Page 60 of The True-Blue Romance

Joey gets even more confused. “Whatever you want. What is it?”

I trace my finger over the cool granite counter, casting my eyes low to avoid his gaze. “Can we have sex? I got my results back, you got yours. I just want to be close to you for a while.”

Joey stays silent, just the sound of him stepping closer filling the room. He tips my face up until our gazes meet. Instead of words, he uses his mouth to answer me. The kiss is lush and has my toes curling again, searching for an anchor against the onslaught of Joey’s mouth on mine. His hand curls around my jaw, angling my face so that he can kiss me just as deep as he wants, his tongue tangling with mine. I almost fall to my knees right there, but Joey’s grip keeps me rooted to the spot. My senses are full of Joey; nothing else has a shot when he’s kissing me like I’m the only thing that matters to him in the entire goddamn world.

Joey pulls away to stare into my eyes, breath panting against my parted lips. “Sex is always on the table. Just for your information.”

I chuckle and nod, having a nearly out-of-body experience after that intense kiss. Joey must realize it because he tangles our fingers together to drag me toward the back bedrooms. He chooses the one we slept in the last time we were here, but last time I watched him sleep, wishing he was mine. And now he is. Forever if I have my say.

Joey walks me over to the bed and gently pushes on my shoulders until I sit on the edge. He looks at me for a moment, gaze weighted and eyes thoughtful. With a pat to my cheek, he walks to the other side of the room, grabs the standing mirror in the corner, and moves it so it’s pointed directly at the bed. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as he moves around the room for a while, only coming to a stop in front of me when he has the bottle of lube we hastily packed in the suitcase earlier.

“Lean back,” Joey orders, all commanding and sexy.

I gulp but do as he says, and then he urges me to scoot back into the middle of the bed. I watch with half-lidded eyes as he proceeds to undress me. His fingers brush my stomach as he slowly pulls down my sweatpants and boxers, fingers trailing a fire of desire in their wake down my body. The air in the bedroom is cool, causing goose pimples to pop up across my body. Joey places a gentle, barely there kiss above my belly button as he works my shirt up my body, then over my shoulders. He tugs my hands to sit me up halfway so he can pull my shirt over my head. A boyish grin works its way over Joey’s lips, which are still shiny with spit, and suddenly it hits me. This is the rest of my life. I never have to wonder how he feels about me ever again; it’s reflected there in his gaze how much he loves me, how much he wants me.

“Can you get naked, too, please?”

Joey laughs, open and free. “Yes, sir.”

“I like that.”

“Sir?” Joey asks as he hurries out of his clothes. I lean up on my elbows to watch him—the inherent strength of his body, the thick hair on his chest, the perfect curve of his hard cock. He’s the most beautiful thing on earth to me and always has been.

“Yeah, call me sir more often.”

“You’ll remember your place.”

I laugh and lift my eyebrows in shock. “My place?”

“Yeah, my little prince, and I’m your knight.”

Joey climbs onto the bed, covering my body with his own, settling everything into place. His warm skin bleeds into mine, and I have to close my eyes on a contented sigh just to appreciate the moment.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, but you better flip over because I have plans.”

“What?”

Joey pats my side with an air of expectation. “Flip over. You ever been rimmed?”

I flush from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “No.”

Joey wiggles his eyebrows. “Wanna be?”

Yes. Very much yes. I don’t have to say a word because Joey can see it plain across my face. I flip over and let him arrange me how he wants, knees down and ass in the air, head tilted to the side to face the mirror, which now feels insanely diabolical. I can see us on the bed, my body on display and Joey reverently looking at me from behind. He tips his head toward the mirror, winks dramatically, then smooths his hand over my ass, cupping the cheek and smirking. He bends down to drop a kiss at the small of my back, his lips trailing up my spine, and I can see every single moment of it in the mirror. The urge to turn away overtakes me, but I feel like that wouldn’t make Joey happy. And I want to please Joey as much as he wants to please me.

The room is shadowed in darkness, but it’s easy to see Joey dip between my ass cheeks, and I see and feel him kiss my hole at the same time. I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes me. No one has ever put their mouth there. How would they when every sexual interaction I had before Joey was in the back room of a gay bar downtown for quick meaningless fucks? Sex before Joey was simply sex. But sex with Joey is never just sex. Even if we’re just sharing mutual handjobs, it feels transcendent to be touched by him. But even so, having his mouth on me feels like seeing something divine.

“Oh my god, Joey,” I gasp, curling my fingers into the comforter. “It feels… It feels… Oh my god.”

I gasp again as his tongue steals inside of me, his fingers pressing hard against my hips to hold me still. I have to actively fight the urge to press back, to ask for more, to take more from him. No pleasure could ever compare to the feel of his face between my ass cheeks. Jesus. I’m glad I saved this for him. He pulls away slightly, then spits on my hole, and I almost come apart at the seams.

“Joey,” I gasp, all the air leaving my lungs.

He sends me a filthy smile in the mirror, then returns to making love to my hole. He alternates between firm, intense licks and kisses that make me see galaxies when I close my eyes. My cock is so hard I could cry. But reaching for my cock to take my own pleasure feels like the antithesis to the moment. Joey is controlling my pleasure, and my pleasure is for him to own. I’ve never felt so free in my life. I keep my eyes open to watch him take me apart, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. Turning me on turns him on, an endless cycle of pleasure between us.

“Please, please,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for anymore.