Kayden

The night air was cool against my skin, but I hardly felt it under the warmth of my robe. We were out on the deck after spending the whole afternoon sleeping.

Above us, the sky looked like a masterpiece, crowded with shimmering stars that felt close enough to touch.

I held my wine glass, watching the moonlight dance on the surface of the wine as I stared upward, lost in the beauty of the sky.

Rhys was lying beside me on the deck. He pointed towards one of the stars and chuckled excitedly. "The sky looks so beautiful tonight, thanks to the stars," he murmured. He turned his head, his gaze shifting from the stars to my face. "But still not as beautiful as you are, Kayden."

I felt my cheeks flush, and I let out a soft, genuine chuckle. "Oh Rhys, you are such a flirt," I teased, setting my glass down on a nearby side table.

I didn’t want to wait anymore. I moved toward him, my hands finding his shoulders as I climbed onto his lap where he lay. I straddled his hips, pressing myself firmly against him.

I could feel the heat of his body through our robes, and as I looked down at him, his blue eyes darkened with an intensity that told me he wanted this just as much as I did.

I leaned down and kissed him first, slow at the start, tasting the wine on his lips. But the second our mouths fit together properly, something snapped. I tilted my head, licking into his mouth, and Rhys answered with a low growl that vibrated straight down my spine.

His tongue pushed against mine, demanding, sucking on it hard until my head spun. One of his hands slid up my back, fingers threading into my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted while he devoured me.

The kiss turned filthy fast. Rhys sucked on my lips and pulled until they felt bruised and swollen. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. I wanted to drown in him.

"Kayden," he murmured against my mouth. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I rocked my hips down, feeling the hard line of his cock pressing up against mine through the thin fabric of his robe. The friction made me gasp into another kiss. This one was even more intense.

Rhys sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue. Then he tilted my head back and attacked my throat. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin right under my jaw, pulling the blood to the surface, marking me.

I moaned, loud and shameless, my hands fisting in his dark hair as he worked a deep hickey into my neck.

Rhys growled in satisfaction, and the sound sent sparks straight to my cock. His hands shoved my robe completely off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist.

Cool air hit my chest, but then his mouth was there again. He kissed down my collarbone, open-mouthed and greedy, before latching onto my left nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking fast over the tight bud, his teeth grazing just enough to make my back arch.

I let out a cry of pleasure and ground my hips against his again.

One of his big hands slid between us, wrapping around both our cocks and stroking them together in a slow, firm rhythm.

I looked down between our bodies, watching as his hand worked us, and the sight alone made me throb.

"I want your mouth on me, Kayden," Rhys breathed.

He kissed me again, this time deep and possessive, then gently pushed me down.

I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees on the smooth wooden deck.

Rhys spread his thighs wide, his robe falling open to reveal his thick, hard cock already curving up against his stomach. I had seen it many times, but I couldn’t help but appreciate the sight.

He was gorgeous, veined, flushed dark at the head, and already leaking.

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh first, then higher, sucking a mark into the crease where his leg met his body.

He groaned, one of his hands coming down to cup the back of my head.

I dragged my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, tracing that thick vein and savoring the salty taste of his skin. When I reached the head, I swirled my tongue around it, licking up the bead of precum before taking him into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," Rhys moaned out loud, his hips twitching.

I hollow my cheeks and sank down, taking as much as I could. He was big, stretching my lips wide, and I could feel him at the back of my throat.

I breathed through my nose and relaxed, pushing further until my nose brushed against his base.

"Shit, Kayden... just like that," he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I started moving, slow at first, then faster. Wet, obscene sounds filled the night air as I sucked him, my tongue working the underside, my cheeks hollowing on every upstroke.

After a moment, I pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, and licked down to his balls. I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while stroking him with my hand.

Rhys cursed under his breath, his head falling back.

I stayed like that with him for long minutes. Sucking, licking, taking him deep until my throat ached.

Every moan and twitch from him made me harder. Finally, he tugged me up by the hair, not rough but firm, and pulled me into a searing kiss. He didn’t care that my mouth was still slick with his precum. He licked into it like he wanted to taste himself on my tongue.

Then his strong hands gripped my hips until I was on top of him again, and without a word, he turned me over and dropped to his knees on the deck right in front of me, spreading my legs wider with his palms.

"Rhys..." I breathed, my voice already hoarse.

"I am going to eat your pretty hole right now until you are shaking," Rhys said, his voice low and rough.

Before I could react, I felt his wet tongue on my inner thigh, then higher, sucking at every sensitive part of me. His hands spread my cheeks apart, exposing me completely, then he lowered his tongue right against me, circling slowly.

"Rhys!" I cried out his name into the night.