Chapter 84: Breathless on his Cock

Chapter 84: Breathless on his Cock

Rhys

I didn’t give Kayden a single second to breathe or wait for a reply before I shoved my tongue back into his mouth. This time, the kiss was filthy and wet; I wanted to taste the back of his throat—anywhere I could get my tongue to reach.

"So soft," I murmured against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip until I heard him whimper, before I swallowed him whole again.

Then, I began to stroke his cock with a relentless, punishing rhythm. I could feel his slick everywhere—on his thighs, on my hand, and the scent of it was filling my head. I felt him coming apart again, moaning helplessly into my mouth.

His fingers dug into my scalp, pulling at my hair each time I worked my hand up the length of him.

"Look at you," I growled against his lips, my chest heaving. "You’re a fucking mess for me, aren’t you? And that’s why you should be fit for it! I want to hear how much you want this, Alpha!"

Kayden’s head thrashed against the tile, his eyes squeezed shut as a low growl broke from his chest. "Rhys... please... fuck, please..."

"Please what? Use your words, Kayden. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to this pathetic, twitching little cock while I watch you cry." I squeezed him hard, my thumb grinding over the head of his length until he let out a choked scream that echoed off the night.

"I want... I want you," he sobbed out, his voice cracking, completely stripped of his pride. "Please, Rhys... finish me. Just fucking finish me."

I let out a dark chuckle, my breath hot against his damp skin, and kissed his cheek. "That’s my good boy. Now, you don’t get to move until I say so. You’re going to take every bit of this, and you’re going to thank me for it."

I leaned in, biting down on the cord of his neck, right over his scent gland, while my hand moved faster than before. I wanted to ruin him, to make sure that he never looked at another man. It had to be just me. "Fucking hot," I hissed. I stopped just before he came over my hand, then I slid down, trailing hot, wet kisses down the center of his chest until I found his nipples.

I bit them, teasing them with my tongue until he let out a sharp, pained moan, and then I hit them with my thumb—flicking and pinching the sensitive buds until they were swollen. I moved between his legs, forcing his thighs so far apart I heard the friction of his skin against the wet tile. I looked up at him for one second, seeing his head thrashed back, his throat working as he tried to pull air into his lungs. He looked fucking ruined, and I was just getting started. I was going to ruin him more.

I leaned in, my breath hot against his inner thigh before I buried my face between his legs. I started with a long, slow lick from the base to the very top, coating him with my spit, and then I took him all at once. I shoved him deep into my throat, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked with a brutal force. The sounds were loud, wet, and sloppy because I wanted Kayden to hear exactly what I was doing to him.

I reached up while I worked my mouth around his cock, my hands finding his nipples again. I didn’t just pinch them; I rolled them hard between my knuckles, grinding into the sensitive nerves until his whimpers turned into high-pitched, desperate screams. I increased the suction, my tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit until I felt him twitching uncontrollably against my tongue. He was shoving his hips forward, instinctively trying to go deeper, his fingers digging into my hair and pulling, trying to anchor himself as he spiraled.

"Fuck, Rhys... fuck, please, I’m—"

I didn’t let him finish the sentence. I sucked him harder, my throat tightening around him, making sure he felt every bit of the vacuum. I wanted to drain him. I wanted him to feel like his soul was being pulled through his skin. I reached down with one hand and gripped his balls, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch and his eyes blow wide while I kept up the punishing pace with my mouth.

"Rhys!" he screamed as his body shook violently against me.

But I didn’t stop until I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue. It only made me hungrier for him as I went as deep as I could, my nose buried against him, taking every bit of his length until I hit the back of my throat. I made him feel the raw hunger of a True Alpha who wasn’t going to stop until I’d taken every fucking drop. The violent tension in his thighs grew, and he arched his back, letting out a loud scream, and then I ripped my mouth away.

I panted against his thighs, watching as he came all over himself, my face, and his stomach. In that moment, Kayden looked perfect—and pathetic—as his eyes rolled back, his body twitching with the aftershocks of a high he hadn’t been allowed to control.

"Look at the mess you made, Kayden," I said, wiping his cum from the side of my chin. "But we are not done."

I reached up before he could say anything and hooked my arms under his pits, hauling his shaking body off the tile and into the water with me. The splash was loud, and the warm water swallowed us both as I pulled Kayden against my chest. He was dead weight, his head falling onto my shoulder, his skin slippery against mine.

I didn’t give him the peace he wanted. I immediately pinned him against the side of the pool and crushed my mouth back onto his. This kiss was even filthier than the last, tasting of his own salt and the rawness of my hunger. I swallowed his gasps, my tongue pushing deep, claiming every inch of his mouth as if I could bridge the gap between our souls through it.

I broke the kiss only to bury my face in the crook of his neck. I released more of my pheromones; the scent of pine and winter air filled the space, asserting my dominance.

"You’re mine," I growled into his skin, the sound vibrating against his pulse.

I latched onto the side of his neck, right where his scent gland was thrumming, and sucked hard. My teeth grazed the surface as I worked to leave a mark so deep and dark it would look like a brand. I didn’t care if anyone on the team saw it. Kayden let out a long, broken whine, his hands weakly clutching the back of my shoulders.

I reached down through the churning water, my hand finding the firm, rounded curve of his ass, and gripped him hard, my fingers sinking into his flesh. His response was a soft sob, and I was desperate to see just how much more he could take. I slid a finger inside him, and he let out a choked, wet sound against my shoulder.

"Easy, Kayden," I muttered, though I was anything but easy. I added a second finger, stretching him, feeling the rhythmic internal pulse of him against my hand. I didn’t stay there. I grabbed his hips and spun him around, forcing him to face the tiled wall of the pool. "Lean forward. Hands on the edge," I commanded.

He obeyed with a shaky breath, bending his back until his spine was a beautiful, arched line and his ass was pushed back, floating right at the surface for me. I dipped my head under the water, the blue depths blurring my vision as I surfaced right behind him. I didn’t hesitate. I sank my teeth into the meaty part of his buttock, biting down hard enough to hear him cry out over the sound of the splashing water. I was tasting him, marking him right there where no one else but me would see. Then I went back to work with my fingers, driving them deep while my mouth moved upward.

I traced a path of fire up the small of his back, my teeth grazing every vertebra, biting and sucking his skin until I reached the nape of his neck. I grabbed the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in his wet hair to pull his head back, forcing him to look at me over his shoulder. I surged up, spinning him around one more time so he was trapped between me and the wall, then I crashed my lips onto his again—and again—and again. Then I pulled back just enough to look at him.

"Rhys," he panted, his face flushed and his lips swollen.

"You like the ice, don’t you, Kayden?" I rasped, my hand sliding from his neck to the top of his head, my fingers tangling in his soaked hair. "You like the way the air burns your lungs when you’re skating at top speed?"

He nodded weakly, his eyes searching mine, completely oblivious to what was coming.

"Good. Let’s see how long you can last without it." I gripped his hair tighter and smirked at him, then pointed below the water, between my legs. "Get down there."

His eyes widened, darting toward the surface of the water. "Rhys... what?"

"You heard me. Do you have great lungs, Kayden? Show me." I leaned in. "I want you to go under. Hold your breath and suck me until I tell you to come up. If you surface before I’m done with you, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

He swallowed hard, the Adam’s apple I’d just been biting bobbing in his throat. He looked terrified, and I thought for a second he would refuse, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a deep, shaky breath and disappeared beneath the surface. I watched the top of his head sink into the blue water, and a second later, I felt his mouth around me.

"Kayden..." I groaned out his name.