Page 23 of Tastes of Him

My tongue pressed against the design, and I savored the slight saltiness of Rod’s skin. Hands once again gripped at me, one digging into the muscles of my back and the other curling around the back of my neck. I took that as encouragement as I let my lips wander down to his nipple. The rumble of sound that met me when I took that dark nub between my lips made something delicious curl inside of me, and I bit down softly.

“Jesus,” Rod huffed harshly before the hand at my neck forced my head up, and my lips were taken roughly.

My gasp morphed into a moan when Rod’s tongue thrust forward, taking residence in my mouth. The tip of it traced the sensitive roof of my mouth, and I gripped at him when I felt myself falling back. I landed on the bed with Rod bearing his weight down on my bare chest. Our nipples brushed together, setting off twin moans, and I lifted my leg to wrap it around his waist.

“Take off your pants, goddamnit,” I groaned as I pulled at his jeans. Rod moved away enough to push them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. Suddenly I was struck with the knowledge that this was happening. That was Rod’s dick, and I wanted it in my fucking mouth now.

In a move I didn’t think I would ever be able to replicate, I flipped us so he was on his back with me straddling his thighs. My cock was poking out of the slit of my boxers, but I didn’t give a fuck. I had a single-minded desire to know what he tasted like, and I would not be satisfied until I had imprinted the flavor of him in my mind. My lips painted a heated trail over his chest. I enjoyed the twitch of his stomach as he tried to flex, and I smiled up at him. The softness of his stomach over the hardness that was still muscle was tempting, and I sucked a kiss above his belly button.

“Damnit, Sean. Stop teasing me.” Rod’s voice was soft, and if hard-pressed, I would say it sounded like he was whining. I bit softly at the skin of his hip in retaliation for rushing me before wrapping my hand around his dick.

I loved this—having a man in the palm of my hand, literally. I watched his face, wanting to see his expression as I lowered my mouth to him. The head of his dick was a shade paler than his shaft and shiny with precum. Even after having eaten, I felt ravenous with the need to swallow him down until all I could feel was the weight of him against my tongue.

“Fuck.” The word burst out from his chest as I watched his eyes flutter shut. Rod propped himself up on one elbow before reaching his other hand down to brush against my cheek. I smirked and leaned in further, letting him feel the outline of his tip against my skin. Fingers traced my cheek before his thumb brushed against where my lips stretched to accommodate his dick.

“You don’t know how many times I dreamed about this.”

I pulled back, letting him slide slowly from my lips. “Oh? You dreamed about me sucking your dick?” His nod filled me with heat. “What else did you dream about?”

“Everything.”

I pumped my hand over him, not letting go now that the prize was mine. “Come on. I want to hear more than that.” I had never been one for dirty talk, but Rod’s voice was enough to melt the paint off a wall, and I wanted to hear every dirty thing he had ever thought. “Make it good for me.”

Eyes gone black with arousal locked in on me, and I shuddered at the heat that simmered between us. “You want to hear my fantasies? You want to hear about how often I thought about your mouth painted slick with my cum?” Rod’s fingers brushed over my lips, and I sucked one in, enjoying the way it rubbed against my inner cheek.

“You want to hear how badly I wanted to bury my face between your thighs until all I could taste and smell was you?” His tone went guttural, and I felt more than heard his words. “Or should I tell you about how I sometimes wake up with the phantom stretch of your dick inside of me?”

Fuck. He was right. Nothing about Rod was mediocre.

“You want me to fuck you?” I asked before licking a stripe up his cock. It jumped in my hand, and I tightened my grip slightly. “I would have thought for sure you wanted to fuck me.”

“We’ll do that too,” he promised hotly. “We’ll do everything if you just get up here.” Rod dropped back on the bed as he reached his other hand down, gesturing for me. I was helpless to do anything but comply, but I didn’t let go of him as I shifted.

Rod turned until we were both on our sides. I bit my lips when his hand slipped beneath the band of my boxers and gripped me firmly. I helped him push my boxers over my legs until we were both bare. Our dicks brushed against one another, and I pushed my hips, making sure they rubbed together deliberately this time.

Our kisses turned sloppy and slicker than before as we both focused on the press of our bodies. Rod’s hand wrapped around both of us, and I shuddered at the hot brand of his dick pressing against mine. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed just being with someone like this. Most of my encounters had led to someone being penetrated as soon as the person was relaxed. Now, I didn’t feel in any rush. I wanted to come, but this was enough. It was more than enough when I felt my cock jump.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I hissed, biting down on Rod’s lower lip. His breath stuttered before he nodded.

“Me too. Fuck, me too.”

Rod’s hand was the perfect tunnel to fuck in and out of, and I rolled us over until I was spread across his chest. I lifted up slightly on my knees and looked down between our bodies in time to see the head of his dick press against the underside of mine. With a moan, I let myself go, spurting hotly over his cock and dripping down over his fingers. Seeing his skin painted with my cum was enough to move me, and before I could second-guess things, I shimmied down his body and sucked the head of his dick back into my wanting mouth.

The taste of my own cum on his skin had me groaning, and Rod echoed the sound as I worked him over. I pulled away enough to flick my tongue underneath the head of his dick and was rewarded with another loud groan before I felt heat pour into my mouth. He was musky and a bit like sea salt, but I didn’t pull away until I felt him jerk with oversensitivity.

I licked my lips and looked up at his dazed expression. My smile was wide as I thought about all of the ways I was going to enjoy him over the next two days.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Roderick

“Fuck.”

The word burst out of me as I pressed Sean down against the bed. His laughter was open and beautiful as he let himself be pushed down. His eyes sparkled with heat and cheer, and I was helpless to do anything but kiss the smile onto my own face before I did something ridiculous like tell him I loved him.

After spending a night trying to actually sleep, I attempted to get us to breakfast. It had only taken two glimpses of Sean’s tongue as he licked jam from his fingers before I knew breakfast was a wash and dragged him back up to the room. Thankfully, we hadn’t run into anyone as we both stumbled back, but it had been a near thing. I wasn’t trying to give the owners a show in case they had cameras, but it had been too tempting to press Sean against the wall and taste that same sweetness from his lips.

“You are the worst,” I groaned, pressing biting kisses against his throat just to hear him moan. “Couldn’t even let us finish breakfast. Fucking brat.”