Page 87 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“Roman,” I rasp as I push in deeper, my eyes squeezed shut from the sheer intensity of it. “Are you okay?”
Zeke and Addie’s soft moans begin to fade into the background.
“I can stop,” I whisper, my hips barely moving, just enough for him to feel me. “I swear to you, Roman, I’d rather never use my dick again than do this without you being fully with me.”
“I’ve never been more with you. Keep going, you feel… Jesus, it’s different, but it’s you, and I need you to keep going.”
I press my forehead to his, both of us breathless, my heart jackhammering against his chest. He lifts his legs a little more, giving me that last inch of space, and I ease in until I bottom out inside him.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “When you’re ready, I’ll move, okay?” He nods, and the second his lust-drunk eyes meet mine, everything else falls away.
I start to thrust, slow at first, barely rocking back before rolling my hips forward again. I keep it easy, fighting every urge to rush because I want him to feel every second of this.
Little by little, I feel his body gradually unfurl as he trusts the stretch and opens for me.
“Look at them, Addie,” Zeke murmurs from beside us, but I don’t even blink.
I can’t tear my eyes from Roman—not when he’s giving himself to me like this, and not when it feels this fucking good. It’s too much and somehow still not enough. It’s better than anything I ever let myself dream about.
“Feel good?” I groan, but I’m not even sure I get the words out right. I’m dick-deep and ready to sell my soul to the nearest demonif it means Roman keeps gripping me like this and losing himself in the way I fuck him.
“So good. You can give me more.” I slide my hand up his chest, and crash my mouth to his. I want to crawl deeper. I want to fuck him so full of me he never forgets what this feels like.
I start to move harder, my lips still brushing his, never letting go of that point of contact. “I love you,” I choke out, the words burning against his lips. My chest is flush with his, our hearts beating wild between us, and I need him to feel what he does to me.
“I love you too. I’m sorry I made you wait.”
“Baby, no,” I whisper. “You were worth every second I spent aching to have you like this.”
I kiss him, open-mouthed and hungry, my tongue sliding against his, desperate to taste his release before it even happens.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I whisper, lightly dragging my teeth along his jaw. “My perfect boy.” His hand slips between us, and I feel his knuckles brush against my stomach as he strokes himself. “You gonna come for me, baby? I want to feel it. I want every second of your pleasure to belong to me… Say it. Tell me it’s mine.”
“Fuck, Jasper… It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“Give it to me, Rome.” He spills with a shudder, and I stay right there with him, watching the man I love fall apart for me.
When I know I’ve wrung the last of his pleasure out of him, I dip down and lick him clean before letting his cock slip into my mouth. I hold him there, breathing around him, my tongue cradling him while I try to catch my breath and keep myself together.
Just having him still swollen, still pulsing against my tongue… yeah, I’m here for that.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to let go.
I just want to stay here in this exact moment.
A little wrecked.
A lot in love.
And utterly his.
His hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp, and when I finally release him, I keep teasing him with soft, shallow thrusts.
I lift my gaze to Zeke and Addie. Zeke’s watching us with eyes full of fire and devotion, while Addie’s barely breathing. She’s holding herself still, as if she moves too fast she might miss the magic surrounding us.
“Ride him, Addie,” Roman growls, holding his hand out to her. “Get yourself off on his cock.”
