Page 24 of Unexpected Company
Holy shit, he could totally throw me around like a sack of potatoes!
I shiver, the cool air hitting my skin, missing the warmth of the water.
“Come here,” he says once he’s climbed out. He dries me with a towel, then slides my arms through the sleeves of his flannel shirt. It’s soft against my skin, comes down to my thighs, and smells just like him. I love it and have no intention of ever giving it back.
Chapter ten
Garrett
Roman, in a jockstrap, is an incredible sight, but Roman, in that thin fabric and my shirt? That is something I want to store in my memory forever.
With his hand in mine, I lead him into the bedroom. The heating is on, the bed made and the side lamp casting a soft glow over the room.
Guiding Roman to the mirror, I lift his hands and place them against the glass.
“Keep them there,” I whisper, then press my lips to the back of his neck, watching as goosebumps break out over his skin. “Eyes on me while I look at you.”
Roman’s eyes lock onto mine in the mirror. His skin is flushed a dusty shade of pink and he’s chewing his bottom lip, his eyes dark, the brown swallowed up by the depth of his desire.
With eager hands, I reach around him and under my open shirt, silently mapping out his figure, running my fingertips over his taut stomach, up to his chest, around his pert nipples and along his neck.
He whimpers when I add my mouth, sucking at his earlobe while my hands explore the planes of his body. His cock is straining against his jock, but I ignore it, murmuring words of praise into his ear as I trail my fingertips along the waistband of the fabric.
“So beautiful,” I say, tracking every miniscule movement on his face – from the twitch of his lips to the way his eyes flutter closed before snapping open again.
“Garrett,” he groans, wiggling, trying to encourage my hands lower. “Please touch me. I need…fuck…please.”
Taking hold of the sides of his jock, I slide it down, his hard cock popping free. It’s long and slender, cut and with a bead of pre-cum pearling on the tip. With one hand gripping Roman’s hip tightly, I circle his shaft with the other. He sucks in a breath, his eyes closing and his head lolling back as his hands slip on the mirror.
“Look at me, sweet thing,” I command, slowly gliding my hand up and down in slow, torturous movements.
The difference between us is striking. His body is hairless, where mine is not. His stomach is flat and smooth, where mine is round and soft. He’s shorter than me by at least half a foot, making my six-foot frame seem huge behind him.
Fuck me, we look unbelievably good together.
Increasing the pressure of my hold on his cock, I twist my hand on each upstroke, delighting in the way he whimpers and thrusts his hips, chasing his release.
He’s panting, his eyes fixed on mine, his mouth parted in a soft o.
“That feel good?”
Roman moans, nodding his head, spreading his legs wider. My own cock presses heavily against the damp fabric of my boxers and I ache to touch myself, or better yet, to feel some part of him against me.
“Wait...” he cries, his chest heaving as he releases his hands from the mirror and brushes his fingers over my wrist. I stop immediately and Roman spins around, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Everything okay?” I ask, loosening my hold on him.
“Yeah,” he breathes out. “Everything is perfect, but I don’t want to come like that.”
Roman leans forward and rubs his face along the hair on my chest, breathing in the scent of my skin, before licking a stripe across one nipple and then the other. It’s my turn to groan.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice raw as he continues to kiss and nibble at my skin. He plants open-mouthed kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear.
“On the bed,” he demands, guiding me with his hands on my chest until the backs of my knees hit the mattress and I sit on the edge, my feet planted on the hardwood floor.
While in past relationships, I’ve usually been the one to lead in the bedroom, I am not opposed to being the one to submit, just as I wouldn’t be opposed to feeling him inside me if that’s what he wanted. All I desire is to wring every bit of pleasure out of his sinfully gorgeous body.
Roman straddles my waist, much like he did in the hot tub, then slants his lips over mine and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His movements are hot and ferocious and I grip the round globes of his ass as he controls the dance of our mouths, kissing and nipping and licking until my head is spinning and my heart racing.
