Page 96 of Mystique of the Fallen
To Grant’s immense relief, Roman didn’t argue, and the mattress bounced slightly as the other fallen knight disrobed. The smell of limes permeated the air, and Grant grinned as he rested his cheek on a silvery pillowcase. Grant spread his legs to ensure Roman had plenty of room to get between them.
“Is that the lube?”
“No, it’s massage oil. It was a package deal.”
“I do love a man who can’t resist a bargain.”
Roman chuckled. His palms landed on Grant’s shoulders. A groan flowed out of Grant as Roman pushed heavily into him to knead his muscles. “How’s this for romance?”
“I could definitely get used to this,” Grant assured Roman. Although his balls were still begging to be emptied, Grant liquefied beneath Roman’s sure touch. He wasn’t sure where the hell Roman had learned how to massage him into a state of both relaxation and heightened desire, and he sure as fuck didn’t care. All Grant wanted was for it to last forever.
“Good, yeah?”
“Everything about you is good,” Grant replied after a long moan. “Scratch that. Everything about you is wonderful, and I fucking adore you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Grant was pleased with his lot in life, and his nerve endings alternated between little pings of electrified desire and bliss. Roman worked his way along Grant’s back. Then his palms landed on Grant’s ass again. He squeezed hard, and Grant’s toes curled in delight.
A protest nearly left his lips when Roman’s hands disappeared. But any disappointment was long forgotten a second later. Roman peeled Grant’s Jockeys to his thighs, and Grant nearly shouted at the feel of his wet tongue gliding down his crack.
It didn’t happen a second time, which pissed Grant off, but only until Roman slid his underwear off. Roman cupped his ass cheeks and spread them apart. Roman’s mouth landed on Grant’s hole, and he nearly shot off the bed.
All the relaxation Roman had worked into him with the lovely massage was long forgotten as his mate rimmed him. Grant reached out and slapped his hands on the headboard as little licks of desire bombarded him in quick succession. He missed the round poles of their bed at home; he enjoyed having something solid to hold on to as Roman drowned him in pleasure.
Just as Roman did with blowjobs, he drove Grant out of his mind with his earnest desire to overwhelm Grant with sensation. Grant was reduced to a quivering, trembling mess, and he loved it. His cock throbbed, his balls ached, and he could barely wrap his head around a coherent thought. It was almost beyond his ability to endure.
Then Roman worked a finger into his ass and pushed Grant to the edge of sanity. He wasn’t sure who the fuck he’d been in his past life as a human, but he must’ve done something right to get such a fantastic mate in this one. Desperate to have Roman plunging into him, Grant forced himself to use his beleaguered brain to review boring case laws.
It was the lone defense he had to wait out the stretching he needed before he could get what he wanted.
“Stop it,” Roman ordered.
“Huh?” Grant managed.
“You’re grinding your dick into the pillow. If you want me to fuck you, knock it off.”
Grant hadn’t realized he was moving, but he stilled instantly. The hard edge to Roman’s voice sent a wave of sparks along his spine, and he bit his lip to keep from coming. To reprimand him, Roman had lifted his mouth away, which helped Grant pull himself together a little.
The tantalizing moment of sanity didn’t last. Roman slid two slick fingers into his center and immediately crooked them to graze Grant’s prostate. The zing of pleasure had Grant calling out Roman’s name.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” Roman coaxed as his free hand landed on Grant’s hip. In stark contrast to the digits stretching him, Roman smoothed his palm along Grant’s flank in a tender move that did little to cut through the red wave of lust consuming Grant.
Grant buried his face in the pillow and forced himself to breathe deeply. He had no complaints. What he’d wanted since his first taste of passion was to be driven to his limit. Some voice inside had assured him that the only way to get there was to get Roman inside him. Damn if that instinct hadn’t been dead right.
Roman pushed three fingers into Grant’s hole, and he groaned loudly. He was stuffed full, but also not nearly full enough. Grant sure as hell hoped Roman was enjoying their night as much as he was, but questions would have to wait for later. It took entirely too much effort to figure out how words worked.
“Can you get up on your knees for me?” Roman coaxed softly.
Eager to accommodate him, Grant found it surprisingly difficult to obey the words. Thankfully, Roman was attuned to him and guided him into the correct position with his steady, sure hands. Grant spread his trembling legs apart as far as it was comfortable and waited anxiously as Roman shuffled closer to him.
His eyes slid shut as the head of Roman’s cock pressed against him. Grant exhaled slowly and filled his head with relaxing thoughts as Roman pushed inside him. Immediately fond of the way he was being opened and the heat of Roman’s dick, Grant laid his cheek on the pillow and relished the coolness of the sheet on his skin.
Roman moved leisurely, giving Grant plenty of opportunity to protest, but that was the last thing he wanted. Grant was consumed with Roman’s thick length in his channel and waited eagerly for his other half to fill him completely. The feel of Roman’s springy curls on his ass tickled slightly when he finally bottomed out, but Grant barely noticed.
Pressing close to him, Roman’s fingers curled around Grant’s length. At his side, Roman’s hand slapped onto the mattress, and he flexed his hips. Instinctively, Grant matched his rhythm. They might have started off the night slowly, but Roman was fucking him with intent. Which was exactly what Grant wanted and needed.
Roman’s grip on his cock tightened. Between the fantastic jerking of his length and the hot dick gliding in and out of his channel, Grant had to gnash his teeth to stave off his orgasm. He was desperate to extend their lovemaking as long as possible.
