Chapter 18 #2
He watches me raptly, his palm lifting to cup my cheek, and I rub against him like a touch-starved kitten, wishing he’d never stop touching me.
“Pull me out, Jesse,” he rasps and my fingers work his jeans eagerly until I find hot, smooth hardness, his cock filling my hand as I free him.
God, he feels so good in my hand, so big and thick. So fucking hard. No matter how many times I touch him, it’s never enough.
I can’t tear my eyes away as I give him a firm pump, loving the way his dick jumps in my hold, the way the veins stand out making me want to trace them with my tongue.
How did he even fit inside me?
I watch transfixed as I give him another hard stroke and the fat tip glistens with precum, a drop sliding slowly down his length.
My eyes lift to his, the need to make sure he’s watching me ravaging my insides.
But Roman is not just watching me.
His eyes are black pits of want and desperation, devouring every detail with a single-minded focus that fills me with wild pleasure, the muscles of his thighs so tense it feels like he’s seconds away from snapping.
And I want to be the one to do it to him—to make him snap, to make him unravel, to make him lose all sense of control.
I lick my lips and his eyes zero in on the movement like a predator’s.
“Can I lick it, Roman? I wanna lick it so bad.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, my ponytail loose enough to allow him to fist as much as he wants, delicious tingles breaking out on my skin, spreading all over me.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
I never look away as my tongue finds that single drop of precum and I chase it all the way back up to his tip. His taste explodes in my mouth and a tiny whine builds in my throat because I want more of it. I want to smell and taste nothing but him.
Making myself comfortable between his thighs, I suck on the head, licking it like it’s a big lollipop, and I love it when I feel more of him dripping on my tongue.
Roman groans from above me, the sound deep and tortured. Music to my ears.
“You’re killing me, Blue.”
I hum in answer, so damn pleased, while I mouth his length, mapping it with my lips.
“You like seeing me like this?” I mumble, before I slide the first few inches inside me, getting accustomed to his size, before I slide up and repeat the motion, again, tighter, wetter, my hand still working the rest of his dick.
I only do what feels good, letting instinct guide me, as well as the deep need to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“You look so fucking perfect with my dick splitting your lips,” he grates out, his fingers tightening in my hair, and I pick up speed, bobbing my head on him, taking more of him, feeling him stretch me until my lips and jaw hurt. But I don’t care because I fucking love it.
I release the base of his cock, slipping down further, and gag when the head grazes the back of my throat, my eyes watering, spit dribbling out, my mind growing hazy.
And Roman fucking growls.
“Look at me,” he says in a harsh whisper, and I look helplessly up at him, drowning into dark eyes shining with a possessive gleam that makes me throb in my own jeans.
“Fuck, angel. Look at you taking your first dick.” He rolls his hips up, pumping himself into me in shallow thrusts that make me dizzy with want, muffled moans slipping out of me unable to contain them.
“Relax your throat, baby. Let me feed it to you nice and slow. That’s it. Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”
God, he makes me stupid. He makes me burn so hot. He makes every cell in my body sing with pleasure.
I give myself over to him, relaxing completely in his hold, letting him take over, and he goes feral—stuffing himself in my mouth with an intensity that is brain-melting, taking me like he owns me, like he can’t stop, like he’ll die if he stops.
Whimpers fill my ears, and my mind is so gone it takes me ages to realize they’re coming from me. I cup myself through the material of my pants, and even the light pressure is enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck, Blue. Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
I fumble with my zipper, pure relief rushing through me when I wrap my hand around myself.
It only takes a couple of rough strokes for my balls to seize and my entire body to feel like it’s a live wire, coming so hard I explode all over my fist, soaking my jeans and spurting on the floor between Roman’s legs.
I moan at the violent pleasure, my throat constricting around Roman’s length until I feel him harden even more and start pulsing.
Roman loses it, whispering Jesse, Jesse, Jesse almost reverently, calling me beautiful, stroking my hair with both hands before he cradles my face and comes down my throat, keeping me steady, making sure I swallow everything he gives me.
Bliss. Fucking bliss is all I feel as our eyes remain locked together through it all.
Even when he starts to soften, I keep him in my mouth, sucking on him gently, lazily, keeping him warm, while his thumbs brush my cheekbones, rubbing away the tears that are now dry, as we come down from whatever just happened.
It feels raw and intimate, and soon it’s not enough.
The same need swims in his eyes as he slips his cock out, and pulls me up so I’m once again on his lap and he’s kissing me softly, messily, our pants still unzipped and our dicks still out, wet and touching.
“I never thought I’d love having an aching jaw so much,” I mutter against his lips, my voice hoarse as hell from the throat-fucking he gave me.
I feel more than see Roman’s smile.
“Was it worth it?”
“So fucking worth it.” I’d eat his dick for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
His warm palm cups the side of my neck, his thumb brushing against my sensitive throat.
“How’s your throat?”
“Wrecked.”
Something that sounds suspiciously like a purr rumbles in his chest.
His eyes are once again pools of dark chocolate when he looks at me.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask him, tugging at the short hairs on his nape. “You like that you wrecked my throat with your dick. Admit it.”
“Yeah, Blue. I do. That rasp in your voice drives me crazy knowing I put it there.”
I hum at his words, a small shiver running under my skin.
“That makes two of us.”
He smiles as he leans forward and mouths a kiss on my sweaty temple.
“Wanna clean up, change, and hang out?”
My heart pounds like it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest and crawl into his.
I nod against his touch.
“Yes, please.”