words fire me up, make my body zing with even more desire for him. “Me too.”

Our eyes still locked, I hook my finger in the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down. The swollen head of his cock peeks free, the tip moist with precum.

“It’s like unwrapping a gift,” I tell him, wanting to take him into my mouth, wanting to suck him to the back of my throat and learn what Rhett Swift tastes like everywhere.

Rhett’s cock is incredibly thick, veins pumping with blood down the length of his gorgeous dick. “So pretty,” I tell him, briefs at his mid-thigh now so I can take in the full picture—heavy, full balls, dark, coarse hair at his groin. His erection twitches under my hungry stare, balls lifting. He’s got dark-golden skin and black fur on his thighs. Every part of him is delectable, so fucking masculine and sexy. “God, I want to devour you.”

“Do it. Devour me. Make me feel.”

I wait for him to continue—feel good? Feel sexy? Feel pleasure? But when he doesn’t, I realize he doesn’t have anything to add. Rhett is simply asking to feel , which both breaks my heart and makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.

“Sit down,” I tell him, and Rhett does so easily.

I walk over to my desk, open the bottom drawer, and pull out a bottle of lube—because you never know when you’ll need one.

“You keep lube in your shop office?”

I grin. “You should be thankful I do.” I toss the bottle to the cushion next to him. “You good if I get out of my jeans?”

“You don’t have to ask me everything.”

“I know, but I’d like to. I’ll still be the one steering what direction we go, if that’s what you want, but it’s important to me to check in with you.” Because Rhett might want me to take the lead, and maybe part of him needs that, but on the other hand, I don’t think he’s been asked about much in his own life. I don’t ever want to treat him that way.

“I’d like that,” he replies. “And I’d like to see you too.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I tug off my shirt and toss it, then get rid of my jeans and boxer briefs. My dick throbs, bobbing and pointing up in my desire for him.

“Try not to drool,” I tease as he takes me in. I’ve never been insecure about my body. I am who I am, keep in decent shape because of work, but I’ve also never been naked and about to have sex with a man who’d thought himself straight. Uncharacteristically, I feel shy. I want Rhett to like what he sees because I sure as hell do when I look at him. I want him to keep wanting me as much as I do him.

He leans forward, placing his strong hands on my thighs and running them up and down. He doesn’t touch my cock, but that doesn’t stop it from pulsing, growing even harder under Rhett’s caress.

“I don’t understand why I want you so much.” His voice is soft, his gaze directed where he’s touching.

“Not everything is explainable. Maybe some things don’t have a reason, or they have a reason we don’t understand yet.” I run my fingers through his short, dark hair. “It’s okay not to have all the answers, to just enjoy yourself.” So much of his life has been with a goal in mind, but this is simply to feel good.

I kneel on the floor between his thighs, then squirt some lube into my hand. I push him gently so he’s leaning against the back of the couch. The moment my mouth comes down on his, I wrap my hand around his hot, thick shaft.

Rhett hisses into the kiss, then moans as I stroke him. My tongue slips between his lips, learning every inch of his mouth while my hand learns his cock.

He pushes closer, kisses me deeper, tongues tangling in sync with the up-and-down strokes. I love the feel of him against my palm, love the taste of him. Want to sink into the way he pushes against me like he’d do anything for more.

My dick is aching, but as much as I want to get off, this moment is about Rhett. The desire to pleasure him fills me up right now in ways an orgasm wouldn’t.

My mouth journeys down his throat. I keep jerking him as I rub my cheek against his slightly furry pecs, then lash my tongue against one of his nipples.

“Fuck…that feels good.” He rests his hand on the back of my head, pressing me closer.

“You like this?” I flick my tongue over his nipple again and nearly drown in the sound of pleasure he makes. “Or this?” I pull my mouth away and speed up the movements of my hand. He’s rock-fucking-hard, precum running down his shaft with each of my strokes.

“Both. Everything. Probably not gonna last long.”

“But then how do I keep making you feel?” I ask, moving to the other pec, laving that nipple with my tongue before tugging it with my teeth. At the same time, I run my thumb under the head of his cock, and Rhett’s body bows forward.

“Christ. This is embarrassing. I’m gonna…”

I pull back, both my mouth and my hand. “What if I’m not ready for you to come yet?”

His pupils blow so wide, I can hardly see his brown irises.

“Do you like that? Do you like me not letting you come until I’m ready for you to?”

“I…don’t know.”

Jesus, he’s honest. It’s a breath of fresh air. “Let’s give it a try.”

I kiss one thigh, then the other, move up to his stomach and chest again, letting Rhett cool off a little before I take his cock in my hand. I alternate between using my mouth on his torso, sucking his nipples, and sitting back on my heels and watching him. Seeing his thighs tense and his jaw clenching as he tries not to come. Rhett watches me sometimes too, and others he squeezes his eyes closed, and that’s when I know he’s close and let go of his dick again.

“Please,” he begs, his deep voice rougher than usual.

“Please what? Keep touching you? Finally make you come? Or do you want me to get you right on the edge before I stop again?” I pump more lube into my palm before taking Rhett in hand again.

“That. The last one.”

“Are you sure?” I watch his face, stroke him slowly. “Because even if it’s up to me when you come, I still want it to be up to you.” If this is what we’re going to do, it’s important he knows it’s his choice.

“That’s why I want it. I wouldn’t…with anyone else.”

I pause, the truth almost pulling me under. I’m in a whole lot of trouble when it comes to this man. I won’t be able to hold back my feelings. I’m already entranced by him. He makes me feel alive in a way I didn’t know I needed. But he has a tremendous amount of things to work through, a lot going on in that head of his, and if he decides this isn’t what he wants, it’s going to hurt, something I never wanted to live through again.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asks.

“No. You said something right.”

Over and over and over again, I lead Rhett to the cliff’s edge but don’t let him plunge off. He’s sweating, bites his lip, muscles tight and cock looking like it’s going to burst.

I’ve never edged someone before. It’s killing me as much as it is him, bringing me to the cliff with him, and I’m not taking the dive either.

When he’s begging, “Fuck, please do it. Make me come,” I nearly empty my own balls, hands-fucking-free, just by how incredibly sexy he is.

“No more waiting.” My heart’s beating too fast, my body trembling, eager for what’s to come. I climb onto the couch with him, lay Rhett on his back and get on top of him. “I’m going to make us come together.” I pour lube onto our shafts, then line them up. “Fuck, I need you.”

My mouth slams down on his. Kissing Rhett is like an out-of-body experience. I never realized how much I liked kissing before, or maybe I didn’t like kissing this much until him.

He lets my tongue invade his mouth. I rut against him at the same time, our cocks rubbing together, Rhett moving up to meet each motion of my hips.

The familiar buzz starts at the base of my spine. He feeds me needy sounds, which I devour. When Rhett’s body tenses beneath me, bows upward, I can’t stop myself from joining him.

Light flashes behind my eyes, my balls drawing up when I feel the first spurt of Rhett’s release. Our thick, hot cum mixes between us as we keep moving, what feels like a never-ending load in my balls. When I’m finally wrung dry, I collapse on top of him, both of us breathing heavily.

“That might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I say, cheek against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of Rhett’s breathing. When he doesn’t answer right away, I lean up so I can look at him, hoping I haven’t misread anything, that we didn’t go too far. “Are you okay?”

He nods.

“That all you’re gonna give me? I must admit, you’re worrying me.”

“I don’t mean to.” He reaches up, hand close to my face, but lets it linger there a moment like he’s unsure if he should touch me.

I take his wrist, pull until his palm is against my cheek, and Rhett…smiles. It really does look so good on him.

“I guess I’m bisexual,” is what he lands on, and I chuckle.

“You’re something. That’s for you to decide. Do you have negative feelings about that?”

“No.” He brushes his thumb against my cheek. “I’ve spent my whole life feeling alone in one way or another. With you…I don’t. It doesn’t matter to me that it’s a man making me feel this way. I just want more of it.”

I’m pretty sure my heart nearly falls out of my chest and sinks right into Rhett’s. “No one has ever talked to me the way you do.”

“I’ve never talked to anyone the way I do to you. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t. God, you won’t,” I say, and kiss him.