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“What can I do to distract you?” she asks, moving her hand up, this time right to the juncture between my legs without actually touching me where I want her to.
“I’m half-asleep and in no condition to reciprocate, baby.”
She murmurs softly, “Who said anything about reciprocation? I just want to touch you. Maybe make you feel good after an ugly injury.”
I reach out and gently grip her chin between two fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze directly. “I don’t expect anything, Billie.”
Her soft laugh warms me almost as much as her touch. “If I thought youexpectedit, I wouldn’t be here. I want to touch you, Rome. I’ve wanted to since that night at Blue Thunder. I was so disappointed when you didn’t invite me to go eat with you and your friends.”
Yeah, I kind of sensed that.
I just didn’t want to be that guy—the one who goes out with his new buddies and then ditches them for a girl. Even a beautiful one who stomped on a guy’s foot with her heel and then convinced me to dance with her.
There’s so much sincerity in her eyes—so much fire and passion and unadulterated need—I’m done resisting the inevitable.
“Then do it,” I say gruffly.
Chapter 19
Billie
My mouth watersat the sight of the erection tenting his boxers. It’s long and thick, and getting harder by the moment, so I scoot down and nuzzle the side of my face against it. I love the feeling of being this close to him, on the verge of something sexy and intimate—something I love doing.
Over the years, my girlfriends have given me shit about how much I love to give head, but I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I find it powerful. Or maybe the word is empowering. The ability to give a man so much pleasure it usually leaves him weak in the knees. Obviously, I don’t do it with just anyone, but when I have the opportunity with someone I like as much as I like Rome? It’s a given.
Without taking off his boxers, I nibble the soft sacs beneath his cock, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes it, but given his injury, I need to be sure.
“It’s going to be hard for me to distinguish between a hiss of pleasure and one of pain,” I say, looking up. “So you’ll need to be vocal if I’m doing something to aggravate your injury.”
He nods. “Thank you for that. And I will.”
His eyes turn to molten lava and I sigh happily as I go back to the task at hand.
This was the last thing I thought would happen tonight but when I walked in and found him practically naked on the bed, my libido overrode my brain. Now I’m sucking on his balls right through his boxers and I don’t know which of us is more aroused.
“Fuck, baby, that’s nice.” He reaches out a hand, combs it through my hair, letting the tendrils drift between his fingers.
I’m momentarily distracted—it feelsthatgood—and a soft moan escapes me. When was the last time someone played with my hair like this? Maybe never. It’s different than having it stroked or brushed. This is so much more intimate, and I love the way it feels. So much so, I never want it to stop.
Goose bumps break out all over my body and I take a moment to revel in it before running my hand along Rome’s erection. I stroke and tease, getting him worked up before I finally start to slide his boxers down.
“Can you lift your hips?” I ask.
He grimaces but manages and despite wanting to draw this out, I make short work of taking them off. I don’t want pain to disrupt our pleasure, and I’m not disappointed in my first look at him completely naked.
His cock is perfect, bobbing against his groin in anticipation of what I’m about to do, and I can’t resist running my tongue along the shaft. I wrap my hand around him and squeeze lightly before giving it a firm stroke. His hips rise slightly, and he moves with me. A tiny bead of pre-cum leaks from the head and I lick it,enjoying the tangy taste and the low growl that comes from deep in his chest.
“It’s been a while, baby,” he rasps. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“There’s no prize for lasting a long time,” I say.
Then I drop my head and suck him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as hard as I can.
“Fuck yeah.” His voice is gruff and his grip tightens in my hair.
With one hand stroking up and down, and the other lightly squeezing his balls, I let my mouth do the rest. I suck and lick, letting him thrust in and out for a bit. Then I pull back, watching a stream of saliva drip onto his shaft. I rub it in, adding a little lubrication so I can stroke him faster.
“Damn, baby, that’s so good…” His hips are moving slowly, rhythmically gliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I relax my throat, letting him go deeper each time. He’s big but I think I can take him, so when he hesitates, I just squeeze his shaft harder. Egging him on. Letting him know what I want.
