Page 25 of Catching Sparkles

My heart was pounding in my chest as I searched my brain for a response to give him. I didn’t know if everything was okay because I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted or why I’d dragged him back here.

I’d gotten so worked up over the idea of him leaving with another guy, but I didn’t have the right to bring that up to him. And why did I care so much if he did that? Was it because I wanted all of his attention for myself? Because his attention was basically the only good thing in my life right now?

“Rhys?” He asked again, the concern in his voice and pretty eyes intensifying in the stretch of silence.

“God, I am so fucking pathetic,” I finally said, because the thought had been swelling and swelling and I hadn’t been able to keep it inside me anymore.

“No, you’re not,” he denied. “I could never think that about you.”

“No, I…” I suppressed a groan, pushing my hair up off my forehead. “I know you couldn’t.” That was why he was the person I found myself constantly thinking about and wanting to be around. If there was anyone who would view me with permanently rose-tinted glasses, it was Kendall. “But maybe you should.”

“You’re being way too hard on yourself,” he said, his voice softening and gentling until it was like warm, soothing honey flowing into my ears and down into my burning, squirming guts to calm me. He reached out, lightly gripping my wrist. My veins thrashed under the pad of his thumb, my pulse thundering through me as I tried not to show how incredibly affected I was by the simple touch. Why did it feel so much better from him than it had from Brie at the bar? “You’re an amazing person, Rhys. You know how I feel about you.”

I scoffed, instinctively looking away from him as embarrassment crept over me. But I couldn’t pull away from the light contact of his hand on my wrist. The parts of my skin he was touching were starting to get hot, and the combination of the warm burn and the way he smelled and the way he was looking at me were making my dick hard. Again.

“Yeah, banging on your door in the middle of the night and… And…” I trailed off. I couldn’t even say it. “I’m sure you thought that was very cool of me.”

He bit down into his plush lower lip, obviously trying to hide an amused smile, lightly stroking his thumb over the veins in my wrist. It took every ounce of my self control not to whimper.

“I didn’t mind. I told you I was glad you came to me.” When I scoffed again, unconvinced, he went on. “You don’t think I’ve had fantasies about you like that? You don’t think that I… liked taking care of you?”

My breath shuddered out, my fingers giving an involuntary twitch, but I was afraid to move too much and make him think I wanted him to stop touching me.

“Did you?” I rasped out. I already knew the answer, but suddenly the need to hear him say it out loud felt paramount to my continued existence. Kendall leaned in closer to me, and I found myself drifting in toward him, too.

“Very, very much,” he answered, his voice so much lower now. Like he wanted me to lean in even closer. I swallowed hard, all my thoughts racing in panicked circles in my brain. This wasn’t why I’d come to talk to him, but… I couldn’t deny what my body was screaming for.

“You must think I’m such a coward,” I finally breathed out. My free hand, the one he wasn’t holding, raised up from my side and hovered up close to his hair. It was so shiny and silky, I couldn’t help but want to touch it. I flattened my palm against the bricks next to his head instead.

“I don’t,” he promised. We were practically smashed together now, so close that I could feel his breath fluttering out against my lips. I knew he could feel mine on his, my breath coming out so hot and labored I was practically panting already. “I just think you’re confused.”

The lack of judgment and expectation in his voice was wonderful as always, this ethereally pleasant thing it felt like I could only get from him.

“I don’t,” I said. “I don’t know what I want. I don’t… I…” I stopped, because I could feel myself starting to stutter.

“I think you do know,” he murmured. “At least, you know what you want right now.” My gaze dipped down to his pretty pink lips. It was torture, having them so close when I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. But he was clouding up the senses in my brain and making me forget everything but my most primal, baseline desires.

“Yeah,” I admitted, then shivered when he laid his palm flat on my chest, right over where my heart was banging against my ribcage.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He wondered, the pretty lilt in his voice making my cock jump and strain against the thin fabric of my shorts. I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him, taste him on my tongue, and feel his tight little body writhing against mine. Fuck.

“Yes.”

His hand moved the rest of the way up my chest and over my shoulder to cup the back of my neck, dragging me down as he tilted his face up to close the tiny gap between us.

KENDALL

HE KISSED ME like he’d been starving for it, his lips attacking mine with a ferocity I hadn’t expected after the timid, somewhat pitiful way he’d responded to my question. He leaned in, pressing the length of his body against mine so I could feel his pleasured, ragged groan vibrating up from his chest as his stiff cock prodded against my bare navel.

When he broke away to breathe, it was only for a split second before capturing my mouth again, pushing his tongue inside like tasting me was more vital to his health than sucking air into his lungs.

It was better than all the fantasies I’d ever had about having his firm mouth on mine.

My fingers tangled into his thick, messy hair, holding him close to me as his hands dragged down my body so hard I thought they might bruise, clamping onto my hips as he devoured my mouth. The way he rutted against me was so cute and so desperate, like he’d been counting the seconds until he could be alone with me again. I was already rock hard, my dick pinned up against my body by the stupidly tight little shorts I’d squeezed into that morning.

As long as I’d known him, I’d never seen this side of him before. So needy and vulnerable. And I’d never dreamed there would be anything, tangible or intangible, that he would come to me for. My heart was exploding in my chest, happiness coursing through me as I let him lap at my tongue.

When I squeezed his neck to hitch myself up a little and grind against his cock with mine, he let out a strained gasp and gripped onto my ass to hold me there. My back hit the bricks as he pinned me, his fingers squeezing and stroking the bits of my skin he could reach under the hem of my tiny shorts as I spread my thighs to make it easier for him.