Chapter 15 Roman
Chapter fifteen
Roman
“With pleasure,” Garrett says, gripping my waist and flipping me onto my front. His big, strong hands hold the waistband of my shorts and he abruptly pulls them down.
I lift my hips, allowing him to shimmy my shorts off. Then he’s working on my hoodie. Pulling it up and over my head until I’m face down, fully naked and exposed. Goosebumps ripple across my skin – not from the cold, but from the promise of what’s to come.
“Fucking beautiful,” Garrett mutters, his palms rough on the back of my legs.
He massages the muscles of my calves, then the round globes of my ass, before he’s moving upwards and trailing feather light fingers over my spine and along my sides until he’s hovering over me.
He holds himself up by resting his forearms on either side of my head, his body a ghost of a whisper against my back.
“I’m going to wreck you, Supernova.” Garrett’s voice is a deep rumble that reaches into every corner of my body and soul. “Going to fuck you every day of our time here so that when we leave, you’ll never forget me. You going to let me, sweet thing? Let me into your sweet hole whenever I want?”
I nod against the bedding. “Anytime you want, Gare. Awake. Asleep. I’m all yours until we walk out of here.
” I mean every word. Only I’m certain there’s more to it.
I’m also certain my heart is involved when it bloody well shouldn’t be.
But I push all that away for another day, closing my eyes as he resumes his exploration of my body.
Heat simmers in my blood, and my cock throbs where it sits trapped between my stomach and the rumpled sheets.
Garrett kisses, licks and suckles every inch of available skin and I shiver, feverish in a totally different way to the last few days.
It’s a sensation overload – his rough beard, his warm hands, the rasp of his clothing against my naked form.
It’s so much and yet not nearly enough. I whimper, wriggling my ass.
Garrett chuckles then bites one of my ass cheeks and I suck in a breath.
“You’re impatient,” he mutters. He blows over the bite and my skin pebbles. He does it again, this time closer to my crease. And again, over on the other cheek.
“Garrrettt…” I draw out his name, the word coming out like a plea. I’m so pent up, I’m at risk of rubbing myself shamelessly against the sheets.
The sound he makes this time is darker, with an intent behind it that makes my heart rate spike with anticipation.
“I’ll give you everything you need. But it’s on my terms.” With a hand on each ass cheek, he spreads them apart, and I moan when his tongue slides over my hole, laving at the tight ring of muscle. But as quick as it landed, it’s gone again.
He taps my ass with the flat of his palm. Not hard enough to sting, but enough for a pleasant warmth to bloom at the place we’re connected.
“Roll over for me,” Garrett commands, his voice thick like molasses.
I waste no time flipping myself onto my back, pressing up on my elbows to peer down at where he’s kneeling – fully clothed – at the foot of the bed.
With his eyes on me, Garrett moves to stand, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt, his hairy chest making its appearance.
Saliva pools in my mouth when I take in his pert pink nipples, surrounded by thick hair.
What I would give to suck on those. To sink my teeth into them and listen to him growl.
“See something you like?” he asks, calling my attention back to his smiling face.
“Everything,” I reply. “Literally fucking everything.”
He hums under his breath, undoing his belt and painstakingly slowly pulling down his trousers and underwear.
My cock dribbles precum onto my stomach and while watching Garrett undress, I use the pearlescent drops to coat myself, giving a few languid strokes.
Garrett pauses his movements, his socks still on. Then looks to the side of the bed and utters ‘shit’ under his breath.
“I’ll be two seconds,” he says. His eyes pierce me when he delivers his next words.
“Touch yourself while I’m gone. But you don’t come. I’m the only one who’ll be making you lose it tonight.”
I gulp, nodding as I twist my hand up and down, then play with the head of my cock before resuming my gentle strokes.
By the time Garrett’s footsteps sound from outside the room, I’m panting, floating so close to the edge, I’m tempted to say ‘fuck it’ and come. Damn whatever the consequences will be.
“Good boy,” he says when he walks back in, and I have to drop my hands from my cock and grip the sheets, breathing out through my nose.
“Fuck. Dammit, Garrett,” I choke out. “You cannot say shit like that when you’ve told me not to come.”
He moves to the end of the bed, throws a condom and a bottle of lube next to him and gestures to me with his palm upwards and two fingers folding towards him in a ‘come here’ motion.
“You came prepared,” I say, crawling towards him.
He smirks. “I did. It was a very helpful trip into the village.”
When I reach him, he slides a hand through my blue hair, using his grip on the strands to tip my head upwards. His lips smack into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He groans and I match his expression with a rumbling sound of my own.
Straightening up, with one hand in my hair, and the other stroking his hard, fat cock, Garrett guides me down onto all fours. He bends his knees against the edge of the bed, bringing his cock to my lips.
I don’t wait for instructions. Opening my mouth, I lick his tip and then wrap my lips around his shaft. He keeps his hold on me as I bob on his dick, sucking until my cheeks ache and spit dribbles from the side of my mouth.
“That’s it. So fucking good.”
I’m spurred on by his praise and the subtle thrust of his hips as he tries to hold back from fucking my throat. I suck him harder and take him deeper, my throat convulsing at the intrusion.
“Roman,” he calls out, pulling my head back and letting his cock spring free of my mouth. “Holy fuck. I need inside you. Right now.”
Flopping onto my back, I spread my legs and lift them, holding them up with a hand on the back of each knee.
It’s a wordless invitation that Garrett accepts.
He rustles open the condom, slides it on and coats himself generously with lube.
Then he’s positioning himself so his cock is against my ass.
I worry for a moment he’s going to enter me without prep but then he’s circling my entrance with a finger before sliding it in.
I whimper at the intrusion, bearing down when he pushes in deeper.
“That’s it. Let me in. Good boy.”
Garrett leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that is all teeth, and want and need.
He steals the air from my lungs while he stretches me, working two and then three fingers inside.
My chest aches and my balls are pulling tight, the tingling sensation of an impending orgasm spreading from the tips of my toes to the base of my spine.
“Now, Gare Bear. Please,” I beg. Realistically, not much time could have passed, but I feel like it’s been an eternity since his lips first met mine. Like I’ve known him and wanted him this way, my entire adult life.
“I’ve got you.” Garrett sits back on his knees, drags me forward and then guides his cock to my hole, applying pressure as he presses through the tight ring of muscle.
He moves slowly, allowing me to adjust to each inch he feeds me, until he’s seated all the way, my body squeezing around him.
“God, you’re tight,” he groans, rotating his hips.
The pain pleasure mix is exquisite, the burn and stretch subsiding until I’m lighting up with tiny electric currents of bliss.
Dropping my hands from my knees, I wrap my palm around my erection and stroke just as Garrett thrusts harder, the head of his cock brushing my prostate.
Gasping, I choke on air as he adjusts his angle, nudging that sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly until white lights sprinkle my vision and my cock explodes, ropes of cum shooting up and over my stomach.
“Look at you, making a mess just for me,” he remarks, grunting as he pummels into my ass harder. His words spur me on, another bolt of pleasure ripping through me until I go limp, melting into the bed.
Garrett’s thrusts intensify, and he leans down, bringing his lips to hover over mine.
“Give me one more, sweet thing.”
I jerk when his hand snakes between us, and he grips my softening dick.
“I can’t,” I mutter. My cock making me a liar as it rallies and thickens in his hand.
“Yeah you can, Supernova. I dare you.”
I’d laugh at that, if I wasn’t squirming and panting beneath him, another orgasm building from the final energy stores I have left.
“God, I wish I could fill you up. Shoot my load inside you. Fill you up with my piss.”
I am no newbie to dirty talk and there isn’t much I haven’t tried in the bedroom, but fuck me, this man’s mouth is filthy. I am one thousand percent on board with it.
“You’d do that?” I choke out. My voice a rasp that sounds nothing like me.
“You bet. You’d be leaking for hours.” His nose runs under my ear, his beard scratching my skin.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I mumble as he fucks me harder. “You’d mark me inside and out. Make me smell and taste just like you.”
“Fuuuckk,” he roars, his body shaking and his breath stuttering as he comes, his head buried against my neck.
He holds himself steady while he empties his load into the condom. Once he’s caught his breath, Garrett looks up and into my eyes. His are dark, the hazel-brown almost non-existent with the size of his pupils.
“I want that,” I say.
One side of his lips quirk and he rotates his hand, moving it up and down my sensitive shaft.
“Picture it.” His voice is an arousal-thick whisper that crawls along my heated skin. “You’re full of my cum and now I’m pissing inside you. Filling you even more.” I close my eyes to pretend it’s really happening. “You feel that warmth?”
I nod, and he groans, making the fantasy sound so fucking real.
“God, you’re so full, your belly is bulging and you’re gushing.”
I think my soul leaves my body as I shout out another orgasm, every nerve ending screaming at the intensity of my release.
Garrett pulls out and rolls onto his side, his breaths loud in the quiet of the room. He pulls me so my back is to his chest, kissing my neck as my eyes drift closed. Warm and safe in his embrace. I’ll close them for a minute. Maybe two. And then I’ll ask if we can do it all over again.