27. Hands on the headboard
HANDS ON THE HEADBOARD
Lor
I think Ro is the one turning me insane, not the star-chasing. My thoughts swirl as his hands flex and glide across my skin. Every time I open my eyes, they go straight to his new tattoo.
The one he got for me.
I don’t know how to feel about it. The anxious part of me is stuck on our future, wondering how we’re going to possibly make it work, while every other molecule of my being is yearning to be here with Ro.
Of course, that also sends my anxiety spinning, because what does it mean that he’s here with me?
He said he loves me, but my mom was supposed to love me and she didn’t stay. Could he be telling the truth? Can I trust him not to hurt me, not to leave me? Can I trust myself to…
My eyes flick back to the tattoo, and I quickly clench them closed. My avoidance is legendary by now, and to prove my own point, I force all my thoughts and worries aside to focus on the man in front of me.
I trace his other tattoos with a heated gaze—the old, safe ones—as he leans back and takes my foot in one hand.
He props it on his shoulder, spreading me open as his eyes devour me, and a clenching ache moves through my core.
I suck in a breath when he swipes his hands up my leg to the crease where it meets my hip, then he stops and looks up at me.
Those gorgeous hazel eyes are my undoing. His lips twitch as his eyes spark, then he drops his hands back to my ankle where he massages slow circles into my skin.
A demon, no doubt.
I groan at his teasing, and his lips slant further, enough that he can’t hide the smirk this time. I narrow my eyes when I realize if it was up to him, he’d likely drag this out all night. I lick my lips and tilt my head as I survey our positions and the demon before me.
Then I tense the muscles in my leg, the one he has propped up, using it to my advantage to shove him back against the shower wall. He lets out a surprised yelp as his eyes dart up to mine.
It’s my turn to smirk as I pin him to the wall, and his hand tightens its grip on my calf.
I lick my lips as my heart rate speeds up, the playful glint in his eye spurring me on.
I leave my foot where it is against his shoulder as I angle my body closer.
His eyes flit between my face and my pussy, and I slide a gentle hand into his hair, pressing my fingers into his scalp.
Ro closes his eyes and lets his head fall back into my palm.
Silly demon.
I clench my hand into a fist, gripping a handful of his hair tight enough to sting, and his startled eyes fly open to meet mine. One side of my mouth tilts up, and his eyes somehow widen even more.
“Lick me,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky with desire.
Ro’s eyes flash as his gaze darts back down between my legs. He attempts to jerk forward, but he’s stopped by my fist still tight in his hair. He shoots a glare up at me and I eye him, holding him away from me for another moment.
“Give me what I want,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “No more teasing. No more playing. No edging.”
To my surprise, Ro’s face splits into a delighted grin.
“I’m not sure if I like that mantra more or less than my old one.”
Before I can question what he means, he rips his hair from my grip, loops his arms around to grab my ass, and shoves his face straight between my legs. His tongue is hotter than normal when he swipes it up to circle my clit, and I gasp at the sensation.
I can feel him grinning against me as he licks and sucks, circles and nips. True to my instruction, he doesn’t tease, or play, or edge me even once. It’s overwhelming how good it feels.
His every touch is a demand, and my body has no choice but to obey. I’m coming hard before I know it, an inferno lighting me up inside and scorching every nerve as it crashes over me. Too much, too fast, and then it’s over.
I pant above him, not sated in the least, and Ro licks his lips as he leans back.
“Not quite what you were looking for?” he says with a cheeky grin.
I press my foot hard into his shoulder, ensuring he gets the message to stay, then I drop it so both feet are on the shower floor as I step back to rinse and attempt to catch my breath.
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 a good 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.
And finally, I have all-encompassing, searing relief.
We head out the next morning after the best sleep of my life. I’ve been looking over my shoulder the entire trip, disbelief painting the landscape around me every time I fail to find one of my former evil boss’ goons following us.