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“You’d be lost?” I hated that the conversation with Bennett is what sprang to mind, but it seemed fitting, especially when Roan ran his fingers through my hair, a soft, sad smile on his lips.
“Yeah. Is that how you feel?”
I nodded, swallowing the sudden vulnerability in admitting shit like that.
His smile brightened a bit. “You know, I’m not going to think less of you if you say something about your feelings once in a while.”
“I’m not a fucking greeting card,” I muttered.
He laughed softly and ran his hands over my chest, idly tracing some of my tattoos. “Trust me, I know. I’m just saying… It would be nice to hear—”
“Roan?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He smirked and took my face between his hands again. Brushing his lips across mine, he teased me with a flick of his tongue before kissing me for real.
Fumbling with his jeans while trying to kiss him back, I worked them down his hips and ripped them off as soon as he lifted his ass off the counter. I’d barely managed to push my own jeans down when he grabbed my cock, slicking something over my skin. The bottle of olive oil was right next to him and seemed like the logical conclusion.
“Interesting choice,” I murmured as his teeth grazed my throat, his tongue sweeping over my Adam’s apple. Not that I liked being arrested, but if this was the homecoming I’d get, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Mhmm.” He shifted forward to the end of the island, his legs wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer.
“Bare?” I asked, more surprised than concerned.
“Is that a problem?”
I wanted to say, “Fuck no!” but managed to filter it down to a simple, “No.”
“Good.” He reached between us and positioned my cock against his hole. Since I was holding onto him to keep him from sliding right off the counter, he maintained his grip on my dick, guiding it as I sank inside him. “Oh, shit. Sasha.”
In addition to reminding myself to breath, I fought to keep my eyes open. Without any barriers between us, everything was magnified. The heat, the tightness, the fucking rapture of being this connected to him. To anyone.
He clenched around me so hard, my eyes widened, coming back into focus on his face. Licking his lips, he dragged his teeth across his lower one and lifted an eyebrow. “You gonna fuck me, or just stand there?”
With a growl, I yanked him off the counter by his hips and slammed him against my pelvis, suspending him between myself and the island. I buried my cock all the way in one, hard stroke. He swore and sort of gasped at the same time, his eyes rolling up. Smirking, he propped himself on his elbows, letting me support most of his weight by cupping his ass in both hands.
“Were you saying something?” I asked through my teeth, thrusting into him hard and deep, so he couldn’t make any more snarky comments.
“Just like that,” he moaned, his lips parted and his head tipped back. “Fuck, right there.”
I kept up the punishing pace, even as sweat trickled down my spine and my arms burned from holding onto him so tightly. He gripped the edge of the island, gasping and groaning every time I bottomed out inside of him. Strands of pre-cum crisscrossed his abs and from the way his breathing turned shallow, I knew he was close.
“Come on, baby,” I said, sliding him most of the way onto the island again so I could drive into him even faster. “I need to feel you come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pushed himself upward and looped one arm around my neck, kissing me roughly. A moment later, his body tensed against me and he cried out, his sweaty forehead pressed to mine. Most of his cum shot across his stomach, but I felt some land on me as well. Not that I cared in the slightest. We were both in need of a shower after this little escapade.
As he rode out his orgasm on my cock, clenching and trembling around me, my own release exploded through me. It took everything I had not to collapse on top of him while I regained my breath, one ragged inhale at a time.
Roan dipped his head, catching my eye with an impish smirk. “Is this what we’re going to do now? Instead of talking like two adults, we’ll just convey our feelings through fucking?”
I pretended to think for half a second before answering. “Yeah.”
