Page 58 of Mystique of the Fallen
“What if I fully endorse your dick’s plan?” Grant rushed out, shifting awkwardly on the cushion. “My dick fucking loves that plan. So does my ass.”
“This time my mouth wins.”
“Huh?”
Roman stood and held out a hand to Grant. “Come to the bedroom with me. I want to suck you off.”
Grant’s gaze narrowed, and he ignored Roman’s outstretched arm. “This isn’t a trick, is it? Like I’m going to get up and when we get to the bedroom, you’ll insist we change into jammies to sleep?”
“You’re so fucking suspicious,” Roman replied with a laugh. “I’m not sleeping in jammies tonight, baby.”
With a bright grin, Grant slapped his palm against Roman’s and nearly jumped off the sofa. “I get to suck you off too, right?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
Roman squeezed Grant’s hand affectionately as he led him out of the great room. “Yeah. I can’t promise I’ll last long enough to give you that opportunity after I’ve ensured that I’ve squeezed every drop of come from your cock.”
“Backup plan is we take a little rest and have a round two.”
They made it to the bedroom, and Roman flipped on the light. Grant immediately pulled away and tore his T-shirt off, revealing smooth, creamy skin and the toned muscles that came with being a defender of the Council. Roman licked his lips at the delicious sight but stalked forward as Grant unbuttoned his jeans.
Roman hauled Grant close and shook his head. “What’s the rush?”
In Grant’s eyes was a beguiling mixture of lust and innocence. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” Roman said, slowly leading Grant backward toward the king-sized bed covered in a blue-green paisley coverlet. “But we’re not in a hurry. We can take our time. Explore.” Roman kissed Grant and sucked a little on his bottom lip. “Taste each other.”
His cock jerked as Grant molded himself to Roman’s body, and he grabbed a chunk of Roman’s hair in his fist. “Good plan. Love it.”
Roman smiled as his mouth touched Grant’s. There was no hesitation from either man as their tongues eagerly stroked. Kissing was a pastime Roman had enjoyed, but he realized he’d known nothing about the true passion of such caresses until he’d met the other fallen knight who was now so pleasantly close.
Banding his arms around Grant, Roman stroked his hands across the broad planes of Grant’s naked back. Grant moaned as Roman shifted so their rigid lengths bumped. Roman loved the surge of excitement and desire that swept through him as he rubbed against Grant. The deep grumbles of eagerness filling his ears only heightened the tension gripping Roman.
He forced himself to lighten his hold on Grant as he teased him with little nips on his chin and jaw. Roman cupped Grant’s taut ass and squeezed. Grant arched his neck and growled. Happy to please Grant, Roman kneaded his firm gluteus muscles as he brushed his lips along his exposed throat.
Grant shifted and tugged on Roman’s shirt. Since the article of clothing was doing nothing but preventing his skin from touching Grant’s, Roman released the other fallen knight and tore the T-shirt over his head. Roman tossed it aside and didn’t bother to note where the damn thing landed.
Instead, Roman tugged on Grant’s zipper and nearly lost his footing when Grant shoved him back.
“What’s wrong?” Roman demanded instantly, ready to do whatever was necessary to ensure Grant was happy.
“Nothing,” Grant replied, shoving his jeans to the floor. Underneath them, he wore a pair of boxers as lime green as his eyes. Roman nearly grinned at the discovery, but Grant slid his underwear down, exposing his beautiful cock.
It was tempting to tear off his own clothing with such reckless abandon, but Roman didn’t. With his gaze glued to Grant’s groin, he slowly undid his pants.
“I can’t decide whether to scream at you to hurry the fuck up or enjoy the goddamn show,” Grant remarked a bit breathlessly.
Roman chuckled and continued to take his time as he pulled off his jeans.
“Fuck. I wore some stupid bright boxers. And you…”
“And I what, baby?” Roman asked as Grant’s words trailed off.
“You know what? Who cares. I like you in your little black briefs.”
“Thank you. And for the record, I like your boxers. They match your eyes.”
