Page 28 of Rhett (The Swift Brothers #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Rhett

A fter I finish getting cleaned up, I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I wait to second-guess myself, wait for the fear or regret to hit me, but it doesn’t come. Six months ago, would I have imagined something like this for myself? No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it now. I want to share this with Tripp, want to know what it feels like to be full of him.

If I’m being honest, I even researched it a little. I considered trying to practice, to open myself up the way I do with him, but I want to leave it up to Tripp. I trust being under his skillful hands, can’t wait to see what kind of pleasure he can give me.

My cock is already softening by the time I open the door. He’s lying where I left him, waiting for me, his dick soft against his thigh as well.

“It’s okay if you changed your mind,” he tells me.

“I didn’t. I was just…preparing.” In more ways than one. “I want this. I want you.”

I see the lube and a condom on the nightstand. It looks like Tripp did some planning of his own while waiting for me.

“Come here.” He motions me to him, and just looking at him already has blood rushing toward my groin. Tripp turns me on more than anyone ever has, and I love losing myself to that feeling, to him.

“Can I use my tongue on you?” he asks when I sit on the edge of the bed.

“I…” Heat flares in my cheeks. “Yes. If you want to.”

“I do. I so fucking do. Lie on your stomach.”

Okay, so it’s not every day a guy is going to get his ass eaten for the first time, and Christ, I can’t believe I even thought those words. But I can’t deny the tingle that starts at the base of my spine at the possibility.

I lie in the center of the bed, and Tripp spreads my thighs, then settles between them. He starts at my nape, kissing his way down my spine. When he gets to my ass, he kisses first my right cheek, then my left, before saying, “Relax. You’re clenching. It’ll be good, and if it’s not good, we stop.”

I nod, reminding myself he’s right. He peppers more kisses on me, this time along my ass cheeks, one after another after another, and the more he does it, the more my muscles loosen, the more I melt into the bed and simply allow myself to enjoy the pleasure Tripp is giving me.

“That’s it. Relax for me. I want to make you feel good.”

And damn, do I want that too.

Tripp pulls my ass cheeks apart, and there’s a brief moment of, Holy shit. He’s looking at my asshole , before I feel the first flick of his tongue against my rim. I’m not sure what to think, but then he does it again and again, making pleasure receptors I didn’t know I had begin to come alive.

“Please,” I beg, though I don’t know what I’m begging for. All I know is, I like his tongue on me, like the way it lashes against me, draws circles around me, makes my whole body feel jittery in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Tripp says before burying his face into my crease, his movements quicker, hungrier. It takes me a moment to realize I’m moving my ass backward, trying to get more of him, feel him, wondering what it would be like if he pushed his tongue inside me.

“You like that?” he asks, his tongue traveling down my taint.

“Yes. Fuck yes. So much. I…”

“You want more?” He circles my rim with the tip of his finger.

“Yes,” I answer again, and then his tongue is pushing at me, working its way inside. It’s not even his finger or cock yet, but the feel of being penetrated by Tripp, knowing it’s his tongue inside me, that he’s tasting me, eating my ass…Christ, I fucking love it.

I look over my shoulder and see him suck his finger into his mouth. He grins at me, then slips it between my cheeks. My body automatically tenses, even though this is what I want, but when Tripp starts kissing me again, rubbing his cheek against the curve of my butt, I relax again.

He pushes at me, and there’s a strange feeling at first. Not discomfort, exactly, but…I’m not sure how I feel about it. He pulls out some, then pushes forward again, still brushing his lips against me. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t believe you’re giving me this, can’t believe I get to see you this way. You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

His words help unleash something inside me. Make me push back against him again, wanting more.

“Tripp.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

His finger moves, rubs a spot within me, and I almost jolt off the bed as the most intense feeling of satisfaction electrifies me. “Fuck!”

I feel his smile against my ass. “That’s your prostate. It’s fucking amazing.”

“Do it again,” I ask, and he does, rubbing that spot each time he slides his finger in. My legs shake, my cock throbbing as I begin gyrating my hips against the mattress for friction. “That’s…Christ, Tripp. I never knew.”

“I’m glad it’s me who gets to show you.”

He grabs the bottle of lube, and a moment later I feel cool liquid pool in my crease. Tripp keeps fucking into me with his digit, each time making sure to pay attention to my prostate and nearly shooting me to the moon.

“Can I give you another finger?”

“Now. Yes. Jesus, Tripp. I love this.” Love him touching me, love him inside me, love knowing he’s opening me up for his cock.

“Fuck.” His teeth nip at my ass, and then I feel him pushing two fingers inside, kissing me and touching me while he’s fucking me. Tripp is fucking me. It might not be with his dick yet, but it’s still what he’s doing. I’ve done this to him numerous times by now, but somehow it feels like it alters my brain knowing Tripp is doing it to me.

I fuck my cock against the bed and my ass against his fingers, while Tripp tells me, “You’re so fucking sexy like this. I can’t believe how well you’re taking my fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my dick inside you, showing you how much you’re mine.”

“Yours.” I want to tell him that every day, all the time, want to remind myself that I belong to Tripp and he belongs to me. That he loves me the way I am, chooses me, doesn’t want to mold me or change me into anything else.

“Fuck me,” I find myself saying. “Fuck me, Tripp. I need to feel you. Need to come.”

“Christ, yes. Me too.” He pushes up onto his knees, my ass feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out of me.

I roll to my back. Tripp reaches for the condom, and my hand shoots out, stopping him. “Do we need that? You know I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”

“Me too.”

“I want to feel all of you inside me.” I don’t allow myself to be embarrassed by my need. There’s no room for that between us, not anymore, not ever.

He answers by slamming his mouth down on mine in a possessive kiss. My arms wrap around him, and Tripp moves so he’s leaning over me. “I love you. I can’t wait to fill you up, to know that my cum is inside you,” he says against my mouth.

When Tripp pulls away, I watch him as he pumps lube into his hand and coats his cock. He tugs me down some on the mattress, Tripp between my legs and pushing them open and back. A tremor rocks me to my core, but it’s not fear. It’s desire and rightness and hunger and happiness, all the things this man has brought into my life.

“I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

I nod. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and then a moment later, his cock is pushing against my hole. It feels different than his fingers because there’s so much more girth there. I suck in a sharp breath, the sensation not one I’m used to yet, and again, I’m not sure how I feel about it. But before, it got better, and I have no doubt it will again.

“Fuck,” stumbles from my mouth, the stretch and fullness making me shift.

“Want me to stop?”

“No. Keep going. I want you.”

He puts more lube into his hand and then begins stroking my dick while working his way inside me. I’d softened some, but the tight, slick grip of his hand brings me back to life again.

“Jesus, baby. I can’t believe how tight you are, how fucking perfect you feel wrapped around me.” He pushes in a little more, then more again, talking me through it, jerking me, looking at me in this way that no one has ever looked at me before Tripp. Like I’m something. And more than that. Maybe everything.

I suck through my teeth again when he pushes forward, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s amazing to think about, that Tripp is inside me, that my body is molding and shaping itself so he can fit. That thought has my cock jerking in his hand, has my desire amped up another notch. I fucking love this.

“More,” I plead.

“I’m almost all the way in.”

“Just do it. Want it.”

His pupils flare wide before Tripp pushes the rest of the way in. We moan together, not breaking eye contact.

“Christ, I can’t believe you’re in me.” I’m still adjusting. I’m so full, and there’s no getting around that feeling being something I’m not familiar with. But I also know it’ll be good, that he’s going to make me out of my mind with pleasure. “Fuck me, Tripp.”

He gives me a smirk that says more than he knows, pulls back, and thrusts his hips forward again. Tripp kisses me while he takes me, the slide of his dick feeling better and better with each thrust.

Every time his cock brushes my prostate, I get an extra jolt of pleasure shooting through me. His tongue is in my mouth and his dick is in my ass. There’s something intoxicating about that, something that makes me feel like I can fucking fly. I want to hold on to that, to keep it with me and feel it over and over again.

“Tripp…yes…I…” I’m not even sure how to finish that sentence.

I feel his smile as he’s kissing down my neck, and it elicits one of my own.

“I never want to stop fucking you,” he says, and damned if I don’t wish that were possible, if I don’t wish we could live in this moment forever.

Tripp pushes my legs back farther, moving so he’s looking down at me as he thrusts harder, faster. I take my cock in hand, still slick from lube, and jerk myself off. I feel him everywhere, feel pleasure everywhere—on my cock, in my ass, on every inch of my skin that touches him. It’s addicting and enthralling, and I never want it to stop.

“Look at how much you’re leaking. You want to come for me, baby? You wanna empty those big fucking balls of yours that I love all over your belly? I bet you do, especially because as soon as you’re done, I’m going to come inside you the way you want. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and then later tonight, you can do the same for me.”

I arch toward him, my body aching, dick throbbing. I’m right there on the precipice, hand working my shaft. I know it won’t take much to tilt me over the edge, and knowing that Tripp will come inside me when I do makes my balls tighten.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, make me come.”

He lets loose a growl, and then his thrusts are deliciously punishing, his hips slapping against my body in a way I know I’ll crave for the rest of my life. The room is filled with the sound of our sex. It’s primal and hungry and beautiful and right.

When his cock slides over my prostate again, Tripp leaning down to nibble my lip, I can’t hold back anymore. I shatter, come apart for him, tingles all over my body, vision blurry as I spurt on my stomach, cum running down my cock, balls drawing up as I continue to spill.

“Me too. Fuck, me too,” Tripp grits out, his movements more frantic. His body tightens, his cock twitching inside me, his balls emptying in me, and the thought makes my dick spasm and shoot again.

We’re coming together, and then we’re limp together, Tripp falling on top of me, body hot and sweaty and heavy. My arms and legs wrap around him, keeping him from moving because nothing has ever felt better than this, and I want to live in this moment for as long as I can.

We come down from our high together, breathing fast, then slowing, bodies melding, becoming one.

“I think I’m demisexual,” spills from my lips.

Tripp shifts but only enough to lift his head from my chest so he can look at me. From the expression on his face, I can tell he’s not sure what that means.

“It’s when you don’t feel sexual desire for someone without a strong bond. I said before that it’s never been like this for me, and I meant it. I could have gone forever without having sex again, until I met you. It’s never been anything close to this, and now it’s like…I don’t know how to word it. Like it lives deep inside me, a part of me. That sounds ridiculous, but—”

“God, I fucking love you. I don’t think you understand how much I love you, Rhett.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling. I hope I hear those three words from him every day, forever. “I love you too.”

“I want to tell Meadow tomorrow. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I nod, and as he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, I know everything has fallen into place.