Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
ROMAN
Ihave no idea how I drive us back home, but apparently, some part of my brain must be functional enough to get us back in one piece.
Nothing about tonight feels real. Not taking Jesse to the spot I’ve never taken anyone before, or driving with him with my hand in his, or even feeling scraped raw just from kissing him under the moonlight.
My ears are still ringing from his words when the door of my bedroom locks behind us.
Will you fuck me?
My heart rate hasn’t gone down since then, since those hot-as-fuck words left his lips in that sweet and tentative, but sure tone that made me lose all train of thought.
I turn to find him by my bed, still wearing my clothes, looking at me in the same way he did earlier—with eyes oozing heat, want, and a hint of nervousness.
He makes me burn.
Unlike him, this isn’t my first anything. I’ve been with other people to blow off some steam, to simply try and feel good for a little while.
But it’s never been like this.
No one has made me burn with a single look or a playful smile like he has.
No one has made me ache with the need to worship every inch of them until they know, and see, and feel nothing but me.
Jesse fidgets with the hem of the large hoodie he has on, but I can see his smile even in the faint, amber light of the lamp I left switched on on my nightstand.
“I’m not an expert, but I think you’re too far away for this.”
I chuckle, taking the few steps that separate us until I’m standing in front of him.
His breath catches when he feels my arm snake around his waist, pulling him flush against me.
I can’t resist brushing my knuckles against the warm skin of his cheekbone, chasing the hot blush that I’m sure spills down his neck and under the clothes, running my thumb over the full bottom lip I was sucking on not a long time ago.
“Are you making jokes because you’re nervous, Blue?”
His eyes bore into mine before he grazes my thumb with his teeth and tongue, sending a bolt of lightning through me that I feel in my dick.
“I’m making jokes because I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me.”
Every muscle in my body tightens, and my palm slides lower to grip his throat in a hold that makes his eyes heavy.
“I need you naked, baby.”
His tongue comes out to wet his lips, his gaze dropping to mine.
“Yeah, naked sounds good. Sounds really fucking good.”
My grin is all teeth when I crush my mouth against his. I eat the sounds he makes and he swallows my groans greedily as we become a mess of roaming hands, attacking each other’s clothes.
His laugh vibrates against my lips when I curse at how many fucking layers he has on—layers that I put on him, to be fair—but the sound morphs into a low moan when my hands slip under his sweats and underwear, squeezing the ass that fills my palms.
I take it all off him, just as the back of his knees hits the bed and he falls on the comforter.
And then I just stare at the sight of him on my bed—completely bare, hair loose around his shoulders and messed up from my hands, miles and miles of smooth skin, cock hard, red and leaking on his belly.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
A demon in disguise, because there’s nothing angelic about the look on his face when he holds my gaze and he arches his body on purpose—lazily, languidly, like pure fucking temptation.
It snaps something inside me, and I can see how much he loves it, watching me hungrily as I rip the remaining clothes off me and crawl on top of him.
Jesse parts his legs to make room for me, and he meets me halfway when I dip my head to kiss him, falling into him, drowning in his taste and scent.
His hands touch me everywhere, anywhere he can reach, griping my shoulders, his nails digging into my neck, his fingers fisting my hair.
I roll my hips and our cocks slide together in a way that is delicious torture, while I muffle Jesse’s soft groans with my mouth.
We’re tangled in each other so tightly that the only way to be closer to him is to get inside him.
God, I need to be inside him.
“Baby,” I manage to mutter before he pulls my mouth back to his, sucking on my tongue like he needs it to live. I groan from deep within my chest, giving in to a few more thrusts against his pretty cock.
I have to physically force myself to stop.
“Blue, I need to get the lube and condom. Oh, fuck—” I swear softly when his lips latch onto my neck. “I need to open you up, baby.”
My words seem to finally register because he pulls back reluctantly, piercing me with blue eyes full of liquid heat.
“Do we need the condom?” he whispers, and fire bleeds down my spine.
I have always used a condom and gotten regularly tested. He has nothing to fear from me.
But what makes it hard for me to breathe is the trust he’s showing me, the fact that he wants me to fuck him with nothing between us, that he wants all this with me.
“You’re safe with me, Blue,” I rasp quietly and watch his eyes grow hazy and half-lidded once again when I dip down to nuzzle behind his ear and suck on the sensitive skin. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He shivers and I’m drunk on him. “You want to leak my cum on your first time?”
“Yes, Ro. I want to feel all of you.”
Fuck, it will be a miracle if I last long enough to actually get inside him.
Jesse grins when my head hangs down in defeat because he fucking loves to see me suffer.
But his grin melts into an open-mouthed pant a few moments later, when he feels my slippery finger rubbing against his rim.
I sit back on my haunches because I’m not missing any of his reactions.
They are all mine.
I can’t fucking tear my eyes away from him, spread out in front of me, chest heaving, knees bent on either side of me.
He sucks in a breath and instinctively clenches when my finger breaches his perfect hole. But his tension slowly bleeds away and his breathing relaxes as I work it in and out in controlled strokes, never breaking eye-contact with him.
“Does it hurt?” I’ll stop everything if he’s not comfortable.
He shakes his head, tentatively meeting my strokes with his hips. Like the damn wet dream I’ve called him in the past.
“Can you take a second finger?”
“Yeah,” he chokes out. “Give it to me.”
We both groan when a second finger joins the first, and watching a part of me already inside him, stretching him, preparing him for me would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them for him.
“Oh,” he breathes out, the sound pushed out of him in a stroke harder than the previous ones.
“Talk to me, Blue.”
“I’m okay. I feel weirdly full, but good. It feels good, Roman.”
His hands grip the comforter on either side of him, his body chasing the motion and his dick still hard, but I don’t want him to feel just good.
I want to wreck him.
Caressing his thigh and the trembling muscle, I change the angle of my strokes. “And how about now?” I grind out, pressing on his prostate without warning.
Jesse’s body seizes, clamping down viciously on my fingers, barely managing to stifle a scream, his eyes wide, swimming with heat.
Fuck, how I wish I could have those screams in my ears, on my tongue.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?” I fuck his sweet spot ruthlessly and watch his cock drool steadily on his smooth belly. “Look how much you’re leaking.”
“Ro – Roman, oh fuck,” he whimpers when I give his dick one long, tight pump at the same time I go to town on his spot. “What’s happening to me? Oh God, it feels like I’m coming.”
“Not yet, Blue. You’re not coming unless it’s on my cock and you’re not ready yet.”
“I’m not?” he asks in a small voice, looking so damn ruined already.
“Soon, baby,” I bite out, sinking a third finger inside him.
His beautiful eyes roll to the back of his head and a guttural sound leaves his mouth as he arches and slams his ass down on my fingers.
“Please, Roman,” he whispers, looking at me blearily, his whole body flushed pink, sweat marring his temples. Breathtaking. “Need you. Need you so much.”
My cock fucking throbs and I haven’t even touched it.
“Damn it, Jesse.” I gently slip out of him and I swallow hard at the sight of his stretched hole clenching around nothing. “If this is over before it even begins, it’s your damn fault.”
He gives me a breathless chuckle, his eyes tracking every move I make while I slather my cock in lube, before they lock on me when I notch the head at his opening.
“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”
“Yeah, angel,” I grunt as incredible heat engulfs my tip. I clench my jaw, doing everything I can to keep myself focused, to go slow and steady and not ram myself so hard and deep inside him that he feels me in his throat. “We’ll do it again. As many times as you want.”
Jesse breathes heavily, his eyes wide and unseeing as I give him tiny pulses that push me deeper and deeper inside him, rocking into him until my thighs meet his ass and he’s taken all of me.
God, he’s so tight I don’t dare move, letting him get used to me and trying to get a fucking grip before I come in the next two seconds with nothing but him fluttering around me.
“Blue. Tell me you’re okay.”
Jesse’s eyes focus back on me with difficulty, and I don’t think I’m breathing until he gives me a drunken, loopy smile, lifting his body just enough to wrap his arms around my neck and pull me down on him, touching everywhere, not a whisper of distance between us.
“I’m more than okay, Ro,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m perfect.” He wraps his legs around my hips, pushing me in even deeper, making both of us shudder at the feeling, his hands tugging at my hair. “Now kiss me and fuck me.”
Our kisses match the way our bodies fuck—slow, easy, and soul-altering.
We feed our sounds to each other as if it’s the only sustenance we’ll ever need while I cradle his face in my palms and he never stop running his fingers through my hair.