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A satisfied grumble vibrates from deep within his chest when he feels just how hard I am for him, and he takes full advantage of the way my cock is leaking for him, scooping up the pre-cum dripping from the over-sensitive head to jerk me.
One finger breaches my softened rim, and I almost explode right there, but he only chuckles devilishly and squeezes the tip of my dick between his forefinger and thumb, forcing back the overwhelming rush.
“So tight, sohot. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He fucks me with one finger for what feels like eternity, until he finds my prostate, stroking it relentlessly.
I am powerless to do anything but take it, my legs trembling in their attempts to ride his filthy hands. When I finally find a rhythm, the brush of his beard where it is pressed against my ass tickles as he turns his head, sinking his teeth into the flesh there. The pain stings, but the flood of pleasure overwhelms the burn, especially as he slides another finger in to stretch me.
He continues to tease me mercilessly, stretching me, stroking me, licking, biting, taking me to the very edge and bringing me until I am a quivering, broken mess, begging and pleading, for what I don’t even know anymore.
“Are you ready, brat? Did you like teasing all those men tonight? Having them watch you? Want you? Touch you?” His voice gravelly, deeper, harsher, he looms over me now, crouched over me where I hang, breath tickling my neck where his nose trails around the sensitive outer shell of my ear, he is everywhere, those tendrils of his magic brushing over my fevered skin continuing his torment.
His cock is like a steel rod in his pants, and I am vaguely aware that he is still dressed behind me, the fabric of his clothes, the leather of his harness, and the scratchy top I have managed to keep on, rough against my skin. A tug of his hand in my curls brings me back to the moment.
“Yes!” I manage to choke the word out, and I don’t recognise my voice. That breathy, wanton voice isn’t mine. It's Roan’s. Only he can draw it out of me. The way he owns my body with his touch.
“That’s right. You fucking loved it.”
His lips are hot against my neck, pressing fierce kisses there. “But you’re mine, aren’t you, brat? All mine.”
“Only yours, Roan. Only ever yours.Please, Roan.”
The snarl that tears from him is the single hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my existence. He must use his magic, or I am officially delirious from needing his cock, because one momentwe are standing and he is still fully clothed, and the next he is naked and we are on the lounger, me astride his waist. He grapples to rip my top from me while he devours my mouth, his tongue fucking me like I’m dying for his cock to.
He grunts when I try to sit up to actually get the flimsy crop top over my head, and he solves the dilemma by just ripping it off me instead. I smile against his lips, kissing him back harder, and shuffle my body down, sliding my ass over his cock.
He has to hunch uncomfortably because of the height difference but it makes his abs pop to do so, so I trace my hands lovingly over the smooth bumps of his muscles and the ridges of raised veins under his skin. I can feel the power pulsing through him, the fragile tether of restraint in his magic. It crackles under my touch.
Our ridiculous need for oxygen finally forces us apart. I delve one hand further between us, gripping our dicks together, stroking them as one. The veiny ridges lacing his cock feel divine against me, my head dropping back, eyes squeezed tight in pleasure as I hump into my hand. Roan’s hands grip my hips, urging me on, heels digging into the cushion of the lounger to thrust up with me.
“Lube?” There is plenty of pre-cum between us, and he’d stretched me with his fingers and mouth, but Roan is still girthier than I’ve ever had, and it’s been a while.
The harsh, predatory look fades for just a moment as he tries to register what I’m asking, but then he pulls it together, using his magic to drag his jeans closer so he can snap them up. His movements are so jerky and rushed as he digs in the pockets to retrieve his wallet and the lube, the giddy urge to laugh bubbles up inside me, spilling over so my laugh reverberates through the warm night air.
“What’s so funny, brat?” He flicks the lube packet towards me, and it rebounds off my chest to land on his belly, but I ignore it, capturing his frowning face in my hands and leaning forward.
This is the moment. I’d avoided it all day, the talk, saying the words, naming what it was between us. Before I can second guess the impulse, I brush my nose over his cheeks, letting my joy, the deep satisfaction of this precise moment fill me, the rush and urgency gone, just this perfect, magical and stupidly mundane moment between us.
I want to bottle it, preserve it, hoard and guard it. Roan’s brows are furrowed, deep creases between them as his intensely dark eyes track every movement. Holding his gaze and his jaw between my hands, I drop all the masks and pretences, everything guarding how I feel about this man, and what he means to me. I watch the emotions play over his face, the confusion, the shock and finally the wonder. And then I see it, there, the unspoken words and promises.
Before I can say anything, his strong hands pull me down, crushing me to his chest, his lips find mine in a kiss full of sensual heat. His tongue slides against mine, and I whimper softly, tugging on his beard, trying to get closer. It doesn’t take long for hands to begin to wander again, for the kiss to shift, from soft and slow to hot and urgent, the embers of our earlier frantic wanting smouldering back to life.
I fumble between our bellies to find the lube, and in my haste to tear it open, I manage to spill more than a little. I curse as I scoop it up, shimmying back along Roan’s stomach and hips to settle on his thighs. Through half-closed eyes, he watches, every muscle locked in anticipation, hands gripping the frame of the recliner above his head, as I slick his straining, vein-covered cock with my lube covered hand.
A harsh hiss erupts from him when I trace over the sensitive V under the flared head, his hips thrusting on reflex. I watch,fascinated, as his cock jerks and pre-come leaks from him. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, desperate for just a taste.
“Don’t even think about it, brat.” Roan’s voice is strained and harsh, threaded with need. “I’m too close.” Only centimetres from his dick, it jerks toward me, completely at odds with his demands. I smirk, licking my lips again.
“Are you not able to keep up with me old man? Maybe Ishouldgo back to the club. Find someone young enough to—"
My yelp of surprise is shockingly loud—even more shocking is the way that Roan has snatched me up, his fingers digging into my side, holding me so my hole is hovering right at the tip of his cock, teasing my entrance. My hands brace on his pecs, and I glare down at him.
“You were saying?” His voice is smug, and so is his smile when my cock visibly throbs at his manhandling. Unable to let him have his win, I bear down with my body, though I’m not sure if it really counts as getting one up on him.
There is a slight burn as the wide head of his cock breaches me, and I shiver at the thrill of it. Roan’s fingers rub firm circles on my ass as I slide down his length, his eyes squeezed shut, the cords of his neck tight with tension.
I was one hundred-percent right, those ridges feel fucking amazing as I settle him deep inside me. When my ass finally rests on his hips, I give myself a moment to enjoy the feel of it, being filled completely by him. My toes dig into the cool tiles of the balcony when I tentatively rock my hips, testing the motion. Roan’s fingers leave my ass, fluttering restlessly over my body stroking everywhere.
“So fucking beautiful.” His whispered words sound like a prayer, urging me to move. His eyes are hot on me, and so I move again, experimentally at first until I find the rhythm and angle to drive myself, and him, wild. The animalistic slap of my ass against his hips as he rises to drive himself into me worksin time to the thwack of my cock against his belly. We move our body as one, desperately chasing our release.
