‘Off,’ I tell him, and his lips part as he drags them down, leaving him only in his socks.
Fuck, what a sight, I think as I take him in. The ridges of his muscles, his pebbled, pierced nipples, his hard dick, the ring in the slit.
It takes everything inside of me to stay where I am. I want to move toward him, spin him around, and eat his ass before I fuck it.
God, the things I want to do to him.
But no. I need to follow the plan. I need to make sure this ends up more than just sex.
‘Touch yourself,’ I tell him, and he huffs, his cheeks red. But he does as I ask, his hand moving around his cock and stroking. I can see the small bead of precum on the tip, catching on the ring, and I want to lean down and taste it.
Instead, I reach behind me and pull my shirt off.
Rome gives a small groan at the sight of my abdomen and the promise of what may come.
He strokes faster as I pull off my shorts and kick off myshoes, leaving me completely naked except for my backward hat.
He groans again, his free hand moving to cup his balls, tugging on them as he watches me.
I reach out and touch myself, just for him, jerking my cock while I watch him in the middle of my living room, getting himself off.
It’s so fucking erotic, the sweet sounds he makes and the way his hips thrust up to meet each of his strokes.
I want to touch him.
I need more than just this.
Without warning, I move toward him, and he freezes, his hand moving from his cock to me, pulling me into him, our legs bumping, our cocks touching. Everything inside of me ignites as our chests finally meet. His hands move into my hair, our foreheads rolling against each other as I reach between us and pull him fully against me.
The groan he gives me as I wrap my hand around both of us is almost my undoing, but thankfully, I hold it back. I want to come with him. I want to feel us fall over the edge together.
His desperate little puffs of breath hit my lips as I stroke us, and he glances down, looking at the two of us together. His eyes dart up to meet mine, a little wild and frantic.
‘Kiss?’ he asks, his fingers trembling as he asks that.
I press my lips to his, and he moans into my mouth. Our tongues touch and slide against each other as I continue to work us to the edge, and fuck, we’re both close. The way he’s shaking in my arms, it’s like he hasn’t gotten off since we were last together, and shit, maybe that’s true.
I slant my mouth across his and kiss him deeper, tightening my hold on us.
He’s whimpering now, soft little noises in the back of histhroat, unthinking, unchecked. I slide my free hand around his hip and down his ass, finding his hole and pressing against it. The small cry he gives me is enough to set me off. I push inside of him, just enough to let him know I’m thinking about that ass, and his body jerks, and his cum spills from the tip of his dick. It drips down my fingers, and the feel of it sets me off. My release is earth-shattering, my moans vibrating off the corners of his mouth as we continue to kiss our way through it.
And when we finally come down and my hand is holding us limply together, he lets out a shaky breath, our lips brushing in the mimic of a kiss.
‘Fuck,’ he fingerspells. I can see it from the corner of my eye, and I nod, our foreheads still pressed together.
‘Hot,’ I reply, and he nods.
I step back slightly, and he stares down at my messy hand for a moment before his gaze flicks back up to mine.
His cheeks are pink when he lifts his hands. ‘I like B+.’
I let out a small laugh. ‘Me too, but…’ I lick up my messy finger, tasting us on my skin, and he lets out a small gasp. ‘A+ so much better.’ He huffs, and I point toward the bathroom. ‘Come. Let’s clean up.’
‘Next date when? Tomorrow?’ I feel a little overeager, but the truth is, I want more than what we did tonight, and I don’t think I give much of a shit about pride anymore.
Rome sighs and shakes his head. ‘No. Sorry.’ I pout, and he growls, leaning in to nip at my lower lip. ‘I have so many meetings over the next three days. I’m doing some changes in the company and need to deal with big contracts.’
That’s fair. He’s not trying to squeeze me in like I’m somebusy work task he needs to complete. That earns him a+1in my mental grade book.
