I bit him, and he groaned, and then Roys caught me by the chin. Even like this, with his cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he grinned, knowing he had me completely wrapped around his finger. “Wait until you use that mouth on my cock.”
“Trust me, I plan to use my mouth everywhere.”
Roys took hold of his thighs, truly spoiling me in the eye candy department tonight. He spread his legs wide, moaning from the quick strokes of my hand. I couldn’t resist marking his legs, letting my teeth trail along the goose-feathered flesh before biting down hard. His muscles flexed and I soothed the mark with my tongue. My fingers soon slipped between his cheeks to circle his hole. We shared a moan. Watching his pleasure was as good as having him do the same to me. It made me hungry for more, anything he would allow.
Roys cursed when I sank my mouth onto his cock. As he hit the back of my throat, my finger massaged his rim, feeling every glorious shudder. His back arched, trembling as I brought him higher. When he fell away from me, I kissed his head and licked him to his base.
He watched, lips parted, eyes dark, pupils practically overtaking the blue. “Use your tongue to get me ready for you.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I kissed him first, slowly, before pressing my tongue against his rim.
Roys’ hips squirmed when my tongue traced him. “That's a good boy, Ethin. Good, so good."
Hearing my name like that made my hand fumble in my pants. I worked myself as my tongue fucked him, thrusting and curling the way he liked based on his pleasured gasps. I departed to wet my thumb, using it to rub around his quivering hole. Roys pressed hard against me, letting my thumb dip into him before I replaced it with my tongue. My thumb rubbed around him in circles, my tongue fucking him fast.
“Wait, fuck, Ethin, stop,” he said, hips jerking back.
“Were you going to come?” I kissed those incredibly muscled thighs, taking the skin between my teeth again before nuzzling my nose against his dark curls. My hand fell still on my arousal, knowing I wouldn’t last and I’d much rather finish between his legs.
“Yes.”
“I want you to. Please.” I returned to tormenting him, moaning as my sore tongue had his hips squirming.
Roys twisted and groaned and tightened. One hand gripped his cock, lasting barely a few strokes before my name fell broken from his lips. He clenched around my tongue, riding out his orgasm with me ravishing his backside.
I wished I could have watched, although I would use that as an excuse to do this again.
His legs fell over my shoulders, the muscles relaxed and skin coated in a thin line of sweat. I tasted the salt on him, kissing nonchalantly while rubbing the outside of his thigh. Roys caught his breath, one handfinding itself on the back of my neck. His muscles strained against his armbands, which made him all the hotter.
“You good for more?” I certainly was. My core ached at the thought of Roys suffocating me.
“Yeah.” Those blue eyes opened, surrounded by a flush that made him even more alluring. “Get on the bed. I’m going to ride you.”
With the hold in my hair, he tugged me into position. I sat, back against the headboard, biting my tongue hard to prevent a colossal accident. The mere sight of Roys straddling me was almost enough to set me off.
Stars have mercy.
Hands on my neck, he caught my mouth to remind me who had complete control. My nails may have dug into his hips, but he rolled them as he wanted, pinning me against the bed when I got too zealous or grinding down hard to hear me pant against his mouth. He sucked on my neck, his heated breath sending my mind into a haze, while I jerked him off. My cock pulsed, yearning for the haven he promised, but the teasing bastard would barely do more than graze his stomach against me.
“You are maddening,” I said, to which he chuckled.
“Consider this payback for all the times you’ve pissed me off.”
“That’s…” Roys silenced me by taking my hand to cover in lube. Then he kneeled with his hand caught under my chin, forcing me to gaze upon his smug smile. “Fair. Absolutely and understandably fair. You are always right.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.
My fingers got to work spreading him, and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth. His hips took to rolling against my fingers after the second joined.
“Harder,” he said, one hand now on my neck. The other tore into my hair, both hands squeezing when my fingers curled just right. “This isn’t my usual,” he said, his voice a deep groan that made my toes curl. “So, this part might need to last a bit longer.”
I sucked on his wonderful pec, rolling the nub between my teeth. “I have no qualms about that. I’m enjoying myself right here.”
We shared a laugh, kissing lazily, taking our time and letting the pleasure slow to a crawl. The last thing I wanted was for Roys not to be as enthralled by this as I was. I wanted him to feel good, to want this as badly as I did.
Did he want to stay here forever, too? To forget the rest of the world and all its problems ever existed, trapped here behind these four walls with just the two of us? Did the thought utterly terrify him, or feel like more than he could ever hope for?
I kissed him over and over and listened to little catches in his breath when something felt too good. Then I’d do it again, and he’d moan, and I thought nothing in the world could live up to this ridiculously attractive man riding my fingers. When he took my wrists to pin above my head, I could hardly stop myself from thrusting against him. Roys kept my hands bound with one of his own, his fingers tight against my pulse. The other fell between us to tease me, a single finger tracing the vein under my head.
