Page 70 of Sapphire Storm

The balcony light streaming in through the open doorrevealed a hard and hungry glint in his hazel eyes. “It’s not teasing if youwant it. So stop fighting andtakeit.”

There was a brief moment of resistance, and then Romanyielded and gave way and Ethan was sliding into him.

“Oh,” Roman cooed as Ethan began to rock and slide. “Oh,wow… It bends up and it…hits. Wow.”

Ethan answered by gradually increasing the tempo of histhrusts.

“If you keep… I mean, what you’re doing… That’s not… I won’tlast long, Ethan.”

“Good.”

“But what about—”

Ethan grabbed Roman’s chin in one hand and squeezed. “Shutyour goddamn mouth so I can fuck the cum out of you.”

As Ethan’s thrusts found a steady, determined rhythm, Romanwent silent, lips pursing, eyes turning to slits, pleasure-filled moansgurgling in his throat. His nostrils flared as he struggled for breath.

All the while, Ethan pistoned. Determined, focused, reachingfor the bottle of lube as Roman’s groans grew more frenzied, he slathered someon Roman’s cock and stroked in time to the fuck. It was working perfectly, hissignature rhythm. Jackhammer thrusts resulted in peaks and valleys that forceda top to take a breath right at the moment their bottom might explode. Instead,Ethan fucked slow and steady and without missing a single beat—a marathon ofpleasure meant to push his bottom inch by inch by inch toward the edge of bliss.And with Roman, it was working.

“Mine,” Ethan said, and his own lust was eroding theconfidence with which he’d spoken earlier. “This ass is mine now, Roman. Youknow what that means?”

“It means you’re going to make me come.”

“It means the next time you shake it at me, I’ll shove youup against the wall and take it. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care whatyou’re wearing.”

The telltale grip and spasm, the sudden electricsilence—Ethan knew it was coming.

Roman’s beautiful eyes shot open, pleasure blasting away theveils between Ethan’s and Roman’s souls. The wail that came from him soundedalmost pleading. Astonished. Roman sounded astonished to be jetting cum whileEthan stroked him confidently, sliding in and out without missing a singlesecond. His eruption was as strong and healthy and vibrant as the rest of him,and in an instant Ethan’s hand was slick.

“Are you close?” Roman asked once he’d emptied.

“I was close as soon as I tasted you.”

“Mark me.” Roman sounded dazed. He brought one hand to hisown right nipple, tugged it slightly, then did the same to his left.

Holy shit,Ethan thought. He pulled out, shed thecondom, and used Roman’s cum to slick his own cock even further. The mansqueezed his legs together so Ethan could rest his knees on the mattress oneither side of his waist. Gazing down at his eyes, Ethan stroked. The closer hedrew to bliss, the more he sank back onto his haunches, aiming for the targetRoman had identified.

“Mark me,” Roman whispered again. “Mark me,Daddy.”

It was as if Roman had reached inside of him and pressed abutton.

Erupting, Ethan lost sense of up and down—the single filthyfinal word, and all of its taboo complexities, tearing through him from hisfeet to his scalp, leaving only shimmering heat in its wake.

For a few seconds, he thought he might have ended up on thecarpet. But when he managed to catch his breath, he found himself staring downat Roman, who was beaming at the icing of cum Ethan had given his bare chest.

Slowly, Roman slid his fingers through the seed covering hisright nipple, then, hazel eyes twinkling as he stared up at Ethan, he brought adollop of it to his mouth and sucked it off his fingertip, just like he’d donethe cake icing in the penthouse suite. The debauched little display sent ashudder of pleasure through Ethan at the very moment he thought he’d beenemptied of all bliss. Then he was melting onto Roman’s hard body. When they kissed,Ethan suckled the man’s lips briefly in search of his own taste. There wasnone, and that meant Roman had swallowed him entirely.

And then there was only the sound of the rain, loud enoughto drown out the sound of their gasping breaths.

“You were right,” Roman finally said between gasps. “I’mglad we waited.”

Once he’d caught his breath, Ethan lifted his face from thesheets next to Roman’s shoulder and gazed into the man’s eyes. “How did youknow that would do me in?”

“What? Daddy?”

Ethan nodded.

Roman grinned. “I could tell last night when you gave methat lecture about kinks. The one about how guys who want to be called Daddyaren’t into incest. It’s about trust. There was a light in your eyes when yousaid it, and I was like, that’s totally him. But I knew you’d probably never askfor it given our…complicated history, so I wanted to give it to you.” Romanreached up with one hand and brushed Ethan’s sweat-matted hair off hisforehead. “Just like I want to give you everything else.”

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