“If you keep that up, all this work will be for nothing,” I warned, groaning when he gripped my base to guide me to the oasis between his thighs. “Let me in. Please, sir, I want to come inside of you.”
He smiled, knowing damn well what he did to me. “You’ve learned your manners.”
My eyes rolled as he devoured me, a slow lowering of his hips dragging me further into bliss. His hand caught my throat again, lingering there,promising more. All I wanted was to thrust and watch his body tremble in need, like all the times he had done for me. But Roys held me there, testing and teasing. His body trapped me against the headboard, completely dominated by his form, making his eyes even brighter in the dark.
“You’re beautiful,” the words left my lips before I could consider them.
Roys froze, and I feared the worst until he kissed me like that’s all he ever wanted to hear. Somehow, the brush of his tongue, the taste of him, the caress of his mouth as he leaned against me left my heart soaring higher than the sex itself.
Then he raised his hips and brought them down hard, hand squeezing my neck. I groaned, heels digging into the mattress as he repeated the action, making sure he set a vigorous pace and he would get everything he wanted.
“Ethin,” Roys moaned, unlike anything I’d heard, nearly high-pitched and whining. “Ethin,Ethin.”
He had to know that name belonged entirely to him, and it was driving me mad.
Roys rode me fast, the sound of our panting only dwarfed by the headboard thumping against the wall. Our bodies knew what the other wanted, how to make the experience all the more. Inside of him was hot, wet, tight, the ride I’d never forget and want till the end of my days.
His grip on my hands loosened, too focused on bucking his hips in a rhythm that had me panting. My hand slapped his ass, and he bit my lip. Our hands, the ones remaining above my head, caught in a vice grip, the pain dulled by our sex.
“Do you like being inside of me?”
My dull nails scraped against his backside. “Yes, fuck yes, I love it.”
“And will you behave in order to fuckme again?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
He kissed me hard enough to bruise, and I slapped his ass again.
“Harder,” he growled, shivering when I gave him what he wanted. His wild thrusts left me struggling to keep up the pace. His jerky movements warned of an end I didn’t yet want. But the cruel bastard kissed over my jawline to my ear, where his hand on my throat tightened. “Come inside me. Right now, Ethin, I want you so fucking bad, baby.”
I’d give him anything he wanted. One more thrust, another kiss, another slap, his hand craning my neck up for him to suck on my tongue, and I was done, grabbing his cock as my orgasm ripped through me.
“That’s my good boy,” he groaned, thrusting into my eager hand, then tightening and shuddering from his own release.
His eyes were mirrors of me, fogged over like cold glass. His lips parted in a last call of my name, hips plunging until he fell spent against my chest. Our breaths matched in their desperation, bodies still hot and reeling.
“Tell me we’ll be doing that again,” I said, already pleading with any being of the universe to make my dream a reality.
His voice, hoarse enough to make me smile with pride, rumbled against my nape. “Definitely. Fuck, baby, that felt amazing.”
He gave me the opportunity to kiss his neck, where I sought sweet revenge. I now understood the appeal because, damn, he tasted amazing. Roys laughed, and let me flip us onto the messy bedsheets where I learned he was incredibly ticklish behind his ears.
“Stop. I don’t like being tickled and I can’t promise I won’t kick you out of this bed.” Roys was laughing though and I wanted to hear more so I kept kissing and he squirmed then I blew behind his ear and he jerked, then came the kick.
If we were in a different position, that would have been painful, but it was more of a tap against my thigh. And he was not ticklish, that was a turn-on, so I made a mental note to do that at the next opportunity.
Roys got a hold of my hips and reminded me that those muscles weren’t for show. One grunt and he lifted me off him like I weighed nothing.
Okay, hot.
He rolled off the bed where I stared at my handprint on his ass all the way to the bathroom. Then I followed because he carried the warmth I sought, because I didn’t want him to be that far from me, because…
Roys had a private bathroom, where he took to cleaning, and I joined him. He gave an inquisitive look through the mirror.
“What?” I asked from the toilet.
“You’re quick to run off, so I’m surprised you’re still here.”
