Page 27 of Tastes of Him
“Why do you still have clothes on?”
Why indeed?It was a valid question, one that made me move. I drew back, standing up to pull off my own clothing. Rod’s hand reached for me, but I stepped away when I remembered our bags were still by the door. I was unconcerned by my own nudity as I crouched down and searched through my bag, letting out a sound of triumph when I found the tube of lube and box of condoms I had grabbed at our last stop. When I turned around, I was expecting to enjoy the view, but I wasn’t expecting to have my breath stolen.
Rod had flipped over and was lounging back on his elbows, his dick hard and resting on his stomach like a beacon beckoning me forward. “Shit,” I huffed as I let my gaze travel over muscular thighs up to nipples that I knew would harden so nicely in my mouth. His lips were slick and gleaming from where he must have been licking them, and his eyes almost burned with the same need I knew shone from my own.
This time when he held his hand out, I came easily, nearly tripping over my own eagerness. Our bodies melted together as I slotted between his thighs. The heat of his cock as it pressed against mine had me reaching for us both, but Rod beat me to it. He wrapped a large hand around us, drawing a soft moan from my lips.
“You want me to turn over again?”
I shook my head. “I want you just how you are.” My lips tingled with the force of our next kiss, and I knew they were probably puffy and slick. Rod’s thighs parted even more, and I groaned when he let go of himself and grabbed my hand, dragging it below his balls.
“Then have me.”
I didn’t hesitate. The time for teasing had passed long ago, though I did take care to slick his hole. I watched Rod’s face, memorizing each soft gasp and fluttered eyelid. When two fingers became three, I had to steal the soft whine from his mouth, gorging myself on each siren song he let out.
Rod tore his mouth away finally and tilted his hips up. “Enough. Get in me before I come by myself.”
“You better fucking not,” I growled out, spreading my fingers slightly to feel the give of him. “One day, I will make you come on my fingers, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel you come on my dick.”
“Then hurry the fuck up,” he growled back. His free hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled until our foreheads were pressed together. I shifted but didn’t look away as I angled my cock and sank slowly into him.
My eyes wanted to close at the feeling of heat andrightness.Being inside Rod was a goddamn revelation, and taking his parted lips again was like receiving benediction. Pure fucking heat flared in me as I pulled back slightly before sinking inside him again. There were no words to describe the feeling of joining with him. Nothing could be said that would even partially capture how utterly perfect it was.
“Fuck, Sean,” he huffed. His hips weren’t idle, instead pressing up against me as if chasing each stroke. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper until lights burst in front of my eyes. I was losing hold, but I refused to go before him.
“You’re mine.”
The words burst out before I could try to contain them, but instead of fighting, I gave in. Rod’s dick was steel in my palm as I jacked him with the lube left from prepping him. The moment I felt it jerk, I knew I was lost. I pressed deep, wanting to crawl inside of him as wet heat slid over my knuckles.
Hands gripped me tightly, not letting me go as slight tremors ran through us. I let go of his dick only to be swept up in his arms. Lips pressed against my forehead, and my heart thumped with the feeling that I had tried so hard to fight. Playing it cool had never been an option.
Not when I was already so clearly gone.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sean
“Idon’t want to talk about it.”
I ignored Cameran’s pout as I walked around the counter. Being back at work was a bittersweet feeling after having been gone for the past two weeks. It was familiar and yet somehow new, and I didn’t know what to make of it. It had been three days since the last time I saw Rod, though I knew he was alive and well, thanks to the copious number of texts he’d sent throughout the days. I would hate it if the messages weren’t so fucking cute.
“I mean, I don’t want to talk about you boning my brother either, really. But I do want to know when I can start planning your wedding.”
My brain screeched to a halt, and when I reached out, I almost missed the damn door handle. I recovered, but I could tell from Cameran’s smile that she had noticed my fumble. “Oh, fuck off. There isn’t going to be a wedding.”
“I don’t know,” she replied in the sing-song way she knew annoyed the shit out of me. “I seem to remember you telling Rod to put a ring on it, and I know bits and pieces of just how deep into things you two got when on the road.”
I grimaced as I slipped my apron over my head. “I don’t believe that Rod would tell you anything about our sex life.” The satisfaction I felt at seeing her fake-gag helped perk me up slightly.
“Ew, gross. No. He didn’t tell me details because that is disgusting.”
I frowned. “Then what did he tell you?” My curiosity got the better of me.
Cameran smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I stared as she walked back through the door, leaving me in the back room alone.
Despite the texts Rod sent, none of them had talked about our trip, or at least not about our nights. There were plenty of pictures sent by us both, and I knew he had probably sent them to his mom, who would no doubt add them to the large number of family albums she brought out each Christmas. She and my mom passed them around like fucking Pokémon cards whenever they got together. If it weren’t for how cute some of the pictures actually were, I would be embarrassed.
No, with Rod gearing up to start his hours at work, there hadn’t been much time to discuss our trip at all, and that left me wondering if I even wanted to or not. It had been the culmination of years of buildup, but now we were back in the real world.