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I come completely undone as my world explodes—come shooting from my cock hits my chest, my chin, and even my eyebrow. But I don’t move, I can't. I am boneless, utterly wrecked from my orgasm. I only whimper when Roan gently withdraws his fingers from me, leaving me hollow and sated.
The glint in his heavy-lidded eyes is feral as he climbs over me, straddles me, thick, heavily veined cock in his hand. He jerks himself with almost punishing ferocity, his hips arching into his hand as he moves. His eyes flicker all over my body, lingering on the patches of come already decorating my body.
My fingers find their way to the sexy patterns inked over his thighs, trailing over the geometric shapes and petals, to the crease of his ass cheeks. I dig my fingers in there, cupping his ass, moulding the meaty globes in my hands as they flex with his thrusts.
His eyes fall closed when he licks his lips, as if he can taste me still and cannot get enough of it, his head dropping back in pleasure. Watching him over me, fisting his leaking cock, bringing himself to the brink overme, has my cock stirring beneath where he’s straddling me. He looks like a god.
“That’s it, give it to me,Boss Daddy.” The teasing, seductive huskiness to my voice surprises me, almost as much as my ability to talk coherently at all. His head snaps back, his eyes locked on my face once again. The pure lust on his face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Capturing my lip between my teeth, I nod, affirming my lustful demand, my hands stroking his fevered skin wherever they can reach.
It’s enough for Roan, too much even. An absolutely wild groan, pained and hoarse, rips from him, and I see his cock jump in his hold. I can see the swelling of the base only moments before the first rope of come jets from the flared, red head of his cock. More spurts land on me, decorating my skin, mixing with my release,as he milks his cock over and over, rending every last drop of pleasure from himself.
At last it’s too much, and he drops down on top of me, rolling to one side to stop from crushing me completely but still with one thick thigh resting across my softening cock and his arm pinning my chest. He draws absent-minded patterns across me with our cum, swirling it together over my skin, while we both recover our breath.
When his head burrows into my neck to press hot, biting kisses at the sensitive tendons there, I turn my head to kiss at the base of his horn, wriggling restlessly against him. “We’re going to be late.”
He just grunts. “How can you know that? Don’t even know what the time is. We could have all the time in the world to do all kinds of things.”
He kisses his way across my collarbone and neck, shifting his body over mine.
“Fun things. Like I could lick this all off you and we could do it all over again.”
My hips arch up to grind into his stomach, but then I stop, grabbing both of his horns at the base, which, admittedly, is not the best thing to do if I want him to quit what he’s doing, but whatever. I tug hard to pull him up so his face hovers over mine.
“As amazing as that sounds, and I really wanna come back to that later, I have an appointment at one. And we have to go furniture shopping. And meet up with Seldon. So, why don’t we continue this in the shower at least?”
Seeing Roan, the perpetual adult, grumpy and pouty always makes my heart skip a little beat.
“Fine. If we have to.”
He slides off me and out of the bed, and I linger a moment to admire the way his ass flexes as he walks to the bathroom. Hestops at the doorway, looking back at me, waiting for me. “But you’re making it up to me later.”
Definitely not going to argue with that.
***
The sun is glorious on my skin as I step out of Dr Brordieu’s office onto the busy sidewalk. A cyclist almost takes me out immediately, riding by way too fast on the footpath. But after righting myself and flinging them the finger whentheyabuseme,my good mood returns.
If said cyclist also happened to ride straight into a bin at their high speed, sending them flying, just as I was thinking about them having an accident, well, that is just a coincidence isn’t it? For a brief moment I consider joining the beings rushing to assist him but think better of it, turning on my heel to walk in the opposite direction, hands stuffed in my pockets. I take a deep breath, letting the comforting sea air of Twin Heads fill my lungs, and continue down the street.
The doctor's office isn’t too far from the hotel Roan and I had rented for the night. He booked us a nice, mid-rate room at the chain hotel on the main strip by the beach. I then called and upgraded our booking to one of their more luxurious suites on the upper levels with a balcony and a very pretty view of the sea.
When we checked in and had been given our room key, Roan was a teeny, tiny bit upset with my change in plans. I just told him to be grateful I had some self-restraint and hadn’t booked us into the penthouse with the private rooftop spa. He was kind of disappointed after that.
The sunset will be perfect, so we arranged for Seff and Seldon to meet up with us here at the hotel for some drinks and snacks before we head out tonight. Seldon promised to help me get dressed for our night out, and I don’t know whether to be excitedfor the opportunity or nervous about the wicked gleam in his eye when he’d made the promise.
The mutterings about glitter andchain maildidn’t really help my misgivings.
But until they were set to turn up this evening, we had other things to do.
Shopping things.
Shopping had never really been something I cared about before—it had always been a chore really, but now I've found that I love it. Maybe it’s because I know myself better now? Either way, it’s time for an iced beverage and to find wherever Roan is lurking on these streets. He went to visit his parents while I was at my appointment but promised to be waiting for me afterwards. I just have to find him. There was a small awkward moment where he invited me to actually come with him to go see his parents but that had been a little too much for me just yet, while everything between us was still this big nebulous, nameless thing.
Plus, I don’t exactly have a great running history with parents.
It takes me a little too long to find him—not that I start to panic or stress that I really need to get a replacement phone to avoid these kinds of things. Nope. Not at all.
Eventually, I find him stretched out, legs lazily crossed at the ankles, showing off his tattoos in his shorts, hands casually clasped in his lap, head tipped back to enjoy the sun on his face on a park bench, patiently waiting for me, completely oblivious to the humans and beings hurrying past him.
