I want more.
I bite him again, teasing him, tormenting him with what he can have if he just swallows his pride enough to ask. Fuck, I know if I had lube with me, I could spin him around and make him beg for me to enter him.
He’d hate himself after, butfuck, he’d want it.
But I don’t have any with me, so instead, I let my hands slip down the back of his shorts, touching the bare skin of his ass. I knead his globes, massaging them, letting my fingers tease his crack.
He’s shaking so badly that I know he’s far too close. He’s so fucking responsive to my touch, I could get drunk on the way he arches into every tender graze of his skin, like he’s starved for any hint of affection.
God, he’s going to ruin me.
I drop to my knees as I drag his shorts down. They puddle around his ankles, and Rome stares down at me, surprise on his face as I let my tongue slide across his piercing. He gasps, precum beading at the tip.
I lap it up, feeling his fingers curling into my hair and tugging gently.
“Please,” he says aloud. I haven’t heard him speak since before he left for France, and hearing him now just speaks to his desperation. “Dex.”
Fuck, I love the way he says my name—whether he speaks it or signs it. I want to draw this out, but I don’t have the patience. Not tonight.
Looking up, our eyes meet, and I take him into my mouth. It’s just the tip at first, sucking and tongue laving at his slit, and he moans for more. I give him a little bit—half an inch—and suckle gently as I watch a flush creep up his chest, toward his neck.
His legs start shaking as I reach around him and slide a finger up his crack. It only takes a moment before I find his rim as my mouth takes even more of his cock.
He’s moaning so loudly I’m sure if one of the staff came back here, they would hear exactly what’s happening, but I can’t be fucked to stop. Instead, I tease his hole, a promise of what I want to do to him the next time I have him like this.
He lets out the smallest sob as I bring him all the way into the back of my throat, and I can feel his piercing dragging along my tongue as I bob my head. His hole flexes against my finger as I suck the life out of him.
As I suspected, he doesn’t last long. Less than a few seconds go by before his fingers tighten in my hair, and his entire body trembles as he explodes across my tongue. There’s a fountain of cum, and I drink from him like a thirsty bitch.
When he’s done, his breathing is ragged, his hands trembling as they loosen from my hair. I lick and kiss my way up his abdomen as I stand, and when I’m eye to eye with him, I give him the kiss I’ve desperately wanted to give for three fucking years now.
It’s gentle. Tender. Probably too much.
He gasps, his hands landing on my shoulders and holding on to me like if he lets go, I’m going to disappear. The neediness in him for this single moment of softness does something to me. I’m so horny I can’t even see straight, but I don’t want to chase my climax. Not yet.
I want to keep kissing him, to let my tongue linger on his, to let him taste his release on my tongue.
When we finally part, he’s a little calmer and not trembling nearly as much. His eyes are focused, and suddenly, his expression turns to determination. I know what this means, and in that moment, I’m powerless to stop him.
His finger runs up my aching length, and I bite my bottom lip as he pulls his finger away from my dick. He’s driving me to distraction. I pull his finger into my mouth, making his nostrils flare as I swirl my tongue around it, then pull off with a soft pop.
I could let him do more. I could let him follow his instinct and get me off, but I’m not going to. I don’t care how hard I am. How horny I am. I need him to know that the power is in my hands now, so I step away, giving his chest a light pat before turning my back to him.
I walk to the sink to wipe my mouth off and wash my hands, intensely aware of his eyes on me. He watches me in the mirror the entire time, only breaking eye contact when he bends over to pull his pants up.
As I make my way to the door, unlockingit with a flick of my wrist, I turn toward him and meet his gaze. ‘Don’t avoid me again.’
He looks angry at that, but I didn’t say it to make him upset. But before I can clarify, he shoves past me, flipping me off as he stalks down the hallway and out to the gym.
My dick still hasn’t gone down, so I tuck it under my waistband, giving myself a minute of breathing room before walking out after him. We’re not done here. Now that I’ve taken the edge off the tension between us, I still want answers. I still want to know why he left the way he did, why he came back the way he did, why he was in my class and in the shower with me again.
And why he’s now pretending like he doesn’t want to see me.
The only problem is, even after searching every corner of the gym, he’s nowhere to be found.
My heart sinks, and my cock deflates.
Fuck, here we go again.
