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“You look like you were defendin’ your honor,” I corrected, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, careful of the healing split there. “Don’t change what I said, though.”

He huffed out something that was almost a laugh, then went still when I let my hand drift down his side, over the curve of his hip, my fingers finding the hem of his sweatpants. His breath caught.

“West,” he said, and there was uncertainty in his voice that made my heart race a little.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” I said, watching his face for any hint of discomfort. “Just want to touch you. That okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, already nodding like he couldn’t get the word out fast enough. “I just feel like I’m dreamin’ still.”

I slid my hand lower, past the waistband, and found him already mostly hard, warm and heavy against my palm. He let out a shaky breath and pushed into my grip, his hips rocking forward on instinct. The sound he made when I wrapped my fingers around him went straight through me like a live wire.

“Easy,” I murmured against his jaw, though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to him or myself. My own cock was throbbing something fierce, trapped against his thigh, and every roll of his hips against my hand was doing nothing to help that.

“Can’t help it,” he said, voice cracking. “Been wantin’ this for years, West.”

The way he said it lit a fire low in my belly that filled me from head to toe. I stroked him slowly, learning the shape of him, the way his breath hitched when I twisted my wrist just so, and the way his fingers dug into my shoulder when I found a rhythm he liked.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, my mouth against his ear. “Anything. I mean it.”

Rhett’s eyes were dark, blown wide despite the early morning light barely creeping through the curtains. “I want to suck you off,” he admitted, sounding almost embarrassed to say it. “If that ain’t too much to ask this early.”

I felt my own cock jump at that, hard enough that I had to take a breath before I answered. “Ain’t too much at all,” I said, already pushing the blanket back, already pushing my own shorts down to let my cock free.

He pushed himself up on one elbow and turned himself around so that he was pointed the opposite direction, his mouth level with my cock. He looked up at me, those blue eyes sparkling in the dark as he flicked out his tongue, tasting the head of my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my hand threading through his blonde hair reflexively. “I ain’t had one of these in a long time.”

Rhett paused. “Are you kiddin’ me? You had a girlfriend for that long and she didn’t even blow you?”

I shook my head. “She said she didn’t like doing it.”

“Her fuckin’ loss,” Rhett grinned, licking the head of my dick once more. “You better be ready then, because I’m not gonna stop until you cum.”

My heart did a weird flip in my chest, but I didn’t have much time to examine it before my cock was in his mouth. The sensation made my toes curl instantly, the heat enveloping me as his tongue rode against the sensitive underside of my shaft. I couldn’t help the noise that tore out of me, low and rough, my hips jerking up before I could stop them. Rhett made a small sound around me, something satisfied and hungry all at once, and pressed his hand flat against my stomach to hold me still.

“Sorry,” I gasped, forcing myself to lie back against the pillow instead of chasing that heat. “Sorry, just... fuck, Rhett.”

He pulled off just long enough to grin up at me, his lips already swollen and slick, looking wrecked in the best possible way. “Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice rough. “I want you to lose control. Been dreamin’ about that for longer than I can remember.”

Before I could answer, his mouth was back on me, taking me deeper this time, and any words I might’ve had died somewhere in my throat. I fisted my hand gentle in his hair, careful not to pull too hard, and watched him work like he’d been made for exactly this. His tongue traced patterns along my length that had my thighs shaking, and every time I twitched or moaned he seemed to double down, chasing the sound like he needed it as much as I needed his mouth.

“Rhett,” I breathed, my hips rolling up into that slick heat despite myself. “Rhett, God, where’d you learn to do that?”

He hummed around me, the vibration nearly sending me over right then, and I had to grit my teeth and think about fence posts and busted water pumps just to hold myself together a little bit longer. I wanted this to last. Wanted to memorize every second of it, the gray morning light falling over his cheek, the way his shoulders moved as he bobbed his head, and the little needy sounds he made like he was getting just as much out of this as I was.

I glanced down and saw his other hand had slipped into his own sweatpants, working himself in time with the rhythm of his mouth, and that image alone about did me in.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that,” I warned, my voice strangled.

Rhett pulled off with an obscene little pop, looking up at me through his lashes, lips kiss-swollen and shining. “That’s the idea, West,” he said, his voice wrecked and low. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I wanna know what you taste like.”

“Jesus Christ.” I fell back against the pillow, my whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. “Get back down here then.”

He didn’t need telling twice. His mouth found me again, faster now, more desperate, and I felt that tight coil low in my belly start winding tighter and tighter with every pass of his tongue. My hand tightened in his hair, not pulling, just holding on, an anchor while everything else in me came apart at the seams.

“Rhett, I’m close,” I managed, my voice barely more than a rasp. “Real close.”

He hummed again in answer, taking me deeper, and that was all it took. I came hard, my hips stuttering up into his mouth, my vision going white at the edges as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Rhett swallowed around me, taking everything I gave him, and didn’t pull away until I was fully spent and trembling underneath him.