This was more than fake dating and sexual tension. Roe and I had been treated as pawns, and him saying all was forgiven would only whitewash the deep scars we both carried from my parents’ betrayal.
“I want to. The crazy thing is, we don’t even know if we would’ve lasted if we’d been allowed to be together back then. Our passion might’ve burned out, and we would’ve simply moved on. But half my life has been spent wondering what if.”
“Me too,” I whispered. “But what if we have the chance again to make it right?”
Roe cupped my cheek. “I don’t want to wonder anymore.”
He reached for me, or I for him, I couldn’t remember. All I felt was the sweet weight of his mouth on mine, the burning kisses down my throat. He trailed his fingers along my body until he reached my sweats, and tugged them off.
“We can start making up for lost time tonight.” My boxers joined my sweats on the floor, and my cock thrust straight up to my belly. I was so hard for him, it hurt. “My bedroom is this way.” Bare-assed, I walked across the hall and pulled my T-shirt over my head when I entered the dim room. Pale moonlight slanted across my bed, and I tugged at Roe’s pants. “Off. Now.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“I’ve waited twenty-three years to have you in bed with me. No more waiting, right?”
“You said you wanted me to tell you yes.” He caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger and feathered a light kiss over my mouth. “So, yes, Ezra. Do it. No more waiting.” One final kiss and he let me go.
I watched him get naked, admiring the strength in his thighs and the muscular flex of his taut ass. He held out his hand, and I went to him, our mouths fitting together in a heated kiss that grew more demanding with each second. His warm, velvety tongue met mine, and our erections rubbed together as we kissed. Roe backed me toward the bed and pushed me down, following me, and I eagerly opened under his kisses again.
“Want you so bad,” he murmured against my mouth as his hand rubbed my cock up and down. “Want to get inside you and fuck you. Hard.”
It was such a turn-on to hear him talk dirty, and my cock pulsed in his grip. “Don’t stop touching me,” I begged.
“Never. I’m just starting.”
His fingertips skimmed over me, caressing my skin, and I arched into his touch, greedy to keep his hands on me. I burned and couldn’t control the moans of delight. “Roe, Roe. Don’t stop.”
Warm lips touched my nipples, and he flicked the sensitive tips, then bit them lightly, sending me into another paroxysm of shivers. I caught his bicep and tugged him up. We kissed, a delicious merging of lips and tongues, and I drew his breath into my lungs, light and sweet.
“So long,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
Roe sat back on his heels, and with glittering eyes locked on mine, licked his fingers and slipped one inside me. “Mmm, you know what you feel like?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not that I could speak with my blood on fire. “Rich, smooth satin.” His finger pumped, and I whimpered and dug my heels into the bed to push him farther inside. “Velvet. The softest silk.” He slid in deeper.
“Right there. More. Harder,” I gasped.
“How did I know you’d want to direct the action?” Laughter filled his dancing blue eyes.
“Roe. Don’t tease me.” I voiced my growing need, twisting the bedsheets. “Harder. Faster. I need you.” I squirmed beneath him, but Roe shook his head, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a grin.
“You think I’m going to rush this?” He withdrew and pushed a leg up to my shoulder. He bent down and trailed another line of searing kisses up my thigh, past my groin, ignoring my straining cock. His tongue passed over my hole, licked around the rim, then pushed inside. My hips bucked against him, and I could feel the curve of his lips against my skin and the rasp of his rough cheek as he smiled. “You taste as good as you look.”
As I grew older, sex had become uninspired, a hot merging of bodies to bring a release of pleasure that never lasted. But in Roe’s touch, the way his hands lingered on my body, it became something unforgettable.
He withdrew but reached for my cock, teasing the pearl of wetness at the tip to make it easier for him to settle into a rhythmic stroking. It was the friction I needed, and I thrust into his hand, my hips bucking and straining. Again, he took me to the peak, only to leave me at the critical point, breathless and enflamed.
“Roe,” I cried out. “Dammit.” I rose up on one arm and watched as he brought himself to full, magnificent hardness. “In the drawer. There.” I jerked my head to the nightstand.
He retrieved the lube and a condom and sheathed himself. I was hollow yet could almost feel the stretch and burn, and I reached out, craving him. Needing him so badly, I threatened to burst from my skin. The thick, smooth head of his cock hit my entrance, and our eyes met. I cupped his cheek, and he kissed my palm. Words weren’t needed. We spoke through the intimacy of our touches as he pushed inside me.
Being Roe, he moved into me slowly, giving my body time to adjust and accept him, even though I wouldn’t have minded him slamming into me. But like a fine mechanism, we dovetailed together, locking into place, while he pressed tender kisses to my mouth. I appreciated the firmness of his muscled chest juxtaposed with the softness of his lips pressed to mine.
Fully seated, we rocked together, my body clasping him tightly when he withdrew, unwilling to release him. I gripped his shoulders, wanting to lock the doors forever, hold each other tight, and wish the rest of the world away. Our breaths mingled, our bodies slipped and slid together. The twisting ache of desire rose inside me, and when he grasped my cock and began that slow drag up and down my shaft, I lost it.
“Oh God, oh God. Roe.Roe.”
All coherent thought left me as my orgasm hit, and I tumbled into that golden no-man’s-land where only physical pleasure existed. Drugged with desire, I forced my eyes open to watch Roe’s climax hit. His cock thrust hard and deep, and the condom filled with heat. Roe’s luminous eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and a groan filled the silence of the empty room. I welcomed his weight and clutched the nape of his neck, burying my fingers in the waves of his hair.
“I can’t move,” he mumbled into my neck.
