I realize my eyes are closed, and I force them open, only to see Ro’s eyes practically glowing as he watches me, still between my legs. He looks almost as undone as I feel.
“What?” I ask. I hold in an eye-roll at how hoarse and breathy my voice is. I bet he loves knowing how wrecked I am after that performance.
“Nothing,” Ro says, averting his gaze.
I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs it off and grins, then shuffles up the bed next to me.
“That was hot as fuck,” he says.
I let out a low chuckle, and he beams like he won a prize. I shake my head and he nuzzles into me, biting his lip with his eyes on my mouth.
I lick my lips, then let my gaze trail down his body. He took his shirt off at some point, and I’m not at all surprised to find more tattoos on the exposed skin. Fine lines that follow the curves of his hip bones and disappear around to his back. More dark lines angle along his lower ribs and waist, guiding my eyes up and around.
I am surprised by the pierced nipples, although I shouldn’t be based on the number of piercings he has in other places. I trace the metal bars with one finger, and he shivers beneath my touch. It’s then I wonder whatelsemight be pierced.
My gaze darts down to the bulge in his pants, then goes back to my finger on the bar through his nipple, and finally up to his face. Ro must read the thoughts going through my head, because he lets out a huff of laughter before speaking.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” he says. “I’m not that much of a masochist.”
One side of my mouth quirks up and I shrug one shoulder. I’m not bothered either way, but it would have been a new experience for me. Still, I’m not going to let an opportunity pass me by.
“No?” I say, turning my voice as sweet as I can. “Prove it.”
Ro’s gaze heats at my words, and he levers himself up on one arm, staring down at me before he grins and hops off the bed.
“You asking for a show, darling?”
I run my eyes up and down his lean form.
“I certainly wouldn’t say no, if you’re offering.”
Ro grins, then bites his lip. He must know that drives me wild, because he’s been doing it a lot more lately. I’m quickly distracted when he slowly peels off his pants, leaving him in tight black boxers with a clear outline of his cock. He turns around, flexing his back and arms, then peeks over his shoulders and winks at me.
I laugh the most unattractive, guffawing laugh I’ve ever heard, then promptly slap my hand over my mouth. My eyes flare with mortification, sure I must have just turned him off quicker than his own grandma would.
But as usual, nothing with Ro goes as expected.
“Not the reaction I was hoping for,” he says, turning back around with a rueful grin. “But I’ll take it anyway.”
Ro waggles his eyebrows and I drop my hand, pinching my mouth to stop the smile from spreading, but it falls open a moment later when he runs his hands down his chest and abs to the waistband of his boxers. He teases, inching it down, then swaying his hips and moving his hands back up. What little patience I possess was already used up when he edged me mercilessly earlier, so I hold no shame for not wanting to wait again now.
“I don’t know if I want to murder you or fuck you,” I mutter under my breath as I lunge forward, grabbing his boxers at his hips and yanking them down. I should rip them apart like he did to my poor shorts.
His dick nearly smacks me in the face as it bounces free, and I stifle a squeak of surprise as I lean back to take him in. Ro grins down at me.
“Oh, if you wanted those off, you could have just asked.”
I ignore the infuriating gall of this man and choose to admire his body instead. His arms and legs are well muscled but not obscene, probably from hours on his feet back and forth behind the bar. His chest is defined, but not in a gym rat way. He’s lean enough that the V leading to his cock is prominent, and my mouth waters as I follow the line of him down to his cock. It’s an average length, but more girthy than I’m used to.
My pussy clenches as I imagine how he’ll stretch me, what it’ll feel like having him fill me to the brim.
“Like what you see?” Ro asks.
The smirk is audible in his tone, so I shrug and scoot back on the bed.
“It’ll do,” I say, meeting his eyes.
Ro laughs and leaps onto the bed after me. “I know what that means in Lor-language. That’s high praise coming from you. You love it, don’t you?”
