He groans into my mouth before kissing me back fiercely, his hand sliding off my dick to hitch my leg over his. My hard length grinds against his, and our kiss becomes more frantic.
So much for taking things slow. I’m moments away from ripping his clothes off and fucking him into oblivion.
Instead, I force myself to pull back, panting. His cheeks are flushed beneath his mask, his eyes a lust-filled daze. I run my fingers over his kiss-swollen lips, grinning as he nips at the pads.
“Do you think it’s weird that we don’t know each other’s identities?” I ask, suddenly wondering what would happen if we just threw caution to the wind and removed our masks.
“A little,” he admits with a chuckle. “But it’s hot as fuck.”
“It is hot as fuck,” I agree, cupping his cheek and pressing my lips to his.
We lose ourselves in another heady kiss, my stomach fluttering with how easy it feels with him. It’s not about the sex. I love the feel of his mouth against mine, the way his hands skate over the ridges of my muscles. Every touch sends shivers through my body. He makes me feel alive again.
I push him onto his back, and he grins, settling his hands behind his head as he watches me climb off him and cross the room to the cupboard. My pulse quickens when I glance over my shoulder at the sexy man sprawled on the bed waiting for me and I think about what we’re about to do.
It’s been almost two years since I slept with someone,but I can’t let my mind go there. This is different. My dad won’t find out about this. He can’t.
“Hey,” his low voice cuts through the fog. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I choke out, squeezing my eyes shut. “I just need a minute.”
He remains silent, giving me space to pull myself together.
Exhaling a heavy breath, I force the memories away and reach for a bottle of lube and a stash of condoms. Returning to the bed, I toss them onto the sheets and unbutton my jeans.
My masked man’s hand lands on mine, stilling me. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he murmurs.
My chest tightens at the understanding in his tone, but I want this. I want him. “I’m okay,” I whisper as I stare into his eyes. A strange sense of familiarity hits me as I tilt his chin and lean down to kiss him.
I unzip my jeans and push them down my legs, then crawl onto the bed, hovering over him. I brush my nose over his, then bury my head in his neck, licking and sucking on his warm skin.
He moans, his hips jerking as he threads his hands through my hair.
I kiss my way down Romeo’s chest, over the material clinging tightly to his warm body, the texture causing my lips to tingle. He arches his back, teasing me with a strip of skin that I trail my tongue across from hip to hip as I release his zipper. Moving torturously slow, I peel the jeans down, nipping and sucking my way down one leg until the jeans are removed, then working my way up his other leg with my tongue. When I reach the bottom of his boxer briefs, I crawl up his body and crush my lips to his.
Our bodies grind together, but I need more and slip my hand under the elastic of his boxers. Both of us groan as my fingers wrap around his stiff length, squeezing.
“Is this all for me?” I drawl, stroking him from base to tip.
“All for you,” he grunts, bucking into my grip.
I bury my tongue in his mouth as I work him over with my hand, capturing the noises falling from his lips.
He mutters a curse and rolls us so he’s on top of me, and I lose my grip on his dick. He captures my bottom lip between his teeth, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me, then pulls his shirt over his head with one hand, revealing his tanned, sculpted chest.
I trace my tongue over his pecs while his fingers work the buttons on my shirt, and then we’re chest to chest, my heart racing as I find his lips again.
My hand wraps around his throat, his pulse spiking beneath my palm. He tugs on my hair, then we’re rolling in the silk sheets, kissing, touching, and exploring each other’s bodies.
“I need to feel you inside me,” he murmurs, pushing the bottle of lube into my hand. “Fuck me, Shadow.”
My dick thickens, and my fingers graze his as I take the bottle from him.
“I want this.”
He smirks, removing his boxers. “Then take it.”
Without pulling my gaze from his, I spread his legs and squirt lube onto his hole, then use a slippery finger to massage the cool liquid around his rim. His eyes blaze, and he bites down on his lower lip as I slowly breach him, pre-cum leaking from his tip and coating his abs.
