Page 72 of Roleplay at Randy's
When we get there,the house is quiet. Peering into the living room from the entryway shows it dark and empty, and it’s possible Miya had to sleep in Cal’s room to get him to settle.
With the coast clear, I turn and reach for Matty, softening the thud of his back hitting the front door as I capture his mouth with mine. Our hands explore above our clothes, grasping and clawing as if we need to be sure the other knows our intentions. Matty raises his leg and hooks it over my hip, and I take the time to feel along his thigh, squeezing his ass once, and then reeling my touch inward.
His lips part, and I suck his tongue between my teeth to quiet the mewl as I put pressure on the base of his packer.
“This is hot,” I tell him, giving it a few strokes before letting my hand wander back to his ass. “But I want your cock.”
His eyes are pits of absolute lust, and he nips at my lip hard enough to form a bruise. “Get me to the room, and you can have whatever you want.”
“And if I want to fuck you until the sun comes up?”
A smile made of dirty promises lights up the excitement in his eyes. “Cute you thought I’d let you stop.”
Out of patience and in serious risk of getting naked in the entryway, I scoop him up by his ass—his other leg coming around my hip and arms locking around my neck—and carry him to the room we share.
The room we’re about to defile.
I barely get the door shut before he’s trying to slide down my body, but I put a stop to that with a quick swat to his ass. He moans, buries his face in my neck, and wiggles his hips like he’s seeking friction.
“Don’t even think about it,” I whisper, licking a stripe down his neck. “It’s my turn to get what I want.”
He chuckles breathlessly, tilting his head to give me room. “Right, because you didn’t enjoy the blowjob or anything.”
The smile on my face is too damn big; I try to tamper it down by kissing his skin, but the joy comes out as a laugh that makes my shoulders shake.
“Oh, sweetheart.” I lean back and kiss his equally happy grin. “That was amazing, but right now, all I want is to make you feel good.”
A huff of air hits my face followed by the soft tickle of Matty’s hands in the ends of my hair. “You do make me feel good, Lee. All the damn time.”
The words are spoken lightly, but the confession lies heavy between us. The beating in my chest thunders a frantic rhythm, whispering oaths I dare not say out loud.
We aren’t promising each other forever, only right now.
Securing my hold on him, I walk us a few steps to the bed, brush a kiss to his lips, and drop him onto the mattress.
He lets out a surprised squeak and throws a hand over his mouth, fixing me with a glare. Before he can scramble up, I slide down to my knees at the edge of the bed and press a firm hand to his chest.
“Be a good boy and let me play with you.”
Even in the low light of the room, lit only by the attached bathroom door hanging slightly ajar, the dusting of pink on Matty’s cheeks stands out in contrast to the dark hair framing his face.
He blows out a harsh breath and drops flat to the bed, but I don’t miss the way he tenses and fists the sheet. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say Matty is used to being active in bed, to giving and giving and getting only the bare minimum in return.
Not with me. I’ll take as much as he offers, but I’ll also give it back tenfold, because nothing brings me more joy than seeing the person I’m with writhing in the pleasure I cause them.
So, even though he squirms and sighs like he has better things to do—we both know he doesn’t—I take my time getting him undressed. We left our shoes and coats in the entryway, so I focus on his pants. Rascal—who has a similar build to Matty only taller—apparently loaned him a pair of leggings so he didn’t have to wrestle back into his jeans, and I’m thankful because of how easily they slide off his legs.
His boxer briefs are tight and form fitting, a dark red, and they’re filled out by the silicone dick I hadn’t eventhoughtabout him having. Being amazed by that is going to have to wait, though, because I have a long overdue promise to fulfill.
“You mind if we take these off, Princess?”
Matty props himself up on his elbows, bottom lip mashed between his teeth and nods, lifting his hips to yank them off his ass and toss them into the corner with an unnaturally heavy thunk.
“You can play with my toys later; mouth on my cock, please.”
My bossy little princess.
I grab his thighs and pull his ass to the edge, and with his eyes locked on mine, I push them open to bare all of him to me. His breath seesaws in and out of his chest, and the muscles in his jaw are clenched tight.
