Chapter 12
Roman looks around the living room as I close the curtains. When I look at him, he’s biting his lip, looking like he’s holding back a smile. I follow his gaze and groan. “No, don’t look at that.”
“Why, it’s little Knox. You’re so cute.” He picks up the photo frame and peers at it closer this time. “Have you got braces on?”
I snatch it from him, but I’m laughing with him. “Yes, I’d been with my parents about two months, and my teeth were a mess. I’d never been to a dentist before. I hated them at the time—my braces, not my dads—but I’m glad I’ve had them now.”
“You look so different. I don’t just mean age and size, but you look kind of sad, lost.” He slides his hand up my arm and cups my jaw. “I can’t imagine the life you had before this. Whatever it was, I hope you’ve healed.”
I drop the photo on to the sofa and pull Roman up against me.
“I have, thanks to a lot of therapy and the love of my dads. They’re the parents every kid should have.
” Then I lean in and kiss him. We’ve kissed plenty of times before, but this feels different.
Probably because all the other times have been during sex; this is a kiss that feels like a fresh start, a new kind of act between us.
I take it slow, a light pressure as I skim from corner to corner of his mouth, nipping at the skin at the centre of his plump bottom lip. Then I flick my tongue at the top lip.
Roman groans and clutches my hips, pressing harder against me.
I can feel his dick swelling, growing into an erection I’ve seen, sucked, tasted, licked, trapped in a cage.
You name it, and I’ve done it. Yet tonight, it feels new.
When he parts his lips, I slide my tongue inside, still keeping it slow, lazily dipping in and out until he thrusts his tongue against mine, and we keep it soft and slow.
And we keep kissing. Our hands aren’t rushing to undo zips and buttons; Roman’s are sliding over my hips and gripping my bum.
It’s not a frantic grapple; it’s foreplay, slow, steady foreplay.
When we break apart, our foreheads touch. It’s a sweet gesture and one that we’ve never shared before, reminding me that this is something new. “What do you want?” My words ghost over his lips as we stay pressed together.
“Can I stay?” Roman asks just as quietly, his eyes flicking up from my mouth. It’s hesitancy, a fragility I’ve never seen in him before. It’s incredibly arousing.
“Yes.” I press my lips to his again, and the kiss is hotter, needier, more desperate. “Upstairs,” I tell him, and he nods.
When we get into my bedroom, I don’t give him the chance to undress.
I’ve already got my hands under his T-shirt, sliding the fabric up his rib cage and higher until he has no choice but to raise his arms to let me remove it.
His jeans are my next target. The button and zip are easy and then I slide the fabric over his perfect arse.
After that, it gets tricky and soon, we’re both laughing as he falls back on the bed, and I tug the tight denim down his legs and off over is feet.
When they hit the floor, our laughter fades, and our smiles drop.
Roman is still lying on the bed, but he’s propped up on his elbows, watching me.
As I slowly unbutton my shirt, I drink in the sight of all my desires.
Gone is the cute twink that he shows off to all the Doms. He’s more real than I’ve seen before, not the sub that turns up lubed and plugged and ready to play.
He’s an incredibly attractive man, dressed only in a black CK jock strap, waiting for me to join him.
My jeans come off a lot easier than his, and I’m naked—unlike Roman, I’ve no sexy briefs to contain my erection.
“Fuck, I love your cock.” Roman says the words, shattering the silence in the room. His hand rubs over the solid length of his dick, squeezing as he reaches the head.
“I kind of like it too.” And to prove my point, I wrap my fist around it and pump the length. A bead of precum appears in the slit, glistening. “The question is, what shall we do with it?”
I get on the bed and straddle Roman’s thighs; his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as I get closer to him. But instead of offering him my cock to suck, I kiss him, forcing him off his elbows and onto his back. As I flex my dick, it rubs against his, making him moan and buck up off the bed.
I end the kiss and bite down on his bottom lip, making him groan loudly. “Shift up the bed, head on the pillows.”
He shuffles out from under me and does as he’s told, and in his own improvisation, he grips the bars on my headboard.
His body elongates, stretching out to show off his slim frame and the taut skin over his abs.
I’m going to mark that perfect skin with bites that will bruise.
He’s going to remember this long after the night has ended.
“You are the sexiest man alive,” I tell him as I reach for his underwear and tug it down. The elastic in the waistband catches the head of dick, restraining it for a second before it pops free and slaps against his stomach. “Spread your legs.”
I take his cock into my mouth and savour the taste of his precum. It’s been a while since I sucked him off, and it feels good. I want sex with him, not as a scene or to show him off to the other Doms— just us. I hope he feels the same way.
“Fuck, Knox, you’re gonna make me come.” Roman pants and squirms underneath me. “I want you inside me,” he pleads.
With one final swallow around his dick, I release him.
Climbing up his body, I lick over his skin, then draw it deep and suck hard, wanting to cover him with my bite.
Roman moans as I crawl up to his chest and the gold rings he has through each nipple.
I love sucking them into my mouth and tugging until he begs for me to stop. Tonight is no exception.
“You are so fucking sexy, Roe. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.” I kiss him chastely, then reach over to open the drawer of my side table and pull out the bottle of lube. “Grab your legs, babe.”
Roman lifts his legs up wide, holding them behind his knees, showing off his perfect pink pucker.
Before I get him covered in lube, I want to taste that.
I push his legs up and shove a pillow under his bum, raising him up.
I hold his cheeks apart even further and lean in.
The first swipe is with the flat of my tongue.
Roman shudders, and I hear him sigh. Over and over, I lick him, swirling the tip of my tongue over the wrinkled skin, then jab inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roe chants as I rim him even more.
I reach out to grab the lube and pour some over his hole and my fingers.
He’s soft after playing with him for so long; I know exactly how and what this man needs when it comes to prepping.
This here, tonight, is so much more; I feel so intensely different having him here in my bed than I ever did in the club.
Two fingers become three, twisting and stretching his muscles, making him ready for my cock. “I’m ready,” Roe says almost as a curse.
I slick up my cock and press up to his hole. As I sink in, I move over him, caging him in, my elbows by his head. He lets go of his legs, wrapping them around my hips, his heels on my arse. “Ready?” I ask, grinning at him.
“So ready. Fuck me hard.”
I’m not one to turn down a hard fuck and push up onto my hands and pump my hips into him. It’s not enough; I can’t get deep enough and pull out. “Turn over on your hands and knees.”
As soon as he’s in position, I plunge my cock deep inside his hot channel, aiming for his prostate with each punch of my hips. He’s getting close. His passage is quivering, and his balls are tight against his body. I want to see him come.
“Get on your back again; I want to see you. Can we do this together?”
“Yeah, but you’d better get back inside me.”
“Touch yourself. Grab your dick.”
As soon as Roe strokes himself, I match his movements, and soon, it’s my balls aching for release, the sparks of my orgasm racing down my spine to my sac. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
With that, I rut harder and faster until my climax overtakes me, and I fire inside him. At the same time, he cries out my name and shoots over his chest and stomach. As he slows down his strokes, I shudder out the last of my cum, then collapse on top of him.
I know I’m probably too heavy to be doing this, but I don’t have the energy to move.
I don’t think it’s too much of a problem as he wraps his arms around me, his legs still locked over my arse.
We stay like this as our breathing regulates, and my cock goes soft.
As I shift to the side, it slides free of his body.
When I look at him, he’s smiling. It’s a different one from the one I’m familiar with. This is more. It’s softer, his eyes glowing with what I hope is happiness. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, very okay. That was… Fuck, I don’t know the right word. I want to say more. Does that make any sense to you?”
I push a lock of hair off his forehead and cup his cheek. “Yes, it makes sense. It was real. You’re the first man I’ve had in my bed. You’re the first man I’ve had vanilla sex with in a very long time, years actually. I’m sure that’s something my therapist would have me talking about for hours.”
“You see a therapist? I thought you were kidding.” He looks concerned, a cute furrow between his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I have a ton of childhood shit to work through; it helps. As does strapping a sexy sub to a bench and turning his arse bright red.” I grin at him and wink.
I’m surprised when he blushes. “Yeah, you’re very good at that.” He kisses me, and I think it’s the first one he’s initiated.
“We should get cleaned up and get some sleep. What time do I need to get you home so you can get ready for work?”
“It’s my day off, so I’m in no rush to get away.” His smile is one I never want to miss, not when it’s aimed at me.
“Come on, we need to shower.”
“Yes, Sir.”