to reach the glasses…and that ass. Damn. I stepped up behind him, pressing my body to his, trapping him between me and the counter. I nipped at his ear, and he shivered. I loved how responsive he was as I worked my way down his neck. “Roman, the food will get cold.”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, slipping my hand around to his front. He was already hard for me, and he moaned at my touch. “We have a microwave.”
“We do,” he said, dropping his head to one side to give me better access. “And Chinese food is pretty good cold, even.”
“It is. I’ve eaten cold Chinese many times.”
“Where did you put the stuff?”
“What stuff?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant.
For a second, he froze, but then he pressed his ass back against my cock. “Don’t tease me, Roman. I’ve been waiting all morning for you to get back.”
“It’s in your room.”
“Well then, why aren’t we in my room?” he asked. I had to admit how aggressive Trey was in the bedroom compared to how reserved and quiet he was outside of it was a turn on.
“Do you ever top?” I asked him.
“I haven’t, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t. Do you prefer to bottom?” he asked, sounding doubtful.
“Not prefer, but now and then I do.” I slipped one hand down the back of his shorts and ran a finger down between his ass cheeks. “Not today, though. Today I want to be buried so deep inside you we can’t tell where one of us starts and the other one ends.”
“Oh, yes, please,” he said, pressing harder against me.
“Let’s take it upstairs.” The same as the day before, we touched and kissed our way up the stairs. We barely made it in the room before clothes started coming off, and then we fell together onto the bed.
I slid one finger in and out of his tight hole until he said, “More, Roman, I need more.” I added a second finger, and then a third. He moaned, and he moved against my hand as I pumped my fingers, getting him ready for my dick.
“Damn, baby, you’re so tight,” I said as I watched my fingers open him up. “I can’t wait to feel your body around me.”
He sat up enough to reach my head, and he wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth to his. He took my mouth in a hard, hungry kiss, then he hissed, “Get inside me, now.” Then he flopped back down on the bed, and let his legs fall apart, giving me total access.
I rolled on a condom. Then I moved between his legs, getting into position and released a groan as I pushed slowly through the barrier. The urge to slam home until I was buried deep inside him was strong, but he was so tight that I made myself go slow, giving him time to adjust until finally, I was there. I stilled, waiting, until his body relaxed around me. “You ready?”
“Yes, so ready, Roman, please.” I began to move, gentle and slow, wanting this to last. He met me thrust for thrust, and the way his body moved underneath mine was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He had a fluid way to his movements that reminded me of the way he looked that night on the dance floor.
I moved down over him, resting my weight on my forearms, and kissed him as our bodies rocked together in a steady, unhurried pace. This was what I had been searching for. This connection with another person, not fucking, making love. I lifted up and looked him in the eyes. “You’re amazing.”
I pushed back up onto my knees and increased the speed, pounding into him. He threw his head back, eyes closed, “Yes,” he moaned. “Like that, harder.”
Reaching under him with one arm, I pulled his hips up so I could slide deeper inside of him with each thrust. He reached for his cock and began stroking himself. I was close so I slowed back down, and he whimpered. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get us there.” My body trembled with the effort it took to stay in control, but I knew the payoff would be worth the torture.
“Now. Now would be good,” he growled, but I continued to move slowly, drawing out the anticipation. I watched him, wanting him needy and desperate, but not frustrated and annoyed. When I thought he’d had all he could handle, I leaned back down over him and