My lids part lazily, as if waking from a dream. But then Ro tugs at the heft of my bottom lip and I come alive—nipples pebbling at the tinge of smarting pain that accompanies the promise of ecstasy. I suck his thick fingers into my mouth, trapping them in my warmth. Licking and taming them with my lust. It earns me a pleased smirk and that fucking lip bite.
I. Cannot. Take it.
In a rush, I move to straddle him, knees digging into the couch at Ro’s sides. Thighs heavy on his lap to feel his bulge at my center. My hips roll and wind in primal response as he begins to swell beneath me. The satisfied sigh I’d meant to exhale turns to a whimper, and Ro drags my face to his, just as hungry. Licking into my mouth, hot and wicked. Loose curls tumble over us. A privacy curtain—bed mussed and finger tousled—where only Ro and I exist.
He’s so distractingly hard at my ass that I barely notice him yanking at the hem of my borrowed sweatshirt. He’s asking permission and I give it eagerly. Our mouths don’t part as he peels off the heavy layer, but when he notices that there are still three more in its place, he pulls back, quirking a brow.
“Are you wearingallour clothes?”
I lift off his chest so I’m balanced mostly on my knees and Ro’s straining zipper. I tear my crop-top T-shirt combo off in a single urgent movement, like maybe the clothing’s to blame for the blaze engulfing me. Ro’s full attention is on the peaks of my breasts, spilling out of my black lace bra. His lust, anchored only by his tight grip on my ass.
My words are a purr. My gaze, something feline. “Do you really want to be funny right now?”
Ro shakes his head with renewed focus. “Not even a little.”
I’m desperate for his lips to find mine again, but as his large palms splay across my back, Ro’s mouth slides to the cup of my bra instead. Licking the garment’s outline against my dewyskin. His tongue is sharp—a sinful blade of torture, jutting through lace. Teasing each nipple before his teeth clamp down with an ownership I’ve not seen from him before. I gasp at the blissful anguish of his intensity and the pleasure it sends rippling throughme.
His teeth abandon my breasts to yank at the bra itself. Dragging the material down to free me from my cage. His velvet tongue circles and soothes the spots he’s nipped and my head falls—chest arching into Ro, sending me deeper into the awaiting trap of wet heat that he’s set. His mouth ensnares me and I moan shamelessly. My core constricting at the easy control he has over my body.
“This isn’t fair,” I whine. My rebellious hips rocking on his lap. “I want you inside me.”
The rush of air that accompanies Ro’s laugh is warm at my chest, but against the skin he’s licked clean, a chill follows. The contradiction is heady. Intoxicating. I want him out of those clothes, but with each touch and suck and bite, I lose all composure. Writhing and pleading as Ro swallows my protests like they’re his to keep.
He unclasps my bra, and when my breasts spring free, Ro palms their weight. The sting of his pinch at my nipple is all wrong and so right against the relentless dusting of his featherlight kisses lavishing me.
We could keep going like this, but I refuse to miss out again the way I did last night. I’d onlywantedhim then. I need him now.
I free myself from his grasp, standing just long enough to shimmy out of my jeans and let my black panties fall. I’m bared to him now, ready and wanton. I prowl back to my spot on Ro’s lap and bounce a little to reclaim some control. He clutches my ass to find his own.
We tear at his T-shirt together and before he can even discardit, I find the ridges of his taut stomach. My fingernails claw at his firm chest, rising and falling with labored breaths. My touch, drawing shivers, as it trails down his sculpted abs toward the hem of his jeans.
When my forefinger dips below his denim, Ro’s lips curl at my invitation. He unzips, finally. Mercifully freeing the thick length of his impossibly hard dick and reaching for it reflexively. I stop him—if I had to wait, so does he. He’s steel, growing harder still as I slide his hand down my heaving chest and below my belly. He skims my opening to check my arousal. I’m so hot for him, drenched in need. My greedy hips tilt to urge him inside, but his slickened fingers seek out my clit, circling till I press into him. Begging for the pressure I need. He gives it to me before dipping inside. Pumping into me with one finger and stretching me with a second. His cock twitches and strains between us.
“Shit, Kai,” he rasps. “I could come like this.” He growls when we hear just how wet I am for him.
I still his hand with my own. “Don’t you dare.”
I’m the one who guides Ro back to himself, but still, I whimper at the loss. Before my pout can form fully at my lips, he taps my pulsing entrance with the silky head of his dick and I scream. Dizzy at the unexpected torture of his teasing.
“Ro,” I gasp, nails clawing into the plush fabric of the sofa.
He strokes himself from base to tip before gripping tight around his ridge. Sheathing himself in my remaining wetness that coats his palm. My feral eyes drink him in, but my touch is restrained. Exploring my own body instead of his. Because even more than I want to touch Ro, I want to see him touch himself. To study the pressure and pace he uses, so when it’s my turn, I’ll also have the keys to his undoing.
He’s slick with our shared arousal now, and when he crestshis tip again, I grab his wrist. Lifting his hand to my mouth to lick a wicked path from the center of his palm to the end of his middle finger. Bringing him into my mouth once more. Ro watches me, eyes wild, as I savor every drop of us.
I reach out to stroke Ro the way I now know he likes. Eager to feel him. Dying to taste him. But when his eyes roll back at my touch, he chokes out a curse and growls. “You told me not to come.”
His forehead presses into mine as he palms my thighs to lift us both. Flipping us so I’m on my back on the couch beneath him. Ro holds himself taut above me as our ravenous mouths consume each other, and when he finally kicks all the way out of his jeans and boxer briefs, there’s nothing left between us.
His mouth leaves mine to paint kisses down my neck, my breasts, my stomach. My entire body is singed red-hot by his tongue and left chilled by the air that rushes in at its absence. When he kisses my thighs and his face settles between them, I splay my knees to watch this beautiful man.
His brown eyes are midnight and warring when he looks up at me. Obvious in their craving, but patient still. Ro lifts my plump ass to angle me how he wants me, licking his thumb to part me wide. When it skims just the right spot, I buck and nod my approval. In a single thrashing heartbeat, his mouth is on me. Hot suction from his lips alternating with the firm pressure of his tongue. When he stumbles onto the right rhythm, my hips match it enthusiastically.
His mouth is open for me and I use it as I please. Hips swirling against him as he draws every drop of pleasure from my build. In my final moments, when everything is tight and hard, frozen solid and blazing hot, Ro brings one finger to join his lips and I careen over the edge. Eyes blurring, pussy throbbing, and inhibitions shattering as I reach for him. Fingernails at his fade,till I’m slack and breathless. Dripping where we’re still connected as Ro takes a final taste.
His mouth is on mine before I even recover. Our tongues laving filthy kisses while I cling to Ro with a desperation I don’t interrogate. Wrapping my legs around him, pinning his glistening body to mine. Fighting for purchase, like if I slip even a little further, I may fall for real this time. My fingers dig into his flesh like I’m trying to climb inside him, like maybe I could be safe there.
His chest vibrates with a deep laugh of understanding, and he whispers one word in my ear: “More?”
