Knot me on ice, Captain(BL) Chapter 85: My man, my protector, and my lover

Kayden

Sucking Rhys off underwater was the craziest thing I had expected him to say, but instead of refusing, I accepted and lowered my head beneath the surface.

The world vanished into a blur of muffled blue as I went under. The transition from the humid air to the silent, weightless pressure of the water was jarring, but then I felt him, and I opened my mouth and took him in.

My heart pounded hard against my chest and my lungs started to protest almost imdiately. I felt a dull ache beginning to bloom in my chest, but then I felt it. His cooling pheromones were released underwater, and they cooled the panic rising in my throat and turned the desperation for air into a desperate need to please him.

I swirled my tongue around him, my hands clutching his muscular thighs, pulling myself deeper onto him as the bubbles of my escaping breath tickled my face.

Just as black spots started to dance at the edges of my vision, I felt Rhys’s hands snap into my hair. He pulled up and I let out a gasp as I broke the surface, water streaming from my eyes and mouth.

"Fuck," I choked out, but he didn’t give a second to even breathe before he spun around, slamming my chest against the cold, wet tiles at the edge of the pool.

My arms were pressed against the top of the tile as I felt his heat behind . "I want to knot you," Rhys growled, the words vibrating through my entire spine. "I want to fill you so full you can’t walk, Kayden. I want to leave my mark inside you where no one else can see it."

He let out a frustrated sound, his teeth sinking into the shell of my ear, biting down hard enough to make cry out. "But," he continued, "I don’t have a fucking condom. And I won’t risk you like that."

The restraint in his voice was terrifying. It sounded like it was costing him everything.

"But it won’t stop from claiming you tonight." He moved to my neck, his mouth sucking and biting again, and I knew my skin already carried visible marks.

"Leg up," he commanded, his hand sliding down to hook under my knee.

He hiked my leg up high, draping it over his hip so I was completely open, my weight supported only by the tile and his crushing grip.

I gasped when I felt him at my entrance.

Rhys bit the back of my neck, growling, then rocked his hips forward, teasing with his cock until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then I felt the massive head of him press against , forcing my body to open slowly around him before he drove forward with a single devastating thrust that seated his entire length deep inside .

I gasped, arching my back so sharply I thought my spine might snap, and a shattered high pitched scream tore from my throat, bouncing off the pool.

It was too much, but it was also everything.

"Rhys," I choked out, my fingers clawing uselessly at the wet tiles.

My vision blurred and the world reduced to the sensation of him buried deep inside , my body adjusting around his size until a heavy ache settled low in my stomach. His cock was a lot for to take, and even though it felt intensely hot, almost overwhelming, it was the best feeling I had ever known.

"Rhys..." I breathed out as he gripped my hip with force and pulled back. The movent made a wet, filthy sound before he thrust into again.

Thwack. That was how it sounded as his pelvis collided with .

I sobbed into the tile, my head thrashing as he established a rhythm that made every thrust deep, driving into that sensitive place inside and sending sharp jolts straight to my brain.

My cock, still hard, was dripping and twitching violently with each snap of his hips.

"You’re so fucking tight," Rhys growled, the sound vibrating against the back of my neck. "Feel that, Kayden? Feel how perfectly you take with your slick wrapped around my cock?"

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan, letting out a broken sound that matched the pace of his movents.

For Rhys, I had beco a ss.

My chest scraped against the tile, my leg hooked high over his hip, and I was being opened over and over by a man who looked at like I was his to ruin.

I could feel the steady pulse of him inside , thick and overwhelming, and when he began to move faster, his thrusts turned sharp and relentless, making cry out his na again and again.

But Rhys didn’t slow down. If anything, the sound pushed him harder.

"Rhys, please," I sobbed, my voice breaking. I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. I just needed the sensation to never stop, even as it felt like it was tearing through .

I could feel every vein, every ridge of him as he slid against my inner walls, forcing my body to take him deeper. He kept hitting that one spot inside, a blinding point of pleasure that sent sparks racing down my thighs.

My legs felt like jelly, my knees knocking against the tile as I struggled to stay upright under the weight of him.

I was drowning again, not in the water but in him, and after the conversation we had tonight, I realized that I had fallen deeply in love with Rhys, more than I ever expected.

We were supposed to be fuck buddies like he had said. It was supposed to be just passing ti, and I never expected that I would love him like this when we first started.

Who would have thought that I would be the first to fall in love with him?

And now, I wanted him as my man, my protector, and my lover.