Harmless(47)

"Come here," Seg insisted.

Roan took a step forward, coming to stand directly in front of Seg.

The man's thumb brushed over his lower lip. "I want to feel your mouth on me. I fucking think about you all the damn time. About how fucking hot you make me, how hard my dick is just from hearing you breathe."

Seg's hand slid into his hair, then urged him down to his knees. Roan reached for the button on Seg's slacks as he lowered himself to the floor, leaning in and kissing the smooth skin directly above Seg's waistband, sliding his tongue along the hard angles of his muscles. He took his time, savoring the taste of his skin as he revealed Seg's thick cock. The man was a force to be reckoned with. While he stroked the velvet-smooth skin covering Seg's shaft, Roan forced Seg's pants down to his ankles before sliding his mouth over the swollen head, wrapping his lips around the crest, teasing with his tongue.

"Damn, I've missed your mouth."

Roan took him to the root, staring up and meeting Seg's eyes. He could see so much desire imprinted on his face. A need that matched what Roan was feeling. He knew they were moving too fast, but he didn't care. Roan knew from experience that one night with Seg wouldn't be enough. Two hadn't come close to dousing the flames that sparked hot and bright inside him. In fact, it only made it more intense, yet Roan didn't care. He wanted to give himself to Seg.

The hand in his hair tightened, shards of pain shooting through his scalp. It made his dick thicken, his body burn hotter. When Seg pulled him toward him, forcing his dick into Roan's mouth, he took all of him again. In. Out. In. Out. Roan let Seg use his mouth, let himself be dominated by the sexy man who had more control over him than anyone ever had.

"So good," Seg growled. "But I'm not done with you yet. Not gonna let you make me come."

Seg's cock slipped from his mouth, and Roan managed to get back to his feet while Seg tugged him up. When he was standing, Seg slammed his body against him, knocking them both to the bed while their mouths united, tongues dueling, teeth clashing. Demanding fingers worked open the button on Roan's jeans, shoving the denim down his hips, all while their tongues explored one another's mouths.

"I'm starting to question whether that finger's really broken or not," Roan teased.

Seg grinned. "The pain is worth it."

Roan moaned as Seg's warmth infused him. He felt him everywhere. On him, in him. It was just as he'd remembered. Intense.

When Seg's hand wrapped around his dick, Roan pulled back, sucking air into his lungs. "Fuck  …  oh, fuck … "

"You like that? Like when I let you fuck my fist?"

"Oh, God … " Roan's eyes rolled to the back of his head, the feeling overwhelming him. Every damn time the man touched him, Roan thought he would go up in flames. It'd been that way the first time they were together and every other time since. Tonight was no different.




 

 

Seg's mouth slid down Roan's chest, then his lips wrapped firmly around the engorged head of his cock, the man's tongue lovingly stroking him. Teasing. Torture.

It was too much, but not enough. Roan wanted everything Seg would give him. Tonight, tomorrow. Forever.

"I don't have the same willpower you do," he warned Seg. "Your fucking mouth drives me crazy."

Roan reached for Seg's head, linking his fingers in the silky blond strands as he held him in place, forcing Seg to take all of him as deep in his mouth as he could.

Of course, Seg overpowered him, letting Roan's dick fall from his lips before draping himself over Roan once more. The weight of him grounded him, his warmth soothing him, calming him.

"Condom," Seg mumbled against his lips.

Roan shifted to the edge of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out an unopened box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Until two weeks ago, he hadn't had any on hand, but for some insane reason, he'd bought them the last time he was at the store. Just in case. He hadn't dreamed that Seg would show up at his door, but now he was grateful he'd had the mind to be prepared.

Roan dumped them on the bed, then reached for Seg again, rolling them both until he was on top. He couldn't seem to get enough of Seg, craving his taste, his touch.

Seg's hands roamed over his back, warm and gentle. A shiver raced down his spine; his dick jerked between them. He pulled away long enough to grab a condom from the box, then rolled it down Seg's erection before reaching for the lube, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Seg's face.

He knew in that moment that this thing between them was more than sex, more than pleasure. Roan wanted this to last forever, even though he didn't believe in forever. He wanted to believe, but he didn't. Long ago, he had learned that people would prove whether they were worthy or not over time. Few people in his life had stuck around.