For a while, he lingers there, licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth with so much delicious pressure, I’m certain he’s left his mark there, too.
He draws out his release, edging close, but refusing to let go completely. It feels slightly unhinged that he can spend this much time inside me, but I don’t want to let him go either.
When he eases his head back up, his gaze settling on mine, I reach up to touch his face. Memorizing the lines of his shadowed jaw and lips, my mind drifts to a familiar comparison.
“Are you thinking of him right now?” His voice takes on a gravelly edge. “Is that who you’re imagining inside you?”
My chest squeezes as I recall the promise I made to him. He told me that when he asked about him, I had to be honest, even if I didn’t think he would like it. But right now, the last thing I want to do is admit it.
I use humor to cope, which probably isn’t the best idea.
“Is this like a cuckhold thing?”
A dark laugh vibrates through his chest, and I can’t tell if it’s amusement or anger.
“Tell me, or I’ll stop fucking you.”
My body revolts at the thought, even though we’ve gone longer than is reasonably normal by any stretch of the imagination. I’m already sore, and I’m questioning whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but I still don’t want this to end.
“I don’t have any other point of reference,” I admit. “I don’t mean to think of him. I just…can’t help it.”
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
When I don’t answer right away, he stills inside me, following through on his threat.
“I did,” I rush out. “At one point.”
“Not now though?”
I groan in frustration, wishing I could just lie. The truth is, I’ve been twisted up in knots since Romeo kissed me. All we’ve done for the last five years is exchange barbs, but even so, the thought has entered my mind more than I’d care to admit.
Eros loops his finger through the O-ring on my collar, pulling me up off the ground until my lips are only a breath from his. “Answer me.”
“I don’t know,” I blurt. “I’m confused.”
“You’re a terrible liar,Praeda.” His lips brush mine. “I don’t think you’re confused at all.”
I could be wrong, but it almost sounds as if he enjoys the idea of me thinking of someone else. Maybe it is a cuckhold thing.
Regardless, there isn’t time to think about it as he takes me in a bruising kiss, the collar digging into the back of my neck as it supports my weight.
When he lowers me to the ground again, he shifts and widens my legs, allowing him to thrust deeper and harder.
“Tell me his name.”
“What?” Panic flares as I shake my head. “No, I can’t?—”
“Tell me.” He thrusts again, so hard it jolts the anal plug inside me.
I cry out, clinging to the fabric of his hoodie as tiny shocks of electricity pulse through me.
“Say it,” he growls, pounding into me until I’m screaming, the feeling so intense I can’t think straight.
Pressure builds rapidly, and I chase the high until I’m reaching the precipice, terrified he might stop again.
At the last possible second, Romeo’s name wrenches from my lips, triggering another powerful orgasm.
As I convulse around him, Eros buries himself as deep as my body can take him and unleashes with a long, painful groan. His body jerks against mine, abs contracting, biceps flexing, hishead tipping back until he’s so completely gone, I can’t help but admire the beauty of it.
