14. Pretending to be unimpressed
PRETENDING TO BE UNIMPRESSED
Lor
It takes far too long for me to catch my breath.
That orgasm was like nothing I’ve experienced before.
I thought I passed out for a moment, but the blackness cleared quickly, and now I’m left with quivering legs and a tremor in my pussy that won’t stop.
I’ve had some good hookups before, but nothing has come close to whatever that was.
I realize my eyes are closed, and I force them open, only to see Ro’s eyes practically glowing as he watches me, still between my legs. He looks almost as undone as I feel.
“What?” I ask. I hold in an eye-roll at how hoarse and breathy my voice is. I bet he loves knowing how wrecked I am after that performance.
“Nothing,” Ro says, averting his gaze.
I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs it off and grins, then shuffles up the bed next to me.
“That was hot as fuck,” he says.
I let out a low chuckle, and he beams like he won a prize. I shake my head and he nuzzles into me, biting his lip with his eyes on my mouth.
I lick my lips, then let my gaze trail down his body.
He took his shirt off at some point, and I’m not at all surprised to find more tattoos on the exposed skin.
Fine lines that follow the curves of his hip bones and disappear around to his back.
More dark lines angle along his lower ribs and waist, guiding my eyes up and around.
I am surprised by the pierced nipples, although I shouldn’t be based on the number of piercings he has in other places. I trace the metal bars with one finger, and he shivers beneath my touch. It’s then I wonder what else might be pierced.
My gaze darts down to the bulge in his pants, then goes back to my finger on the bar through his nipple, and finally up to his face. Ro must read the thoughts going through my head, because he lets out a huff of laughter before speaking.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” he says. “I’m not that much of a masochist.”
One side of my mouth quirks up and I shrug one shoulder. I’m not bothered either way, but it would have been a new experience for me. Still, I’m not going to let an opportunity pass me by.
“No?” I say, turning my voice as sweet as I can. “Prove it.”
Ro’s gaze heats at my words, and he levers himself up on one arm, staring down at me before he grins and hops off the bed.
“You asking for a show, darling?”
I run my eyes up and down his lean form.
“I certainly wouldn’t say no, if you’re offering.”
Ro grins, then bites his lip. He must know that drives me wild, because he’s been doing it a lot more lately.
I’m quickly distracted when he slowly peels off his pants, leaving him in tight black boxers with a clear outline of his cock.
He turns around, flexing his back and arms, then peeks over his shoulders and winks at me.
I laugh the most unattractive, guffawing laugh I’ve ever heard, then promptly slap my hand over my mouth. My eyes flare with mortification, sure I must have just turned him off quicker than his own grandma would.
But as usual, nothing with Ro goes as expected.
“Not the reaction I was hoping for,” he says, turning back around with a rueful grin. “But I’ll take it anyway.”
Ro waggles his eyebrows and I drop my hand, pinching my mouth to stop the smile from spreading, but it falls open a moment later when he runs his hands down his chest and abs to the waistband of his boxers.
He teases, inching it down, then swaying his hips and moving his hands back up.
What little patience I possess was already used up when he edged me mercilessly earlier, so I hold no shame for not wanting to wait again now.
“I don’t know if I want to murder you or fuck you,” I mutter under my breath as I lunge forward, grabbing his boxers at his hips and yanking them down. I should rip them apart like he did to my poor shorts.
His dick nearly smacks me in the face as it bounces free, and I stifle a squeak of surprise as I lean back to take him in. Ro grins down at me.
“Oh, if you wanted those off, you could have just asked.”
I ignore the infuriating gall of this man and choose to admire his body instead.
His arms and legs are well muscled but not obscene, probably from hours on his feet back and forth behind the bar.
His chest is defined, but not in a gym rat way.
He’s lean enough that the V leading to his cock is prominent, and my mouth waters as I follow the line of him down to his cock.
It’s an average length, but more girthy than I’m used to.
My pussy clenches as I imagine how he’ll stretch me, what it’ll feel like having him fill me to the brim.
“Like what you see?” Ro asks.
The smirk is audible in his tone, so I shrug and scoot back on the bed.
“It’ll do,” I say, meeting his eyes.
Ro laughs and leaps onto the bed after me. “I know what that means in Lor-language. That’s high praise coming from you. You love it, don’t you?”
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 are banked 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 like this.
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.
Before I know it, I’m moving. Lifting and falling, grinding my clit against the thumb he angles between us, circling my hips, fucking him until the sparks spread. Ro pinches my nipple, rolls it between his fingers, tugs on it.
“Ah,” I gasp. “Fuck, Ro.”
“Yes, Lor,” he says. “Keep going, take what you need.”
I speed up, his hand on my hip helping me set the pace and keep me steady as he continues to pluck at my nipple and soothe it with a warm palm.
“I, Ro, I…” I trail off, no idea what I’m trying to say, just that I want more of him.
“I know, Lor,” he says. His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it, hoarse and drenched with desire. “You’re perfect, doing so good. Fuck, Lor. So hot and wet, so fucking tight on my cock.”
His dirty words spur me on, and my inner muscles twitch and clench.
“I’m close,” I say, panting as I claw at him. I wrap one hand around his wrist, the one torturing my nipple, and splay the other on his thigh behind me for leverage. My hips swivel and buck as I chase the high just out of reach.
“Fuck, Ro,” I keen, desperate to come.
“Such a good fucking girl, riding my dick like you own it,” Ro says.
My pussy clenches again and my hips stutter.
Ro takes over, holding me steady and pounding up into me.
I throw my head back as sparks tingle up and down my spine, heat pooling in my lower belly.
Ro releases my nipple and moves his hand between us.
My grip moves to his forearm, anchoring myself to him as he slots his fingers around my clit.
“You gonna come for me?” Ro grinds out, and I nod frantically. “That’s right. Drench my cock, milk me dry.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, and he doesn’t. That perfect rhythm is relentless. It sends me higher, heat and tension building until I fear I’ll die before it can snap. Then Ro’s fingers close around my clit and he pinches, rubbing it between them.
My lungs stop working, and I throw my head back as time stands still. Waves of bliss crash over me, and I’m no longer connected to my body. I exist outside of this plane, in a place of euphoria as my clit throbs and Ro continues to hammer into me.
As I rejoin my body, shudders cascade through me, my pussy still clenching around him. Ro becomes impossibly harder inside me, then his thrusts falter and his dick pulses. I can feel it at my entrance and deep inside me as his own orgasm rips through him.
My body turns boneless and I collapse to his chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” I say.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ro replies.
I huff out a breath, almost a laugh, and roll my languid body off him.
Ro lets out a sound of discontent, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes to see what he’s grumbling about.
Then we simply breathe, chests rising and falling side by side.
It’s a moment of mutual satisfaction, which I’ve experienced plenty of times before, but somehow this feels deeper—significant even—and I wrinkle my nose, mentally turning away and focusing on how tranquil my body feels instead.
Ro rummages around for a moment, I suspect taking care of the condom, and next thing I know he’s snuggling up beside me.
I stiffen, not normally one for cuddles, but Ro nuzzles his face into my hair and releases a happy sigh. It brings a small smile to my face, and I relax a little, allowing him to pull my body against his. He turns me onto my side, fussing and adjusting us until he’s comfortable spooning against me.
I’m surrounded by him, his fiery scent, the unnatural warmth of his body, and his soft breaths tickling the back of my neck as he relaxes into me.