Page 35 of Tastes of Him

Rod raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Does that mean I have to wait until after we’re married to act like honeymooners and take you to bed?”

I jumped up from the couch and pulled on his arms to get him to stand as well. Our laughter was magical, and I felt lighter than I had in years. “Absolutely not. In fact, I think we need to do a lot of practicing to make sure we are one hundred percent sexually compatible before and after the wedding.”

“I was pretty sure our trek across the country proved just how sexually compatible we are.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So, you don’t want to have sex with me right now?”

He pulled me to him before wrapping his arms around my waist. “I didn’t say all that.” The grin on his face was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against mine.

I would never get enough of this feeling. Rod’s arms were strong, his grip tight enough that I would have to struggle to get out of his hold. The best part was that I wouldn’t. In his arms was exactly where I wanted to be. The scratch of his cheeks against the pads of my fingers was perfect, and I licked into him, chasing the flavor I was now addicted to.

The couch was at my back before I realized we had moved. I let my legs fall open, enjoying the heavy weight of him as Rod fell between them. Rumbles of pleasure were exchanged back and forth as our hands pushed and pulled until not even air was between us. The heat between us as our bare skin met was enough to have me gasping out into the room.

“Bed,” I panted, biting my lip when I felt the hint of teeth at my neck. I felt my dick jump against Rod’s, and damn if I didn’t feel an answering twitch. He shook his head, sucking kisses up the column of my throat before taking my lips again.

I dug my fingers into his back when I felt him shift. When his hand took hold of us both, the moan I let out would have embarrassed the hell out of me if it hadn’t felt so fucking good.

“Here’s fine,” he hissed before licking deeply again until I knew I would be able to feel him even in my sleep.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my breath hitching as the head of his dick pressed against the bottom of mine. “I’m not paying for clean-up if I come all over your couch.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

I scratched my blunt nails up the skin of his back and smiled sharply at his deep whine. Rod’s eyes were lidded, but his gaze was pure heat. His lips were shiny with our spit, and I bit the bottom one in retaliation for his words. Instead of moving away, his eyes fluttered closed, and I felt his dick jerk again.

“Now who’s being a brat?” I asked, taking the chance to tilt his head up so I could kiss down his jaw.

He snorted but lifted his head. “Still you.”

“You love it.”

“I so fucking do.”

It was that easy response, so full of promise that had me biting down, wanting to imprint myself on his skin. Rod’s soft“fuck”in my ear was the sweetest song. I caught his eyes and spit into my palm before worming my hand between us. I wrapped my hand around us both, shivering when I brushed the head of my dick.

There were no more words needed as we pressed against one another. The couch creaked as our hips moved in tandem. I whispered heated words in Rod’s ear, enjoying the way he shifted against me. Time had no meaning as we ebbed and flowed together until I felt his breathing stutter and wet heat covered my hand. The air between us was thick with musk, and I moaned softly as I let go of his dick. There was something satisfying about gripping myself with the slick mess of his cum still dripping between my fingers.

“Damnit,” he said, huffing out a soft laugh. “Wanted you to come first.”

“Not my fault I get you hot enough to pop off like you aren’t an old man.”

The hand that encircled me then had me groaning as I turned and pressed my head against the cushions of the couch. I closed my eyes when Rod moved then. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when the same mouth that had always driven me to distraction slipped over the head of my dick, but all thoughts fled when I let the temptation of his tongue drag me over the edge.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Roderick

Iopened my eyes, squinting at the harsh rays of sun that slotted in from the window. Closing the blinds hadn’t been on my mind last night as the moonlight painted shadows across Sean’s body. I had been preoccupied with sipping them from his skin until neither one of us could do anything but collapse together beneath the sheets. My arms tightened instinctively, and I reveled in being able to wake to this.

This is bliss.

The stress from the past few weeks melted away when I realized that I got to have this. Everything, all the waiting and fucking pining, had been worth it if the outcome was Sean in my arms and in my life every day. I breathed in deep, burying my nose into the back of his neck and inhaling the scent of both of us. The answering shiver made me smile, and I pressed against his skin.

“It is too fucking early for you to be waking me up.”

I snorted. “Don’t you have work today?”

Sean reached back and scratched at my cheek, making me curl closer to get more of that feeling. “I don’t go in until noon.”