(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: A whole new world (m)

Kellen lay at the end of the bed, his legs resting against Rhys’ shoulders on a slight upwards angle. His ass was fully off the bed, and he had his arms splayed across the bed as if it would give him more support. He refused to look at Rhys, even as his breath fanned against his exposed bottom.

His balls and cock twitched, remembering the couple of times Rhys had been down there before, but Kellen was nervous.

He had no idea what to expect.

Rhys was right. This was an area Kellen hadn’t researched, but he didn’t think it was important. Why would it be? Who would want to...to put their mouth near someone’s asshole? There were no benefits. He could understand someone thrusting into an asshole, since he himself knew that there was a prostate inside and it could bring pleasure. But putting your mouth on it?

It was beyond Kellen’s realm of understanding. Wasn’t it...dirty? Why would Rhys want to subject himself to this? And, why was he so excited about it?

Staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing, he sighed heavily. He just couldn’t understand it. He guessed he would just have to experience it like Rhys wanted him to before he could make any judgements on it.

"I’m having a hard time understanding why you want to do this." Kellen admitted, and Rhys’ breathing paused.

"Why I want to do this?" Rhys repeated, his breath fanning the sensitive area he was observing. Kellen swallowed as his words brought warm air against the area. It was...strange.

"Yes. I don’t understand. Isn’t it...dirty?" Kellen suggested, and Rhys laughed. His shaking shoulders made Kellen shake. It was a strange feeling, and butterflies fluttered in Kellen’s stomach. His grip tightened on the sheets.

"Dirty? Oh sweet baby Kellen, I’m going to make you regret those words." Rhys warned him, and Kellen felt a swell of panic fill his chest. He glanced towards Rhys, worried, and that was all Rhys needed. As soon as Kellen glanced at him, Rhys descended on him.

Kellen gasped at the first, wet touch of Rhys’ tongue against his anus. His fingers clung to the sheets on either side of him as Rhys gently ran his tongue in a circle around the tight bud.

"W-Wha-" The words were stolen from Kellen’s lips as Rhys pressed his tongue flat against his ass, swirling and licking until Kellen’s legs shook. Kellen’s mind was blank, his thoughts focused on the way that Rhys gripped his hips in his hand, angling him exactly the way he wanted. His grip firm, his fingers digging into his flesh, showing off his strength as Kellen tried to wiggle away from the onslaught of pleasure.

When Rhys chuckled, Kellen nearly choked, the vibrations against that sensitive bud nearly clouding his mind. Kellen had been wrong, and he was rarely proven how wrong he had been so quickly.

Rhys was opening so many doors to him, and Kellen had no idea where the next one would lead.

Kellen could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped, moaned, and whimpered. He was trying to move, but Rhys wouldn’t let him. Rhys only let up once, and when he did, Kellen took the moment to regain his senses.

"So? Is it dirty, Kellen?" Kellen turned glazed, pleasured blue eyes towards the Captain, who chuckled. His lips were wet, and there was a dampness spread across the bottom half of his face. Kellen felt a wave of embarrassment fill him at the way he looked, but the Captain was too pleased for Kellen to want to break the moment.

"Uh, I..." Kellen swallowed the saliva in his mouth, trying to speak but his brain wasn’t letting him string two words together. Rhys’ gaze grew even hotter, the gold simmering.

"Well, if you liked it so much, I should reward you." Rhys bent down, getting back to work but this time instead of the coaxing, easing strokes he’d been doing, he got serious. He licked, sucked, and penetrated Kellen’s asshole like a man possessed.

When that slippering, warm tongue pierced Kellen’s hole for the first time, Kellen nearly came off of the bed. Rhys held him in place as Kellen nearly sobbed, the sensation something he hadn’t expected nor experienced before.

When Rhys had played with his hole before, it had felt good, but not this good. Was it the difference between fingers and a tongue? Kellen had no idea, and his brain wasn’t going to let him consider his options either. Not with Rhys being so dedicated.

It got even worse when Rhys released one of his hips to wrap his hand around Kellen’s cock. One of Kellen’s hands flew to his arm, gripping onto it. Kellen wasn’t sure if it was an attempt to stop him or aid him, he just knew he needed to hold onto him as he pumped Kellen’s cock in time with Rhys’ thrusts into his ass.

"I-Rhys!" Kellen called, a warning in his voice. Rhys didn’t stop. Keeping his pace the same, Rhys kept fucking Kellen with his tongue until Kellen’s legs shook, his balls drew up, and with one last trust, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could.

Kellen came on a choked gasp, his cock twitching as cum poured out of it, coating his chest. Rhys gave a few, last minute thrusts of his tongue and Kellen twitched, jerking. He was short of breath as he stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure what had even just happened.

Rhys slowly stood, gently shifting Kellen further up the bed as his brain tried to process what had just happened to him. Rhys’s shit eating grin should have annoyed Kellen, but he couldn’t even bring himself to have those kinds of feelings. He was too pleasured to care.

"I take it I’m allowed to do that again?" He teased, and Kellen nodded numbly. That only had Rhys laughing. "What about in the kitchen? Can I bend you over and eat you in there?" Kellen’s mind drifted to what he was asking. Kellen imagined himself bent over, gripping onto the edge of the sink as Rhys buried his face in his ass. That damn skilled tongue going to work.

"Did you like it?" Kellen asked softly, worried, and Rhys’ expression softened. He grabbed Kellen’s hand as it was about to drift back to the bed and pressed a kiss against his palm. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}