Page 68 of Sapphire Storm

Ethan exploded with laughter. “Why are you pretending tolike it then?”

He grimaced. “I wanted to seem sophisticated. Like you.”

Their lips met, and they snuggled into each other.

“I don’t need you to pretend to like things you don’t like.”

“Good.” Ethan heard a loud thud on the nightstand. “’Causeit tastes like ass. The bad kind.”

Ethan drifted off to the sound of television laughter.

When he woke next, the lights were out and the bed next tohim empty. Despite the dark, he felt like he was in a sound bath, gravelhitting tin everywhere. He rolled to one side. The sliding door was still open,and outside on the balcony, Roman stood with his back to him, still in only hisbriefs, arms resting against the balcony rail.

Rain.It had been so long since he’d heardit—especially this much of it—the sound had seemed foreign at first. But it wasthe sight of Roman’s muscular back, the swells of his ass inside his tightwhite underwear, the casual way he’d crossed one ankle over another, that drewEthan from the covers like a tiger emerging from its den.

The rain masked the sound of his approach, so when hewrapped his arms around Roman from behind, the man let out a soft, surprisedsigh then stood up straight so their bodies could press together. Ethan plantedgentle kisses along the nape of his thick, muscular neck, then down one shoulder.

“How’d you sleep?” Roman asked.

“Has it been that long?”

“Six hours.”

“Deeply. How’dyousleep?”

“Pretty well, but I, uh, had to get up a little while agoand get ready for something.”

Nothing stirred Ethan’s desire quite like a bottom tellinghim he’d prepared himself to be ravished. Conquered. Filled.

“I hope,” Roman added in a whisper, then he pressed his underwear-cladass back against Ethan’s thickening cock. “And so do you, it looks like.”

Another kiss, this one matched with grinding pressure downbelow. When they broke, they were staring into each other’s eyes as the rainhammered the building, filling the gap between towers in a sparkling veil. “I wantto be what you want,” Roman whispered. “But is it going to creep you out if Iask for your million-dollar answer?”

Nobody had ever posed that question to him before, maybebecause he’d never discussed Zach Loudon’s escorting advice with a man he’d beenintimate with. Ethan brought one hand to the waistband of Roman’s briefs andslid several fingers inside the waistband. “It starts here,” he whispered. “Itstarts with me owning every inch of this. Filling every inch of this.”

Roman cooed. “I’m sure I can take every inch you’ve got.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I like to go beyond that.” With bothhands, he slid Roman’s briefs down over his hips. “Sometimes I like to fill itwith other things. Things that willchallengeyou so I can watch whatthe effort does to the rest of you. But you’re all about endurance, aren’t you,Mr. Walker? You love pushing your body to the limit.” He sank down a bit so hecould push Roman’s briefs the rest of the way down his thighs, then tugged themoff his ankles before rising to savor the sight of Roman’s naked flesh pressedback against his as cold, wet air rushed to embrace their naked skin.

“I do,” Roman said. “I pride myself on being able to push mybody to the limit. But my toy collection’s packed up down in the car. Should I goget it?”

“While the fact that you’re in possession of one is quitepromising, there’s no need at the given time. In my experience, of which I havea great deal, I find that when you can’t rely on size, you can rely onsomething else.”

“What’s that?”

“Temperature,” Ethan whispered into his ear, then gave thelobe a little nip.

He moved back inside and retrieved the ice bucket from theroom’s desk, whisking it around with his wrist a little as he returned, lettingRoman hear the whispering swirl of the melting cubes. Still holding to the railin front of him, Ethan’s gorgeous target looked back over one shoulder andmanaged a simple “Oh.”

After setting the bucket next to him on the balcony floor,Ethan sank to his knees, giving himself a moment to savor the spectacular sightbefore him and the delicious feel of his hunger for it rising in him.

Slowly, he spread the cheeks of Roman Walker’s ass and beganto do what he’d fantasized about doing ever since the man had pranced acrosshis apartment in nothing but his underwear. He started with a single, slow lickright across Roman’s hot core. The response was a sharp intake of breath loudenough to be heard over the pounding rain. Then came the sight Ethan had beenhoping for. Not tension or a recoil. Instead, Roman went swaybacked, chestgetting closer to the rail as he moved his deliciously hairless ass closertoward Ethan’s hungry mouth, a move that said,More, please.

Ethan complied. Long, slow, lingering licks, meant tostimulate as many nerves as he could while also sending the message that he wasutterly at home here, rooted to Roman’s musky crack by primal hunger. The keyto good oral sex, he’d learned long ago, was confidence, the ability to giveyour partner the sense that you felt leisurely at home amidst their most intimatecrevices. And so he made sure to keep his grip on Roman’s cheeks steady andfirm and nuzzled his crack as much as he slathered it. He became so lost in hiswork he sank from his knees to a seated position on the concrete, cock risinginto the cold air. He couldn’t have cared less about the chill and the wetfloor. His world had become Roman’s tastes and smells, the inviting smoothnessof his skin, and the stuttering music of his gasps and moans, audible over thepounding rain.

Slowly, Roman raised one leg off to the side and rested hisheel atop the balcony rail, opening himself further to Ethan’s wet and hungryexploration, cock hard and bobbing slightly.

When Ethan added stroking fingers to his tongue’s work,Roman’s groans gained a note of desperation.

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