“Oh.”
It was ridiculous but I could swear that single syllable was dripping with relief.
“Roger?”
“Hm?”
“Could I…that is, would you like to help me with that? With making positive sexual associations?”
Roger didn’t even bother to stifle his snicker. “How would I do that?” he asked, his voice teasing.
I rotated my hips just a little, grinding his length against my entrance and making him groan. “I have a few ideas.”
He growled against my neck and I shivered when his teeth scraped my sensitive skin, but then he pulled away and rolled onto his back, leaving me wondering if I’d misread the situation.
“I’d love to, Ari,” he said finally, “but I can’t right now. I’m back on active duty and I have a job to do tonight.” He tugged me over to rest my head on his chest. “I’m actually going to have to leave in a few minutes to get it done.”
“I understand.” My heart sank even though I didn’t have any reason to think he was being untruthful. “I should have thought..”
Roger continued as though I hadn’t spoken. “I could come back when I’m done, though. Or you could stay at my place and I’ll come there?”
My belly warmed at Roger’s confirmation that he still wanted me. “Which is closer?”
“This is,” he confirmed. “Not by much, maybe about ten minutes.”
Well, that was ten minutes earlier we could be together, so no question there.
“Okay.”
We cuddled a few more minutes and then climbed out of the bed so Roger could leave. He tucked my front door key into the leather pouch he wore on a matching thong around his neck, kissed me deeply, and headed out into the night with a promise to wake me when he returned.
And wake me he did.
I was slumbering pleasantly when my dream took a decidedly erotic turn. Large warm hands were stripping me out of the simple over-sized t-shirt I’d slept in so they could stroke my skin, squeezing and rubbing as they caressed my shoulders, sending spikes of longing through my body when they paused at my nipples to pinch, waking up my dick and settling in my gut.
When slick, blunt fingers slid between my cheeks to rub against my entrance, soft lips and a wet tongue replaced them in mapping out my body. I was gasping for air and clutching at Roger’s muscular back when his other hand guided my legs up to wrap around his hips, our erections rubbing together, making my brain short circuit as my thought process narrowed down to begging for more in desperate gasps.
He must have heard me, because Roger’s fingers retreated, and then that slick hand was wrapped around our hard flesh, stroking us together as I trembled beneath him.
“Like this?” Roger’s words were barely more than a grunt and I knew he was as close as I was.
“Yes, yes!” My hips bucked and Roger gave a hiss of pleasure, his release coating me in short pulses that made the stroking infinitely dirtier and hotter.
“Come for me, Ari,” Roger growled deep in his chest. “I want your cum all over me, I want to smell you on my skin.”
“Oh, geez!” My body locked up, tensing as I followed his lead and sprayed my seed between our bodies, coating his hand and both of our bellies as I pulsed and pulsed, my orgasm seeming to go on for minutes until I finally collapsed back against the pillows in a quivering, shuddering heap.
I was staring up into Roger’s flushed face and sparkling eyes when he gave me a grin that could only be called wolfish.
“Baby, I’m home.”
I stared at him for a long minute and then all I could do was laugh.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Roger
When I woke up the next morning, I was in a bed that was too small for two adult men, pinned in place by Ari’s sweaty body with a mouth full of wavy black hair and there was nowhere I’d have rather been.
