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He gave Roman what he wanted, thrusting upward and burying himself deeper in Roman’s mouth. He kept going, spurred on by Roman’s hungry moans. He had his back arched, his ass sticking up in the air. Directly behind him was a long window that looked out to the hills, palm trees swaying in the distance, lit up by a full moon hanging high in the sky.
Wyatt’s thrusts became more intense, pleasure overriding thoughts. He tangled his fingers in Roman’s hair and pushed him down, gagging him.
“God, baby, you’re already going to make me come.”
Roman pulled up for a breath, a smile playing on his glistening lips. “Don’t come yet. I want to edge you.”
Wyatt’s eyes widened, lightning striking a direct hit on his nervous system. Roman sat up, stroking himself but not touching Wyatt’s needy cock. He reached down, trying to give himself some relief from the building pressure, but Roman grabbed his wrist and held Wyatt’s hand down to the side.
“Not yet,” Roman said, devilish grin on his face as he watched Wyatt’s hard length throb in the air, leaking.
Fine. Wyatt could play that game; he’d just need to get something in return. “Come over here and sit on my face, then.”
Roman crawled over Wyatt, their stiff cocks rubbing together and nearly making it game over for Wyatt. He kissed Wyatt’s neck, grinding down on him, heat rising in the room as if the floor were made of lava. It was blissful ecstasy, and Wyatt never wanted it to end.
Roman squatted over Wyatt’s face, hands on the headboard, heavy cock pulsing between his legs. Wyatt looked up, admiring the view—all muscle and man, his ass looking like a full course meal. Wyatt licked his lips, guiding Roman down onto his face.
“Oohhh fuck,” Roman hissed as Wyatt tongued his crack. Nose deep, tongue probing, Wyatt went to town, focusing all on Roman and his pleasure, making sure that he’d see shooting stars in a couple of minutes.
“Yes, Salt, fucking eat my ass. You like that, huh?”
Wyatt could only groan an affirmative as his face was smothered with Roman’s perfect body. It appeared to only spur Roman on. He began to grind down on Wyatt’s face, taking his own pleasure, letting Wyatt’s tongue slip in and out of him. Both men started to moan, loud enough that Wyatt had a momentary fear of someone hearing them before remembering where they were. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, wet and hot and unbridled. They were riding a runaway train, and it was on course to drive right off the end of the earth and into the stars.
“God damn, baby, now you’re the one that’s going to make me come.”
Wyatt nipped at Roman’s ass cheek, sucking on the muscular flesh, slowly rubbing up and down Roman’s lower back. He looked up, past Roman’s tightening balls, locking eyes with the smoldering man who’d just finished using his face as a chair.
“I’m not going to be the only one on the edge here,” Wyatt teased as Roman brought his leg over Wyatt so that he could sit next to him on the bed, his dick throbbing in the air, pink and leaking. “How close are you?” Wyatt asked, reaching over and stroking Roman, relishing in the weight of him.
“Very,” Roman said, pulling back so that he slipped out of Wyatt’s grip.
“Fuck me, then.” Wyatt’s vision blurred, edges turning red. The lust inside of him unfurled, a snake looking for its next meal, fangs at the ready. He wanted Roman. All of Roman, inside of him, stretching him open.
“If I fuck you, I’ll blow in seconds.”
“Do it. I want to feel you fill me.”
Roman arched a brow, licking his lips. Wyatt reached down and tugged on his dripping length, palming his balls and running a finger down to his puckered hole. His body was ready, more than ready—it was hungry for Roman.
Roman Ashford. The man that he loved, the man that he’d almost lost, and now the man that would become one with him.
He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, grabbing the lube. The cap clicked open, the squirt of the bottle following. Roman brought his lubed-up fingers to Wyatt’s hole, pressing down and getting him silky slick. Wyatt’s lips formed an O as he let out a silent moan, Roman’s finger slipping right in. He opened his legs a little wider, spreading them on the bed, lifting up to give his man more access. His finger went in deeper, curling, pressing upward.
He clenched, pulling him in deeper, his body crying out for more without needing words, only soft whimpers as Roman introduced another finger. Wyatt appreciated the prep, considering Roman’s cock was impressively thick.
“Yeah, baby, grind down on my hand like that. Fuck.” There was a drunken glaze over Roman’s eyes as he watched his fingers disappear. His lips were parted, his focus drilling down on Wyatt, making him feel as if he were the only person in the world that mattered. His eyes rolled back as he reached for handfuls of the soft white bedsheets.
