“Ari?” Roger’s lips were brushing against my ear, making me shiver. “You can always say no and I won’t be at all upset,” he murmured. “But I’d love to take you to my bed and show you what your first time should have been like. Will you let me make love to you?”
My hands were shaking when I lifted my face, staring at Roger in amazement. “You want to do that with me again? Debauch me? Really?”
Roger’s chuckle was more devious than I could describe as he bent to mouth at my neck, making me squirm when he gently bit down. “Oh, baby. You wouldn’t believe all the things I want to do with you, but you’ll have to tell me that you want me, too.”
I swallowed hard and couldn’t help but nod. “Yes. Yes, please.”
The noise in Roger’s throat couldn’t be described as anything other than a growl of satisfaction. He stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me toward the bedroom. As we passed through the door, I shook off the vestiges of guilt clinging to me and settled in to enjoy my debauching. Regrets could wait until later.
ChapterEleven
Roger
“Yes. Yes, please.”
Ari wasn’t justconsentingto have sex with me like he had the first time – not that consent isn’t sexy, it definitely is- but Ari wasaskingme for it and damned if that didn’t trigger every last dominant Alpha trait in my genetic code. And there was no way my pride was letting him back out of my townhouse until I’d drenched him in enough pleasure to replace every thought of that rushed, tawdry quickie in the front seat of his truck. And if it convinced him to give me the chance to cherish him and our child, to make the kind of life together that would overshadow the abuse he’d suffered at the hands of his so-called family? That would be a definite win.
“Wait here for me.” I gestured for him to sit on the bedside chair. “I’ll be right back.”
I flicked the faucets on so the steaming water poured into the bathtub. Collecting the basket of small candles from the shelf, I lit a few, placing them around the room. Who says Alphas can’t be romantic?
Back in the bedroom, Ari was right where I left him. His hands were folded in his lap and he was looking around my room curiously.
“You’re very organized,” he observed when he saw me watching him. “Most of the men in the clan, well, weren’t.” He froze, his eyes dropping to the floor as though he was afraid he’d spoken out of turn.
“My mother always said I was a neat freak,” I said lightly, ignoring his mention of the Hunter clan. “I’ve always liked everything in its place.”
Kneeling down, I removed Ari’s socks, pretending not to hear his shocked gasp. Carefully tugging him to his feet, I pulled his pants and underwear off in one movement and then tugged his shirt over his head, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor and his beautiful body naked before me.
I’d seen Ari naked when he’d arrived at the ODI compound, but my attention had been caught on the injuries and other signs of abuse marring his body. And the nature of our impulsive couplings to that point meant that I hadn’t really had the opportunity to really appreciate Ari’s body, so I took advantage of the opportunity to look my fill.
He was shorter than me – no surprise there- but that didn’t mean he was small. For a human, he was actually rather tall. An inch or two over six foot, I guessed, and there was nothing willowy or fragile about his build. He had broad shoulders that were hunched self-consciously as he stood before me and corded muscles that spoke of experience with hard work covered in lightly tanned skin, much of it showing scars.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said quietly, tipping his chin up so our eyes met. I leaned in to lightly kiss his lips, nothing more than a chaste press of one mouth to another before I pulled back and again reached for his hand. “Your bath should be ready.”
In the bathroom, I insisted on helping Ari into the tub after closing the taps. Then, as he soaked in the blissful heat, I ran a soapy cloth over his body, ignoring his weak objections that he could do it himself after I’d clarified that he didn’tmindme washing him, he simply didn’t want me to feelobligatedto cater to him. I’d laughed to myself. He had no idea exactly how much catering to him I intended to do.
An hour or so later when he’d been washed, dried, driven to orgasm twice, and reduced to a quivering, begging pile of need on the bed for a third time, I got the impression that he was getting the idea.
“Oh, Roger,” Ari was sobbing my name as I drew off his cock with a loud slurping sound. “I can’t..”
“That’s okay, baby,” I murmured teasingly, rising over him and kissing the sensitive spot behind his ear. “You don’t have to do anything. Unless you’re telling me you want me to stop?”
“Unngh,” Ari gasped as I slid two fingers inside his loosened hole, brushing over his already sensitive gland. “No, don’t stop!”
The first time he’d come, it had been a near repeat of the afternoon. He’d only held on for a few minutes in my mouth before shooting down my throat. I’d given him time to rest while I frotted against him from behind, sliding my dick between his nicely rounded cheeks before easing him onto his belly and burying my face in his ass, licking and sucking on his puckered skin as he alternated between gasping in shock and riding my face.
I’d kept Ari on that edge for a while, alternately fucking him with my fingers and spreading his cheeks for my lips and tongue. He’d been begging for release when I finally wrapped my free hand around his dick and stroked him in time with the pattern I was rubbing on his p-spot.
And now he was desperate and pleading for me for the third time in such short order that I was on the verge of giving thanks for his libido and nearly non-existent refractory period.
“Don’t stop?” I asked, stilling my fingers and enjoying the way his inner muscles were still throbbing around me. “What do you want me to do?” I withdrew my fingers and pressed my length between his cheeks again, sliding against his over-sensitive flesh. “You’ll have to tell me, baby. I don’t want to assume.”
“I..” Ari was gasping and panting, writhing back against me, the fluttering of his pucker teasing my cock when it made contact. “You..”
Ari shocked me when he gave up on verbal communication entirely and reached back, gripping my cock in one strong hand and all but stuffing the head inside his hungry hole, releasing me and shoving his hips back to take my cock deep before I’d fully processed what he was doing.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned at the unexpected pleasure.
