Ro doesn’t heed my nonverbal warning, of course.
He bites that infernal lip ring of his, then slowly raises his body as he steps forward, looming over me. This diabolical man can’t let me have one win, can he? I tip my head back to glare at him, pinching my lips to prevent my smile from answering his.
Much as I pretend to loathe it, I love our games. He brings out a playful side of me I didn’t know I had.
I eye him warily as my brain jumps from one thing to the next, trying to figure out what he’s going to do. Before I land on any likely scenarios, Ro scoops me under the ass, latches his mouth onto my nipple with a hard suck, and steps out of the shower.
Without turning it off or even touching a towel, he strides into the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. I’m still bouncing when his hands are on my hips, pushing me around so I’m flat on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed facing him.
Upside down.
I open my mouth to—I don’t know—ask what he’s doing, protest soaking the blankets, try to inhale after the air was knocked out of me? Whatever it was going to be is interrupted by Ro shoving his cock between my lips.
I suck in a quick breath through my nose, and then he’s pumping into me, smooth and hot along my tongue. I suppress a groan at the feeling, the taste of him, the demand in every stroke between my lips.
Ro’s fingers twist my nipple, and his other hand settles along my jaw and throat, feeling himself as he fills me. I moan at the overwhelming sensations, the rough treatment turning me on more than I would have thought possible.
My pussy clenches on nothing, a most unwelcome sensation, so I reach down between my legs to bury my own fingers in it. Ro snags my wrist, then both of my hands are shackled in one of his.
To my horror, I whimper.
Ro grins and tightens his grip on my wrists, then slowly pushes his cock further, nudging it into my throat. The lack of oxygen and upside down position are making my head tingle, but all I can focus on is my throbbing clit and the emptiness I need filled. I can’t move to fix it, and more fiery incredulity sweeps through my veins.
I try to protest, but Ro is still filling my mouth, so all that comes out is a rumble in my throat that he seems to enjoy, if his answering groan is any indication. My face flames with indignation. I’m incensed, and so turned on I’m pretty sure I’m dripping down my ass.
“You’re perfect, Starfire,” Ro grunts as he pumps into my mouth. “So pretty and weeping for me, desperate to be filled.”
His dirty words are scorching, and I try to squirm out of his grasp as I clench my legs together and twist my hips, desperate for any sort of friction.
“So needy,” he says, then moans when I try to speak around his cock again.
I’m afraid I might resort to begging if he were able to understand me.
“Yeah, keep telling me how much you like it. That’s my good girl, taking me deep in your throat.” His hand squeezes my neck, and I practically convulse as I try to hold back a gag while my body breaks out in delicious shivers.
“Fuck, Lor.” Ro’s voice is decadent, sweeping under the rush of blood in my ears to send more flaming need through my body.
“Gonna come all over you, mark you as mine.”
I’m only half listening at this point, as I’ve managed to find a position that I can clench and rock against my own legs to get the tiniest spark of stimulation. It’s not enough to come, but with Ro’s hands on me, restraining me and controlling my breath and tweaking my nipples, it’s almost enough to get close.
I suck in a startled gasp when he pulls out of my mouth, a rush of cum landing on my lips before he releases my throat to stroke his cock. He groans deep in his chest, and I can feel his eyes on me as he shoots ropes of hot liquid across my body. He covers my breasts and belly as I heave for breath, coughing as air scalds my sore throat.
“Gorgeous,” Ro says, panting. “And all fucking mine.”
He reaches down, and I think he’s going to clean me off, but instead he rubs his cum into my skin. He swirls it around my breasts, then swipes some onto his fingers and shoves them in my mouth. I groan at the salty taste, and my back arches, his possessiveness inflaming my need.
“If I let go, will you be a good girl and ride my face?” Ro says.
My instinct is to snarl in reply.
The thought of being agood girl—of doing what he says—prickles along my skin, but the need thrumming through my body wins out. I glare at him as he pulls me up, my body somehow both tense and lax at the same time. He maneuvers me on top of him so I’m straddling his lap as he leans against the headboard. Then he grins and pinches my nipple before sliding down the bed until my pussy hovers over his face.
“Hands on the headboard,” he says, nipping at my sensitive inner thighs.
My legs tremble, and I obey without thought, leaning forward to grip the top of the headboard as he pulls me down to sit on him. Ro sticks out his tongue, swipes it up my center, then sucks my clit into his mouth. I can barely focus as I look down at him through dazed eyes, his dark-rimmed gaze intent on my face while the lust swirling through me mixes with too many emotions.
“Take your pleasure, Starfire,” he growls into my skin.
