Page 103 of Roleplay at Randy's
I almost wish it were a grander tale, but no, I did something careless, and I paid the price.
“Riley fought so hard for me to get back to where I could love dance again. I’m incredibly grateful for that, but in every other regard, he wasn’t there. He pulled away. I realized that hiding like that wasn’t enough for me. So, I packed my shit, made plans here in Boston … and I asked Riley to pack up his life and come with me.”
Elias whistles, and I kick my foot at his hip, earning me a low chuckle. “Bold move. That’s a big ask.”
I sigh and rest my head on the back cushion of the couch. “It was, and I knew it wasn’t fair, but part of me wanted to force his hand. If he wouldn’t go with me, maybe he’d ask me to stay.”
Fingers brush my thigh, soothing and gentle. “He didn’t.”
Not a question, because Elias knows I wouldn’t be here if he had.
It’s hard not to feel the remnants of heartbreak in moments like these, where the memories play over in my head like a film reel burned into my retinas. It felt like I’d been begging him to love me the way I loved him, like somewhere along the way we lost each other, and I wanted nothing more than to be found again.
“You found me,” I say, and Elias’ brows dip. “I lost part of myself with Riley. He was the first man I ever loved. But falling in love with you made me realize it wasn’t missing. I didn’t leave it with him. It was buried, hidden, because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
Carefully, I untangle myself from him, and he reads melike an open book. His thighs part just as I fit myself on my knees between them. His hands come to my waist and mine loosely around his neck.
“Afraid that I would fall in love again and forget who I am. Afraid that I’d focus so much on the other person that I stop thinking about what I want and what I need.”
“What do you need?” His words are a warm breath across my heated cheeks, and that thinly wired together self control of mine is one kiss away from snapping.
“I need you to let me try. Let me try to be what you and Calum need. Let me find my place with you. Because here, in your arms, is exactly where I want to be. Believe me when I tell you that even if I stumble, even if I royally fuck up, I will fight tooth and nail to make it right. I might need to take a breath, to step away, but I want this with you, Lee. I want everything with you. Forever."
His breath catches, hands riding up my body to tangle in my hair and pull me down so our lips just barely touch.
“I thought we weren’t making any big promises?”
“Fuck that. Give me forever. Don’t let me run away. Cuff me to the bed if you have to.”
He chuckles. “Kinky.” Those dark eyes gaze up into mine, and our mouths finally come together in a toe tingling kiss that leaves goosebumps in its wake. “I want you too, Matty. If I’ve been unclear about that … I want you in every way imaginable. For as long as I can have you.”
I maneuver my legs to straddle him, holding his face in my hands. “I need you, Lee. Please.” The last memory of him inside my body is a bittersweet one, and I need to replace it with the electricity crackling between us.
My bare chest crashes into his as he pulls me to him, licking straight into my mouth as his fingers dig into my shoulder and scalp. Heat pools heavy in my gut, and I rockmy hips over the outline of his soft cock. He groans into my mouth, gripping my hip and thrusting me down harder as he starts to fill out.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.”
I trail my lips down his neck and smile into his skin. “You miss fucking me, you mean.”
Another groan as he swivels my hips, dragging my dick over his tip and making me gasp. “I miss making you come.”
Fuck it. I can’t wait for us to find condoms and lube; I don’t plan to let either of us move from this damn couch. I need himnow.
Using his shoulder as leverage, I shove my boxers down, reach for his, and pull his dick through the slit.
“You can fuck me tomorrow.”
I spit into my hand and rub it over the head of his dick, and then do the same to my own, rising onto my knees again. His cock is hot and smooth against my palm as I pump him firm and slow, rolling my hips to slide my dick over his tip.
“Oh.” Elias’ head drops back, and I find a rhythm. Our dicks rubbing together, teasing him with my hole before traveling back. Grinding down when I find that spot that sends sparks shooting up my groin.
Eventually, Elias takes over holding his own dick in place for me to grind on. My fingers dig into his shoulders, hips chasing the friction of his skin on mine, of his dick barreling me toward a swift release.
“Fuck, Matty. You feel so good. That’s it, take what you need from me, Princess.”
Oh, how I’ve missed being his Princess.
