Celtic Princess
Basilet
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Rhys wasn’t happy. The game hadn’t gone the way he wanted. I had been watching the game on and off while Carson and Rhys paid avid attention in the living room. Muttered curses and loud cheers drifted to me while I drifted around the house. When it became apparent that the Eagles weren’t going to win, Rhys’ dark mood settled around him.
I walked into the living room and flopped on the oversized chair to ride out the storm. His gaze settled on me as I pulled my legs up and got comfy. I watched him warily, not sure what to expect.
“You cost me money. I expect to be repaid.” The sides of his lips kicked up in a phantom smile. “I think you can start with a blowjob.”
I raised my eyebrow at him while Carson snickered from the other side of the room.
“Aww, poor baby. Do you need consoling? What can I do to make it better?” Carson sort of giggled at the end, adding to the patronizing effect. He didn’t realize the opening this would give Rhys.
“Actually yes, I do need consoling. I have a list of ways you can start making me feel better. I think it’s time you started working on it. You can begin by getting on your knees.”
Carson’s mouth fell open slightly as he considered the gravity of Rhys’ words. I grinned and kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to speak at this point.
“Um, okay.” Carson hesitated and didn’t move. I could tell he wasn’t sure if Rhys was teasing, or if he really meant it. Having been around Rhys in this type of mood before, I knew he wasn’t teasing. He was quite serious.
“Well?” Rhys asked. He wasn’t in the mood to wait. His gaze flicked over to me, in my comfortable seat, and raised his eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” He settled back against the sofa, placing both arms along the back rest and settled in with his feet flat on the floor. He flicked his eyes down to his fly and then back up to me. “I know you’re not shy.” He smirked and looked at Carson.
No, I’m not particularly shy. Rhys knows I have a bit of an oral fixation, and he’s always happy to indulge me. Even in front of an audience.
I slid out of my seat, putting my knees on the floor. Falling to all fours, I smiled at him, and crawled over to where he was sitting. The position left a gaping hole in the v-neck t-shirt and he titled his head to admire the view. I made sure to add an extra sway to my hips as I made my way towards him. My mouth started to water as I thought of his cock behind his fly. He was thick, and his impressive length was always a challenge for me to get down my throat. I licked my lips, and sucked the bottom one in-between my teeth.
I reached the edge of the sofa were he was sitting, and I sat back on my feet. I looked over at Carson, who was watching with a rapt expression, waiting to see what I planned to do next.
I walked into the living room and flopped on the oversized chair to ride out the storm. His gaze settled on me as I pulled my legs up and got comfy. I watched him warily, not sure what to expect.
“You cost me money. I expect to be repaid.” The sides of his lips kicked up in a phantom smile. “I think you can start with a blowjob.”
I raised my eyebrow at him while Carson snickered from the other side of the room.
“Aww, poor baby. Do you need consoling? What can I do to make it better?” Carson sort of giggled at the end, adding to the patronizing effect. He didn’t realize the opening this would give Rhys.
“Actually yes, I do need consoling. I have a list of ways you can start making me feel better. I think it’s time you started working on it. You can begin by getting on your knees.”
Carson’s mouth fell open slightly as he considered the gravity of Rhys’ words. I grinned and kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to speak at this point.
“Um, okay.” Carson hesitated and didn’t move. I could tell he wasn’t sure if Rhys was teasing, or if he really meant it. Having been around Rhys in this type of mood before, I knew he wasn’t teasing. He was quite serious.
“Well?” Rhys asked. He wasn’t in the mood to wait. His gaze flicked over to me, in my comfortable seat, and raised his eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” He settled back against the sofa, placing both arms along the back rest and settled in with his feet flat on the floor. He flicked his eyes down to his fly and then back up to me. “I know you’re not shy.” He smirked and looked at Carson.
No, I’m not particularly shy. Rhys knows I have a bit of an oral fixation, and he’s always happy to indulge me. Even in front of an audience.
I slid out of my seat, putting my knees on the floor. Falling to all fours, I smiled at him, and crawled over to where he was sitting. The position left a gaping hole in the v-neck t-shirt and he titled his head to admire the view. I made sure to add an extra sway to my hips as I made my way towards him. My mouth started to water as I thought of his cock behind his fly. He was thick, and his impressive length was always a challenge for me to get down my throat. I licked my lips, and sucked the bottom one in-between my teeth.
I reached the edge of the sofa were he was sitting, and I sat back on my feet. I looked over at Carson, who was watching with a rapt expression, waiting to see what I planned to do next.
