My hands slide around his waist, moving to his ass, and I let myself cup the round, firm globes he’s been tormenting me with every time he takes my class. He grunts as he bites down roughly on my bottom lip, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through me. Fuck, I’m already addicted to the taste of him.
I moan as I squeeze his ass harder, pulling him close and grinding him up against me. His cock is thick, throbbing, rubbing against mine so hard my head starts to spin with need.
He makes a loud, desperate noise against my kiss, almost feral and hungry.
Without a second thought, I let one of my hands slide down, my fingernails scraping against his skin, and I touch his bare ass. He gasps and pulls his lips from mine, his face hovering only inches away. I can feel the puffs of breath against my lips as my fingers sneak toward his crack, my middle finger teasing him where I can tell he likes to be touched.
“Nggggh,” hemurmurs and then lifts his hand and holds on to my neck, forcing my head back slightly. My Adam’s apple bobs under his palm as he rocks his ass against my fingers, but I don’t do anything more.
This is just a tease. A promise of what Icando.
I can tell he’s growing frustrated, his fingers clenching and unclenching around my throat as our eyes meet. His pupils are blown out, and I’m sure mine are the same.
And then he lets me go. But I’m not having distance between us, so I lean forward and bite his neck before he can step back too far. He softens and grunts as my finger slides between his cheeks again and flicks up, finding his hole.
His hips rock into me as he moans, our hard cocks grinding against each other with each roll of our bodies. And fuck, he feels so good. Every part of him is so different from what I’m used to.
But it’s different in the best way. I want more. I want an eternity of this.
I press against his rim, and his hole flexes in a kiss. A solicitation.
And as I press harder, I realize he’s slick, which means he must have prepped for this. To take what he wants. To take me.
There are no second thoughts or worry after that. This wasn’t a last-minute decision. This was him showing up here with purpose.
I drag him to my bedroom, and we tumble past the door, slamming it behind me as I shove him onto the bed.
He flops down, his gaze meeting mine as I kneel in front of him to pull off his shoes. They tumble to the floor with a thud, and then with shaking fingers, I undo his pants, dragging them down his long legs. I stare as I expose inches of his skin, covered in thick, coarse black hair.
I’ve never touched a man before him, but it doesn’t feel strange, touching him like this now. His skin is warm, and he groans when my fingers graze behind his knees.
He likes it, andfuck, so do I.
His eyes hold mine as he helps me yank his pants all the way off, and when I peel his underwear down, his hard, pierced cock stands at attention. The metal glints in the light, and I can’t help but wonder what it was like when he got it. I picture a muscular man holding his dick tenderly before shoving a needle through it.
Did Rome cry out? Did he moan? Was there anyone to kiss him better?
I reach down and stroke the hard length of his cock, eyes locked on his face, watching him as he reacts to my hand.
His hips arch up with his gasp as I tighten my grip on him, his own gaze fixed on my fingers as they circle his dick.
I run my thumb over the tip, nail flicking the metal. I see it tug at the slit, and he sucks in a breath. Before I can keep going, he swats my hand away and takes me by the chin, forcing me to look up at him.
‘Close,’ he signs, mouthing the word, lip trembling like he desperately needs me to understand.
I can’t help but smirk, and his face shows the anger boiling up inside of him. But before he can explode, I pull my underwear off and toss it aside, giving him a good look at my naked body. His fury starts to drain, though heat lingers in his eyes as he drinks me in.
I flex a little, watching his reaction. A blush creeps up over his throat and into his cheeks, and he makes a small, involuntary noise deep in his chest. His eyes trace over every part of me before they finally land on my dick, and he wets his lips as hestares.
Spreading his legs like a needy little slut, his invitation is clear, and Jesus, I want him so badly it hurts. I want him so badly I’m ready to let go right there, untouched, spilling cum on his chest.
I grab onto my dick to keep my orgasm at bay. I know the moment he touches me, I’m not going to last. This is going to be over embarrassingly quick.
Rome lifts a hand and signs something I recognize from class. ‘Are you ready?’
I am…
But also, I’m not. I want to go slow, to savor this, to take my time because I don’t know if I’ll be allowed to have him again after tonight. He might have compromised his morals about fucking a hearing guy the two times before this, but that doesn’t mean he’ll do it again.
