I snuggled into Ronin’s lap, leaned back against his chest, his arms around my waist. Fuck, that was better than good. I never wanted to leave.
His mom glanced over at us and smiled but said nothing. Her eyes told me that she’d always known. Ciara offered us a blanket and then moved to sit beside her mom, holding her close.
I sighed.
“Good?” Ronin whispered, his hot breath teasing my ear.
I shivered and ran my hands along his forearms, linking my hands with his. “So good. Not sure you’re gonna be able to move me from this spot.”
“That’s the plan.”
The movie started, but I wasn't paying attention to the screen. All I could focus on was the feel of Ronin's body against mine. The heat, the rapid drumbeat of his pulse, the brush of his hard cock that sat snug against my ass. He squeezed my arms and kissed my neck with gentle nips and playful licks. He was keeping it PG in front of his mom and sister, but underneath that blanket was a whole different story.
Halfway through the movie, I was so turned on I started squirming in his arms. Then he massaged my neck and shoulders, easing all the tension out of my body, one languid touch at a time. He rubbed my scalp, my temples, then worked his way back between my shoulder blades, and down to the upper swells of my ass.
When his arms wrapped around my waist again, I was pretty sure I was going to melt into a puddle right there on the couch.
Next thing I knew, the movie was over, and Callie and Ciara were saying goodnight. Then it was just me and Ronin, alone.
“You ready for bed?” Ronan asked.
My tongue was so tied I couldn't answer him, so I nodded instead. I gently eased off his lap, and he slid out from under me, standing up, the blanket falling to the floor.
“Come here.”
I kneeled on the couch facing him, and when I saw the bulge in his crotch, my mouth watered.
Then we moved like we always did in, towards each other, in sync. He bent down and I slid my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist as he carried me through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. My heart knocked hard against my ribs with every step. I knew, I just knew, that what was going to happen next was going to change us forever. And the way Ronin was looking at me, the way he held on to me like I was the most precious thing in the world? Fuck, it sent shivers up and down my entire body.
Sex with other men had always been hot and dirty and fast. There were never any deep emotions attached to it. It was just fun, casual fucking. But this, what was happening right here? I couldn't even believe it, never mind feel it. My whole world narrowed down to Ronin. We shared everything in life—music, laughter, highs, lows, and now, our bodies. Our love.
But he hadn’t made to kiss me yet. I just knew that if we did, we’d never make it up those stairs. And with a house full of his family, it wasn’t the time for an exhibitionist kink.
He carried me into the bedroom and playfully tossed me onto his bed.
I laughed, wasting no time stripping off my clothes, my skin on fire, my dick so hard it slapped against my stomach, red and throbbing, leaking pre-cum. Ronin groaned and leaned forward, licking the head of my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I grabbed his hair, tugging on the long strands, needing more.
“Fuck is right,” he whispered and gave my cock one more teasing lick before moving up my body, until we were face to face. I was naked and he was still dressed, and the contrast, the roughness of his clothes against my skin, it was electric. I let out a loud moan that probably echoed through the walls of his bedroom.
His lips hovered over mine. “I need you in my ass and I sure as hell want yours.”
“I’m down with this plan.”
“Good. Because I want you to wake up tomorrow and know that you’re mine, I’m yours, and nothing and no one comes between us. Not ever.”
“Yes,” I moaned in response.
I wanted him in every way I could get him. And there was nothing I wanted more than to give myself to him.
“No condoms,” I offered.
“Nothing between us.”
I nodded. “Kiss me already.”
“So demanding.”