I played with the soft dusting of hair on his chest. “You want something?”
“Yes,” he growled. “You. On your knees.”
“Whatever would I do there?”
Rohan’s eyes were a gold haze, his “please” strained.
I ran my hand over him, feeling his cock jump. “If we ever break up, you’re going to have a bitch of a time explaining to your new girlfriend that you have to come see me for blowjobs.”
“Only you,” he murmured.
My cold, dead heart grew two sizes larger. “You sure you deserve it?”
He gripped me by my waist. “I’m desperate for you.”
This gorgeous, wonderful man, with his pants half off his hips and a piratical smile playing on his lips, was hard and wrecked. For me.
I slid off him, dropping to the ground and taking his trousers and boxers along for the ride. The planks were cool under my knees and Rohan was hot silk in my mouth. My lips buzzed with magic. I ran my tongue down his shaft, sucking his balls into my mouth, inhaling the sharp smell of his arousal.
He gave a content hum, but he didn’t stop touching me: fondling my breasts, curling my locks around his fingers, running his hands over my shoulders with soft exhales and low groans.
I teased his dick between my lips, slowly taking him in, curling my tongue around the head. Grabbing him by his ass, I pulled him close, taking his cock deeper.
His hips started rocking, his fingers biting into my shoulders. His back arched off the wall. Salty pre-cum hit my tongue.
My nipples puckered and grew achingly hard. Cuntessa was dripping wet and demanding attention. I moaned and Rohan pulled free with a soft pop. “What?” I said. “I was deep-throating like a champ.”
There was enough moonlight to make out the amusement in his eyes, even through his fringe of thick dark lashes. “Not complaining, Sparky, but this party was about to be over before it started.”
“Allow me to help you put on the brakes.” I stood up, grasping the hem of my dress to pull it off but he stopped me, brushing my hands away.
Rohan inched the dress up me, feasting on every newly exposed inch, his gaze almost reverential. “Sometimes I can’t believe we’re finally here.”
“Me too.” It seemed too good to last, my dress bunched in Rohan’s hands as he clutched my hips, my curls brushing his chest, and my head bowed close enough to his heart to hear its staccato rhythm. It was fragile and intense and perfect.
And for the moment, it was mine.
He kissed the pulse fluttering under my jaw, still working the dress off in the world’s slowest striptease, until he had to release me to pull the fabric over my head. He dipped his head, assessing me through heavily fringed lashes. “On the bed.”
I scrambled to do as I was told, on my back, leaning against my elbows, my legs falling open.
He stood over me, still erect. I felt the weight of his hooded gaze like it was the rough glide of his tongue along my curves. He sucked on his lush lower lip.
My heart was in my throat waiting for him to touch me.
He ran a hand up my thigh, tracing the path with his lips. Ro hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his stubble chafed the tender skin on my inner thighs. He ran his tongue under my bikini underwear. So near and yet so far. I wriggled out of them, pitching them across the room into the shadows.
He flicked his tongue to my clit.
My breath caught. I curled my fingers into his locks. “More.”
He did it again, a million tiny licks that set me aflame but did nothing to quench the clenching grip of desire. I canted my hips.
Pinning my knees in place, Rohan set his head between my legs.
I teased my nipples, increasing the pressure of my pinches.
“Fuck.” Rohan groaned, his mouth wet and glistening. He covered my hand with his, making me knead my own sensitive flesh. I writhed on the sheets and begged for more in an unintelligible jumble of sounds. “Like that, do you?”
He slid a finger inside me and I moaned, that delicious familiar tension swelling and coursing through me. I tugged him up.
“What?” he said, lust glazing his eyes. “I was eating you out like a champ.”
I laughed and couldn’t help kissing him again, quick and hard. “Fuck me, Snowflake.” He reached for the drawer of his nightstand but I stopped him. “Ro. Can we…?” I licked my lips nervously. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too.” We’d both been tested by Dr. Sousa, the Rasha-approved doctor who’d dug a bullet out of my shoulder a while ago. Ro sat back on his calves, his hands resting on my legs. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never gone bare with anyone. Not even Cole.” I needed him to understand everything I was trusting him with. I swallowed thickly. “I don’t want anything between us.”
Rohan brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “I don’t either.”
He pressed me into the mattress, still sitting back on his calves. I cupped the nape of his neck, drawing him down to my mouth, bracketing his face in my hands. Our tongues tangled; the tip of Rohan’s cock pressed against me.
Rohan remained between my legs, not yet entering me. Our bodies molded together, hands caressing, mouths insistent. We pulled back, our gazes caught.
I caressed his cheek, his stubble tickling the pads of my fingers. “Hi, you.”
Rohan gave me a wide-open smile, equal parts tenderness and soft vulnerability. “Hi, yourself.” Oh lordy. Heat rolled under my skin and my heart danced a furious tarantella. “Whatcha up to, sweetheart?”
I skimmed my hands down his side and shrugged. “Hanging out.” I sucked the hollow of his neck and he hissed a groan. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You?”
“Making my girlfriend orgasm her brains out. Think it’s a plan?”
I nodded. “A very sound one. So long as you enjoy yourself as well.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Thank you. I shall.”
I waved a hand. “Proceed, good man.”
Rohan glided his hand up my calf. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before.”
My chest swelled with happiness at being his first this way and I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.
Rohan brushed the sweetest kiss on my lips and plunged inside me.
I arched into his touch with a sigh, my eyes drifting to his. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
“Me neither.” Ro’s eyes gleamed in the darkness, a million shades of gold from the purity of flickering flame to the darker edge of the final intense burst of sunset.
A bead of sweat trickled down my chest to my stomach, his body pressing mine into the mattress. We were wrapped in the tangle of our heat, his heart racing, pulsing against my rib cage. I tightened my legs around him, wanting to keep us here forever, savoring this new experience of being so intimately joined.
“Can I move now?” he asked.
“Oh my God, yes, already.” I thrust against him.