My face flushes and I open my mouth to deny it, but nothing comes out. I snap it closed, then narrow my eyes and wrap one hand around his cock.
“Keep talking, smartass,” I say, squeezing my hand. “See what happens.”
Ro slowly leans forward, closing the space between us as his eyes darken. Then he whispers against my mouth.
“Demon.”
My lips twitch up at the corners, but he’s already moving, crashing his mouth against mine again, and I open to let him in. When we’re both out of breath, he pulls back and runs his fingers through my hair, scratching along my scalp. I practically melt into his touch, not fully registering his words as my eyes flutter closed and I tilt into his hand.
“Tell me what you want, Lor. How do you like it?”
“I…” I blink my eyes back open as my brain catches up with the situation. My gaze dips between us. “I’m happy to return the favor.”
Ro hums a low note in his throat and I look up to see him slowly shake his head.
“No, I don’t think so,” he says. “If this is the only chance I have to fuck you, I’m not wasting it.”
“You don’t want my mouth on you? Fine,” I say, pretending haughty disinterest.
“Well, hold up a second,” Ro says, quickly backpedaling. “I never said that.”
I cock an eyebrow and he grins. “There’s always next time.”
I’ve had enough of his bullshit. I sit up and push against his shoulders as I swing one leg over his hips and reach for the box I keep in my nightstand drawer. I tear open a condom, slick it over his dick, and glance up to see him watching my fingers as they move over him. He gulps and I wait a moment, pausing until he makes eye contact. He fixes his cocky smirk into place and tips his chin up.
I take that as permission, so I close my fist around him and move forward until his hard cock is beneath me. Ro’s hands fly to my hips, the heat of his palms sending tingles across my skin. I run his tip up and down my pussy, spreading the lingering wetness, then riding my clit along the hard shaft. Finally, I notch him at my entrance, tip my head back, and suck in a deep breath before sinking down.
Only the first inch, the swollen head of his cock enters me, and it’s already enough to have me panting.
“Eyes on me.”
Ro’s strained voice cuts through the pulse pounding in my ears and I wrench my eyes open. I hadn’t realized that they were closed, I was so focused on the stretch as he fills me. My gaze meets his and my breath hitches in my chest. His eyes arebanked coals, glowing hazel, so full of heat and raw desire it takes my breath away.
Ro taps my hip with one finger, the rest still gripping me, holding me steady above him. It brings me back to the moment, and I suck in another deep breath.
I clench and then release my inner muscles, allowing myself to sink lower, taking another couple inches. He’s rubbing against spots I didn’t know were possible to reach with a dick, but his width has me imagining how obscenely stretched I must be. I try to steady my breathing, but I’m so full already, I don’t know if I can take any more.
I attempt to push down again, but I don’t move. I look down, putting more weight on it, but again, I’m speared on his dick and apparently stuck with only a couple inches inside. An involuntary, panicked whimper escapes my throat and my eyes shoot up to meet Ro’s gaze.
His eyes soften, and I don’t contemplate how desperate I must appear for that look to cross his face, because it achieves the only thing I want right now.
Ro tightens his grip on me and pushes up with his hips while simultaneously pulling me down onto him. A slow, steady glide as he fills me inch by inch. I stop breathing, the air getting trapped in my lungs as sensation sparks along my nerves.
Never has sex felt this way.
I’ve played with women and men, nonbinary and gender-fluid folks, all kinds of toys. But nothing has felt likethis.
I nearly sob when my inner thighs meet his hips and he’s fully seated in me. My mind is spinning, the feeling of him filling me overwhelming. Ro takes a shuddering breath and squeezes my hips, holding us both steady.
“Fuck, Starfire,” he says, voice gravelly with desire. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
He’s imagined this. He called me… star… wait, what did he just say?
The blood starts to drain from my face, but it’s immediately pushed from my mind when he rocks my hips against him, lighting a fire inside me. I gasp and arch my back, rocking myself again. Ro releases my hip with one hand to reach up and palm my breast.
It feels heavenly, having his warm hand cover my entire breast, the nipple trapped between two of his fingers as he squeezes and fondles it.
“God, that feels good,” I say with a moan.
