Page 48 of Catching Sparkles

“I thought you wanted me to,” I said, refusing to budge and let him out. And maybe that meant I was an asshole, but I wasn’t ready to separate yet.

“Well, yeah,” he admitted, biting down into his plush lower lip as he tucked a stray lock of pink hair back behind his ear. I could tell he was embarrassed by the way he couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “I did want you to. But you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” I said, even though my nerves were crackling inside me and I didn’t feel the least bit brave. “I was worried.”

His gaze finally darted back to mine, and he let out a little scoff, still looking adorably abashed. “Why, because I look so awful?”

“Huh?”

“Everyone’s been telling me all day, how bad I look.”

“No,” I managed to say. It was the total fucking opposite. I felt like I could drown in his eyes, even if they were kind of red and puffy with shadows underneath. “You’re gorgeous,” I tacked on, before I could think better of it. “I-I mean, you know, you… You couldn’t look awful if you tried.”

He stared at me for a few moments, the expression on his face gradually transitioning from puzzled to flattered and then ultimately pleased, before pushing up off my chest to brush his mouth over mine. It was quick and sweet, but even that brief contact had yearning welling up inside me. I hadn’t been sure I’d ever feel his lips against mine ever again.

My hand sprang up from my side to cup the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss, lingering on this one as I savored the taste and feel of his mouth. He melted against me, slipping his fingers into my hair as our lips moved together.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, the moment we parted to breathe. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No,” he answered softly. We’d parted, but just barely. He was still so close I could feel his breath fluttering out against my skin as he spoke. “It was stupid of me to get so upset. I know how much you’re going through, and I should have been more understanding.”

“No,” I insisted, though the idea that he was just as sorry as I was, and missing me just as much as I’d been missing him was like a healing balm applied straight to my battered ego. “I don’t want to be like those other guys you talked about, Sparkles. I… I want to be better. Even if I’m really fucking confused and I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, I don’t ever want to… use you,” I finished. He’d already told me everything was okay, but I couldn’t just let the words die in my brain without him ever hearing them. Even if he was willing to forgive me so easily.

When our lips crashed together this time, the kiss deepened into something rough and kind of desperate, until he was moaning against my tongue. My body was at full attention now, my dick tenting out the thin, flimsy fabric of my running shorts as we panted into each others’ mouths.

“I…” I trailed off, groaning when he moved his mouth down to my neck to tease me. “T-there’s something I want to try.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, blinking his dark lashes at me as he heaved himself up to straddle my hips. Staring down at me, he planted his hands on my chest as he lowered his weight onto my stiff cock. My breath shuddered out and I had to resist the urge to roll my hips up into his perfect ass.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. My heart was beating fast, and I could already feel color rising up to my face. Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually about to ask for this, but I also knew I’d die of longing if I didn’t ask for it. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Like, all the time.”

“You’ve been thinking about me that much?” He wondered, making my eyes nearly roll back when he shifted his hips to grind his cock over mine. I’d never had so much resentment toward a pair of jeans in my life. “That’s so sweet.”

“Ngh.” Christ. I had to get better at this stuff. But something about the way he looked and smelled and sounded just totally crippled my brain function. My body craved him like a drug, and being with him like this when I’d so recently been sure he’d never fucking talk to me again felt indescribable. I cupped his hips, dragging my hands around him so I could squeeze his ass. He was so small and tight and smooth, it made my mouth water.

“You know I was being serious when I said you can have me whenever you want. Whatever you want from me, you can take it. You don’t have to ask for anything. Even if I’m busy. Even if I’m asleep. If you need something from me, you can have it.”

A groan rumbled up from my chest as his meaning sank in. The idea of just grabbing him and bending him over whenever I needed it was so fucking hot. I wasn’t sure if I could ever actually do it. But the fact that he was willing to offer it, that I could treat his body like my own personal sex toy, was so sexy I could feel myself throbbing and leaking.

“But you like asking, don’t you?” He went on, grinning impishly when I nodded. “I love that about you, Rhys. You’re so much bigger than me. So much stronger,” he added, and my Adam’s apple bobbed in my throat as I swallowed. “You could make me do anything you wanted. But you love being a good boy for me. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.” I uttered the word out.

“Tell me.”

“I love being good for you. I love t-taking care of you. Like you take care of me.”

He rewarded my honesty by leaning down and pressing soft kisses to my face. The tenderness in the gesture coupled with the vulgar way our cocks were grinding together as I writhed under him had precum soaking into my boxers.

“Is that what you want to do right now?” He asked. “Take care of me?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

My nerves and embarrassment warred with my need to comply with his orders.

“I want to…” I gritted my teeth for a moment to bolster myself before continuing. Kendall watched me as he waited patiently, the very picture of serenity. Which was good, because if he’d started huffing or sighing or demonstrating impatience in basically any way, I would have totally lost my nerve and probably my boner. “I want to suck you.”