Chapter 229: Tongue-Fucked Over the Railing
Kayden
"Rhys," I repeated his name as he locked me spread and flat over the railing, then pointed his tongue and pushed inside.
The wet heat of it made my knees buckle. Rhys held me open wider, burying his face deeper between my cheeks. He ate me out like he was starving. Long, hungry licks followed by filthy sucking on my rim.
I grabbed a handful of his hair while screaming out his name. "Fuck, Rhys!" My voice cracked as he sucked harder, his tongue fucking in and out of me in shallow thrusts. He groaned against my skin, the vibration shooting straight to my cock.
One of his hands came up to stroke me slowly while he devoured my ass.
He pulled back just enough to spit on my hole, watched it drip, then dove back in. This time he was relentless. Sucking, licking, tongue fucking me deep until my eyes rolled back.
I pushed back against his face, riding his tongue shamelessly. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers in alongside his tongue, stretching me open while he kept licking around them.
The dual sensation had me moaning loud enough that I was glad we were alone on the open deck.
Rhys stood up suddenly, spinning me around again so my chest pressed against the railing. He dropped back down behind me, spreading my cheeks even wider. Now in perfect position, he buried his face fully between them.
His tongue seared inside me, fucking me in long, deep strokes while his nose pressed against me. He ate me like he wanted to ruin me.
Spit ran down my thighs as he sucked hard on my rim, pulling it into his mouth, then licked lower to my balls, sucking one into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue before doing the same to the other.
My legs started shaking, my cock throbbing, and I was dripping onto the deck.
Rhys reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking in time with his tongue thrusting into my ass. Every few seconds he’d pull back to spit more, then dive in, eating me like it was his last meal.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled against my skin, his voice muffled. "Love this tight little hole. I could eat you for hours."
I whimpered, pushing back desperately, unable to form words. He added a finger, then another, then another, stretching me so hard while licking around me in filthy circles.
The stretch burned so good. My prostate was constantly nudged, sending sparks through my whole body.
Rhys stood again and pressed his hard cock against my spit-slick hole but didn’t push in yet. Instead, he pulled me upright against his chest, one arm banded across my torso while the other hand tilted my head back for a deep, filthy kiss.
I could taste myself on his tongue. Musky, salty, and it made me moan louder into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue the same way he had sucked my hole. Possessive and hungry.
Then he dropped back down, this time turning me to face him again. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and went back to devouring my ass. From this angle, he could take long, dragging licks from my balls all the way up over my hole and back down.
He sucked my balls into his mouth, one after the other, while his tongue bathed them. His two fingers pumped steadily inside me.
My cock rested against his forehead, leaking onto his hair, but Rhys didn’t care. He just kept sucking and licking and finger-fucking me until I was saying words I couldn’t even understand.
"Heh—fuck—"
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue again, pushing deep while his hand flew over my cock. The wet heat, the suction, the relentless rhythm—it was all too much for me.
I came with a broken cry, shooting across his chest and neck in thick ropes.
Rhys kept eating me through it, licking and sucking until I was oversensitive and whimpering.
Only then did he rise and pull me into another slow, deep kiss. His mouth was slick, swollen, tasting of me.
"My omega," he whispered between the kisses. "Tonight, I am going to mark you as mine and mine alone. But first, I need to take you right now from behind. Bend over for me," he murmured, his voice low and commanding against my ear.
He kissed the back of my neck, sucking it lightly before giving me a gentle push toward the wide railing at the edge of the deck.
I gripped the smooth wood, leaning forward, my ass pushed out toward him. This position left me exposed under the stars. I was completely vulnerable, completely his.
My cock hung heavy between my legs, already twitching back to full hardness.
Rhys stepped up behind me, his chest pressing against my back. One big hand slid up my spine, then tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so he could claim my mouth in a fierce, upside-down kiss.
It was messy and intense. Tongues sliding, lips sucking hard, teeth nipping. I moaned into it, the angle making everything feel dirtier.
Rhys broke away only to trail bites down my shoulder, sucking dark marks into my skin while his other hand reached around to stroke my cock slowly.
"Still so eager," he growled, squeezing the base. "Now I am going to take you in deep."
I pushed back against him, desperate. "Please, Rhys. Fuck me, please."
He chuckled darkly and dropped to his knees behind me. His hands spread my cheeks, his tongue teasing me once more, then he pressed his thick cock against my entrance.
The head nudged my hole, but Rhys didn’t push in right away. Instead, he leaned over me, one arm braced beside mine on the railing, and turned my head for another intense kiss. Our tongues battled as he rocked his hips, teasing the tip in and out, stretching me slowly.
When I moaned desperately into his mouth, he finally thrust forward, slow at first, then buried himself to the hilt in one long stroke.
I cried out at the stretch, the fullness. Rhys stayed buried deep for a moment, kissing my neck, sucking another mark while I adjusted.
Then he started moving, giving me long, powerful thrusts that had his hips slapping against my ass. Each one dragged over my prostate, sending sparks shooting up my spine.
"Good, you feel incredible," he groaned.
One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other stayed tangled in my hair, pulling just right. "You are so tight, but you take every inch of me like you were made for me."