Page 59 of Mystique of the Fallen
“Yeah, look at them later,” Grant said, grabbing his cock and giving it a quick tug. “Right now, I want your full, undivided attention on my dick.”
“Let go of it.”
Grant stroked himself again. “Feels damn good though.”
“You want me to suck it or not?”
Nodding vigorously, Grant released his hold and threw himself on the bed. Roman’s balls were begging him to hurry the fuck up, but Roman hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and dragged them down his legs with no hint of impatience. He’d lived for centuries and gotten off in a variety of ways. Tonight was about Grant. As Roman stepped out of his underwear and flung them aside, he privately acknowledged that every damn night in the future would be about Grant.
Grant was his, and it was both Roman’s duty and pleasure to ensure his other half had everything he wanted. That included putting Grant’s desires above his own. Which was no hardship. Roman took great delight in satisfying Grant’s wishes.
“Yeah, bring that dick over here,” Grant enthused. He wiggled on the coverlet as Roman climbed onto the bed.
Roman slapped his questing hands away. “No touching.”
“It’s a good thing I like following rules,” Grant grumbled.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Roman requested softly.
Without hesitation, Grant slid his feet apart, ensuring there was plenty of room for Roman between them. Keen to take Grant up on his unspoken invitation, Roman planted himself between Grant’s knees. He smoothed his palms up Grant’s lightly furred legs. Rising from a nest of brown curls, Grant’s cock strained toward his belly.
Pre-come had the head glistening slightly in the low light of the bedroom. It was the sexiest thing Roman had ever seen. His mouth watered for a taste, but he had to take at least a few moments to explore Grant. So, he shifted until he could drag his tongue up Grant’s stomach. Grant’s muscles tightened, and his breath caught as Roman lowered his body closer.
Roman’s brow winged up as, instead of grabbing at him, Grant lifted his arms above his head and grabbed two of the round poles of the headboard. While Roman hadn’t considered that delightful advantage when he’d picked out his bed, he had no complaints. But he was past worrying about anything mundane like interior design.
His entire being was focused on the gorgeous man writhing beneath him and the desire rocketing through his veins. Hoping he wasn’t rushing either of them, Roman maneuvered until he could balance himself with one hand and use the other to grab Grant’s straining cock.
Since Roman was determined to drive Grant delirious, he didn’t tease him. Roman didn’t gently wrap his lips around Grant’s dick. He took Grant into his mouth and shoved his face into Grant’s groin so he could swallow around the head of his shaft.
Grant bucked beneath him as he hollered Roman’s name.
If Roman wasn’t busy using his tongue to memorize the ridges of Grant’s length, he would’ve chuckled. Instead, Roman hummed as he sucked. Grant’s movements grew more enthusiastic, so Roman once again changed his position slightly. Roman splayed his hands across Grant’s hips to keep him relatively still as he bobbed his head over his mate’s tasty cock.
For reasons perhaps explainable by Fate alone, the intensity of Grant’s scent was deeper near his groin. The fruity scent of limes surrounding Roman was a beautiful reminder that the salty taste teasing him belonged to his mate.
His heart squeezed, and Roman wondered how it was possible to be falling for Grant so easily and quickly.
“Roman,” Grant whispered urgently.
The thick thighs resting inches from Roman’s head shook. Grant was close. So was Roman. Sparks skimmed along his spine, but Roman wanted to ignore them. That was an impossibility. No one had ever driven Roman to the edge with such ferocity or speed.
Beneath him, Grant’s breaths were coming in pants and his muscles were vibrating as he strained to delay his release. But it was Roman who moaned around Grant’s dick as his balls emptied.
It happened without warning. Roman swore he nearly blacked out with pleasure as his orgasm thundered through him. Thankfully, he kept his lips tightened around Grant, but he must’ve stopped moving for at least a few seconds because his mate whined a protest.
Contrite, Roman wondered how the fuck he’d come without touching himself and happily swallowed around the head of Grant’s cock again. It was the right move. Grant roared out Roman’s name again as his back bowed. Roman enjoyed the salty taste of his desire as Grant spilled his release on Roman’s tongue.
Roman sucked Grant as he committed each lovely moment of their encounter to memory. A wave of tenderness flooded him, and he thanked Fate for the man in his bed. Grant wiggled in a way that told Roman he was trying to get away, so he regretfully pulled his mouth off Grant’s dick.
He opened his eyes, and his gaze traveled up Grant’s flushed shoulders, past the small smile playing around his enticing mouth, and landed on the hands wrapped around the headboard. The skin of his fingers was white, as if he was straining with everything in him not to let go. It was sexy as hell.
“You didn’t wait, did you?” Grant huffed out.
“Sorry. No choice in the matter. I didn’t touch it, and I still came. No one but you has ever done that to me before.”
Grant smiled. “Even if you’re lying, thanks for saying that.”
Irritated, Roman sat up and swatted Grant’s thigh.
