Chapter 23
My lips sweep against Ro’s. Tender and teasing until his lavish mouth awakens, parting wide against mine.
Heavy with dormant want. Our tongues entangle and desire shoots down my core.
Tearing through me like a flaming wick—igniting my body and singeing every nerve ending in its path.
Exposing me till there’s nothing left but feeling. Nothing left but Ro.
Heat and electricity thrum in my veins and spark in the air between us. I exhale Ro’s name into our kiss and he buries his fingers in my hair to deepen our connection. The pads of his thumbs massage the supple skin at my temples before Ro breaks away to study me.
I rest my head in his strong hand, turning to press a kiss into his palm for safe keeping.
When I face him again, we’re bound only by the tips of our noses and the whisper of each panting breath as our heaving chests find air.
A moan escapes with my contented sigh, and when a single finger grazes my mouth, my eyes flutter closed.
Ro traces my lips, plump from pressure and glistening in anticipation.
He’s mapping me the way I did with him last night.
I would’ve expected to be embarrassed by the tenderness, but I can’t be. Not with him.
My lids part lazily, as if waking from a dream.
But then Ro tugs at the heft of my bottom lip and I come alive—nipples pebbling at the tinge of smarting pain that accompanies the promise of ecstasy.
I suck his thick fingers into my mouth, trapping them in my warmth.
Licking and taming them with my lust. It earns me a pleased smirk and that fucking lip bite.
I. Cannot. Take it.
In a rush, I move to straddle him, knees digging into the couch at Ro’s sides.
Thighs heavy on his lap to feel his bulge at my center.
My hips roll and wind in primal response as he begins to swell beneath me.
The satisfied sigh I’d meant to exhale turns to a whimper, and Ro drags my face to his, just as hungry.
Licking into my mouth, hot and wicked. Loose curls tumble over us.
A privacy curtain—bed mussed and finger tousled—where only Ro and I exist.
He’s so distractingly hard at my ass that I barely notice him yanking at the hem of my borrowed sweatshirt.
He’s asking permission and I give it eagerly.
Our mouths don’t part as he peels off the heavy layer, but when he notices that there are still three more in its place, he pulls back, quirking a brow.
“Are you wearing all our clothes?”
I lift off his chest so I’m balanced mostly on my knees and Ro’s straining zipper.
I tear my crop-top T-shirt combo off in a single urgent movement, like maybe the clothing’s to blame for the blaze engulfing me.
Ro’s full attention is on the peaks of my breasts, spilling out of my black lace bra.
His lust, anchored only by his tight grip on my ass.
My words are a purr. My gaze, something feline. “Do you really want to be funny right now?”
Ro shakes his head with renewed focus. “Not even a little.”
I’m desperate for his lips to find mine again, but as his large palms splay across my back, Ro’s mouth slides to the cup of my bra instead.
Licking the garment’s outline against my dewy skin.
His tongue is sharp—a sinful blade of torture, jutting through lace.
Teasing each nipple before his teeth clamp down with an ownership I’ve not seen from him before.
I gasp at the blissful anguish of his intensity and the pleasure it sends rippling through me.
His teeth abandon my breasts to yank at the bra itself.
Dragging the material down to free me from my cage.
His velvet tongue circles and soothes the spots he’s nipped and my head falls—chest arching into Ro, sending me deeper into the awaiting trap of wet heat that he’s set.
His mouth ensnares me and I moan shamelessly.
My core constricting at the easy control he has over my body.
“This isn’t fair,” I whine. My rebellious hips rocking on his lap. “I want you inside me.”
The rush of air that accompanies Ro’s laugh is warm at my chest, but against the skin he’s licked clean, a chill follows.
The contradiction is heady. Intoxicating.
I want him out of those clothes, but with each touch and suck and bite, I lose all composure.
Writhing and pleading as Ro swallows my protests like they’re his to keep.
He unclasps my bra, and when my breasts spring free, Ro palms their weight. The sting of his pinch at my nipple is all wrong and so right against the relentless dusting of his featherlight kisses lavishing me.
We could keep going like this, but I refuse to miss out again the way I did last night. I’d only wanted him then. I need him now.
I free myself from his grasp, standing just long enough to shimmy out of my jeans and let my black panties fall. I’m bared to him now, ready and wanton. I prowl back to my spot on Ro’s lap and bounce a little to reclaim some control. He clutches my ass to find his own.
We tear at his T-shirt together and before he can even discard it, I find the ridges of his taut stomach. My fingernails claw at his firm chest, rising and falling with labored breaths. My touch, drawing shivers, as it trails down his sculpted abs toward the hem of his jeans.
When my forefinger dips below his denim, Ro’s lips curl at my invitation.
He unzips, finally. Mercifully freeing the thick length of his impossibly hard dick and reaching for it reflexively.
I stop him—if I had to wait, so does he.
He’s steel, growing harder still as I slide his hand down my heaving chest and below my belly.
He skims my opening to check my arousal.
I’m so hot for him, drenched in need. My greedy hips tilt to urge him inside, but his slickened fingers seek out my clit, circling till I press into him.
Begging for the pressure I need. He gives it to me before dipping inside.
Pumping into me with one finger and stretching me with a second.
His cock twitches and strains between us.
“Shit, Kai,” he rasps. “I could come like this.” He growls when we hear just how wet I am for him.
I still his hand with my own. “Don’t you dare.”
I’m the one who guides Ro back to himself, but still, I whimper at the loss. Before my pout can form fully at my lips, he taps my pulsing entrance with the silky head of his dick and I scream. Dizzy at the unexpected torture of his teasing.
“Ro,” I gasp, nails clawing into the plush fabric of the sofa.
He strokes himself from base to tip before gripping tight around his ridge.
Sheathing himself in my remaining wetness that coats his palm.
My feral eyes drink him in, but my touch is restrained.
Exploring my own body instead of his. Because even more than I want to touch Ro, I want to see him touch himself.
To study the pressure and pace he uses, so when it’s my turn, I’ll also have the keys to his undoing.
He’s slick with our shared arousal now, and when he crests his tip again, I grab his wrist. Lifting his hand to my mouth to lick a wicked path from the center of his palm to the end of his middle finger. Bringing him into my mouth once more. Ro watches me, eyes wild, as I savor every drop of us.
I reach out to stroke Ro the way I now know he likes. Eager to feel him. Dying to taste him. But when his eyes roll back at my touch, he chokes out a curse and growls. “You told me not to come.”
His forehead presses into mine as he palms my thighs to lift us both.
Flipping us so I’m on my back on the couch beneath him.
Ro holds himself taut above me as our ravenous mouths consume each other, and when he finally kicks all the way out of his jeans and boxer briefs, there’s nothing left between us.
His mouth leaves mine to paint kisses down my neck, my breasts, my stomach. My entire body is singed red-hot by his tongue and left chilled by the air that rushes in at its absence. When he kisses my thighs and his face settles between them, I splay my knees to watch this beautiful man.
His brown eyes are midnight and warring when he looks up at me.
Obvious in their craving, but patient still.
Ro lifts my plump ass to angle me how he wants me, licking his thumb to part me wide.
When it skims just the right spot, I buck and nod my approval.
In a single thrashing heartbeat, his mouth is on me.
Hot suction from his lips alternating with the firm pressure of his tongue.
When he stumbles onto the right rhythm, my hips match it enthusiastically.
His mouth is open for me and I use it as I please.
Hips swirling against him as he draws every drop of pleasure from my build.
In my final moments, when everything is tight and hard, frozen solid and blazing hot, Ro brings one finger to join his lips and I careen over the edge.
Eyes blurring, pussy throbbing, and inhibitions shattering as I reach for him.
Fingernails at his fade, till I’m slack and breathless.
Dripping where we’re still connected as Ro takes a final taste.
His mouth is on mine before I even recover.
Our tongues laving filthy kisses while I cling to Ro with a desperation I don’t interrogate.
Wrapping my legs around him, pinning his glistening body to mine.
Fighting for purchase, like if I slip even a little further, I may fall for real this time.
My fingers dig into his flesh like I’m trying to climb inside him, like maybe I could be safe there.
His chest vibrates with a deep laugh of understanding, and he whispers one word in my ear: “More?”
“More,” I pant. “Everything.”
He rolls a condom on and circles my entrance, using my wetness to ease his entry as he sinks into me slowly. Inch by precious inch. There’s a newness as my body stretches to take in his ample size, but his fit is also familiar, somehow. Like this is where he belongs. Gem and setting. Lock and key.
Ro holds me, deep and unmoving, and my eyes water at the fullness.
I claw at my hair, the couch, his back. Desperate for him to start thrusting, but just as decided that he should stay this still forever.
When I can’t take it any longer, I let my waist swivel in barely perceptible circles.
Ro’s hips round, too, and when he rocks even farther inside, my body tightens to hold him there.
Waves of electric pleasure crest over me, and my breath hitches at feeling him this way. Finally close enough.
But when I open my eyes, Ro’s watching me with an intention that matches his movements, and I moan at the way he holds my gaze, commanding me without saying a word.
A smile lifts the corners of his mouth at how hungry I am for him, but this time, when Ro’s teeth sink into the pillow-soft flesh of his lip, I see vigilance there.
Caution. He’s holding back. Keeping quiet, when right now, I want him free and loud.
“Say it,” I beg. “Tell me.”
His thrust threatens to tear me apart as his voice breaks free. “Shit.” The word sounds like an admission. A curse wrapped in a plea. “You feel so good. So fucking good, Kai. I want you.”
“You have me,” I rasp. My body shaking and screaming that it’s his.
And if he hadn’t buried himself inside me again right then, I might’ve noticed how those words tasted on my tongue.
Bitingly harsh in their truth. Brutally sharp in their honesty.
But as our bodies move together, pleasure rips through me and my mind blurs.
Mouth nipping and sucking at Ro’s neck till all I taste is him. Salty and sweet.
Ro’s rhythm mounts as he unabashedly chases his own release and I relinquish all control. He pulls out one last time before thrusting all the way back in. His body stutters as he splinters apart.
There are no screams or sounds between us anymore.
What had been violent crests earlier are now slow rolling tremors.
Silent intensity that our mouths devour whole as our breath, deep and ragged and shared, races past the rawness in my throat.
Ro’s still filling me and my body is still pulsing for him, with him.
His subtle twitches inside me ushering my aftershocks.
And, I realize I’d been wrong just moments before: We hadn’t been close enough then, because we hadn’t been this close.
Until now.