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“I’m yours, Rome.” His words skate across my lips, fingers sliding beneath my waistband. “Touch me however you want.”

Heat pulses through my veins, my head drowning in all that is him. His breath, his scent, his touch.

God, fuck.

My throbbing dick is freed, and I kick my clothes away. Tossing the objects to the bed behind me, I raise my thumb to his lips, caressing the soft flesh as his chest shudders beneath my exploring fingertips.

I want to trace his lips with my tongue. Will he find that odd?

Holding my gaze to the parted flesh, I wet my lips and then slide the tip of my tongue around the edge of his. His groan meets my tongue as I press my lips to his, my hands continuing to explore the hard planes of his body. Both my hands find his ass, and I squeeze. He hums in approval, and my cock jumps at the praise.

The shame swirling in my stomach quickly loses the battle, drowning in a lustful heat when his mouth finds my ear, and I palm his ass. “I’m going to lay down, and you lay back on me. Do you understand?”

I nod.

I’m not privy to his plan, but he confirmed we aren’t fucking. My curiosity is piqued and the want to run away is fading.

He takes my hand, pulling me to the side of the bed. I stop and look at the door.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, objects in hand.

“My sisters,” I whisper.

They were downstairs last night when my dick was in his mouth, but what if they heard something?

He takes the remote to turn on my TV. Grabbing his phone next, he flicks through it while caressing my hand. Even this simple contact has my dick weeping.

I jolt when music begins playing from somewhere. Wide eyed and a little pissed off, I stare at his phone. “Have you hacked my TV?” A mischievous smile curls his lips. “You bloody wanker.”

When the hell did he do that?

Meddle About by Chase Atlantic plays loud enough that I pray the twins won’t hear whatever is about to happen. Laying back in the middle of the bed, he coaxes a finger at me. My dick jumps, and he smiles.

Fuck it.

I crawl onto the bed, his heat consuming me as I lay back on him. Spluttered breaths fall from my lips when he pops open the lube, and the liquid pooled in his palm is spread down my dick. I groan, throwing my head back and thrusting my hips.

“So fucking greedy,” he whispers in my ear, spreading it to my already tingling balls. His dick presses against my ass, and I instinctively begin rubbing as I crook my arm, tangling my fingers into his soft strands. “Slow down, baby.”

That dreaded knot ties in my stomach when he stretches the rubber.

“I’m going to touch you however I want,” he whispers in my ear.

Heart hammering in my chest, I watch as he rolls it down my length. My dick pulses and throbs in the strangling rubber as he stretches it around my balls, and fuck, it’s already too much.

“Rain,” I groan.

“You’re doing good.”

He begins stroking and my eyes roll at the added pressure of his hand. I’m so fucking hard, harder than I’ve ever been, and I fear I’ll come too quickly and this will be over.

Strangled moans pour from my throat as I tug at his hair and fist the blanket, his heavy breaths and the music consuming my hearing.

It’s too much.

I claw at his scalp, my balls beginning to tingle.

He lets go.