Decker
I'm lying in Rocky's bed, totally naked.
After I chose my preferred option, Rocky lifted me up, I encircled my legs round his waist, and we made out. It was hot, passionate, slightly sloppy, and a perfect starter for what lies ahead.
He carried me through the suite and into his bedroom where he placed me down on the bed, turned on the side lamps, and resumed kissing me. Because of his size, I kept expecting him to be rough or maybe even a little overpowering.
I was wrong on both counts.
Rocky does kiss forcefully, but there's a tenderness and gracefulness to his movements, a certain kind of craftsmanship in the way he explores the inside of my mouth with his tongue, and how he keeps his hands on me at all times, making his presence felt.
It's clear he knows what he's doing, but he's also learning me, what makes me moan, what elicits a physical response from my body. That care and attention to detail is sexy as fuck.
I'm putting your needs first.
When has a man ever said that to me? Never. The answer is never.
Until tonight.
"How do you want to do this?" he asks as he strips off.
I don't miss that he left getting undressed to last, and I'm also acutely aware he was exposed and humiliated in a very personal way, on a very public stage.
If I still had my clothes on, I might know how to reassure him, to quell any nerves he may be feeling about getting naked in front of another person.
But me sprawled on his bed, waiting to get fucked, isn't a situation covered in the PR manager handbook.
I wave him over. "Just come over here, and we'll figure it out."
"Okay."
He bends over to get out of his jeans, and when he straightens, the sight of him in nothing but white Calvins is truly breathtaking.
I've seen a ton of footage of him at posedowns, so I know what his body looks like. But that was all it was—a body. Now that I've learned more about him, now that we've spent some quality time together, he's not just a body anymore.
I climb off the bed and saunter over to him, loving the way his eyes rove up and down me like he's a lion and I'm his prey.
"All this is very nice," I say, waving my hand in front of his body. "But what I like most about you, Rocky, is up here." I place my palms against his temples.
An expression forms on his face that I can't read.
Surprise? Disbelief?
Not wanting to get sidetracked for too long, I swing the conversation back around to sex.
"Don't worry," I murmur, pressing a kiss against the front of his shoulder because I've never seen a front of a shoulder so big and muscular in my life. I tap his bulge a few times. "I'm still going to slobber all over this bad boy like a good little slut for you."
He grabs me by my waist and lifts me up, bringing his lips to mine as he walks us back to the bed. His bulge taps against my ass, and I grind down on it. Any last remaining semblance of professionalism flies out the window as my dormant inner slut wakes up from his way-too-long slumber.
"Thank you for saying that," he says softly, laying me down on my back.
"The bit about being a good little slut?" I deadpan, knowing full well that's not what he means.
"Yeah. That bit," he quips right back.
There's a softness in his eyes as he looks at me, almost as if he's trying to figure me out. It's a little too intense, so I lift onto my toes and crash my lips into his.
After another wild make-out session, I tug at the waistband of his briefs. "Permission to take these off?"
A smile lights up his eyes. "Permission granted."
I wriggle out from under him, and he flips onto his back. I peel the undies down his thighs and plant a trail of kisses down his legs as I slide them all the way down to his feet. It's like kissing a smooth wall of muscle.
With his underwear off and Rocky fully naked, I lick one long, continuous stripe back up his body, starting at the top of his foot, up his shin, over his knee, and along the inside of his right thigh.
He emits a low grumble when I reach his balls, gently flicking them with the tip of my tongue. I curl my fingers around the base of his thick cock and draw it down toward my mouth. Before I put it in, I lock eyes with him.
The playfulness from moments ago is gone, and he's staring at me so intensely, it's like he can see straight into my soul.
I give his dick a firm squeeze and smirk up at him. "Think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this thing."
"Oh yeah?" he growls.
My other hand is resting on his massive quad, his muscles tense under my touch. He's worried, and I suspect I know about what.
I lower down, my lips less than an inch from his cockhead.
I remove my hand, loosen my jaw, relax the back of my throat, and in one slow, smooth motion, I take him into my mouth, inch by inch by inch until my nose connects with his pubic bone.
With just as much control, I pull back until his cock is entirely out of my mouth.
I lick my lips. "There. You can relax now. I'm fine. I can handle you, big boy."
"O-okay." He opens his mouth, but nothing other than a rough whimper comes out.
"Going to need you to find your words." I peer at him and smile sweetly as a dazed flicker crosses his face. "I want you to talk dirty to me, Rocky."