Love Him Free (On the Market #1) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,39
shook when he asked, ‘First kiss ever? With me?’
Simon nodded, feeling his stomach sink at the way Rocco’s expression shuttered, going impossible to read. ‘Ever. I’ve never kissed anyone, never touched anyone. I’m a virgin, and when you kissed me, I came in my jeans. I’m a sad, sorry, pathetic…’
He didn’t get to finish the rest of his sentence. Rocco was on him, taking him by the wrist, by the mouth. Simon’s back was against the wall of the building and his entire existence came down to the points where Rocco held him. By the hands, a thigh between his legs pressing against his groin, a tongue sliding along his.
“Mine,” he rumbled against Simon’s lips. “Mine.”
Simon groaned, arching into Rocco’s grasp, but he couldn’t speak for lack of air in his lungs.
He let out a rough moan when Rocco pulled back, but before he could chase the kiss, he heard a deep, rumbling voice in his ear. “Simon. Come. Now.”
And God help him—he did.
Chapter Nine
Rocco felt Simon, felt the way the orgasm ripped out of him. Simon hunched into Rocco’s grasp and shuddered all over, and Rocco held fast. He used the size of his body to block Simon so no one would see. At best, they’d think their make-out session was hot and heavy. No one would know Simon had just given Rocco this gift.
And that’s exactly what it felt like—a gift. The fact that Rocco could coax orgasms out of Simon just like this, with the bare taste of his lips, the stroke of his hands, the command of his voice. It was more power than he felt like he deserved, but he didn’t want to let go. He felt wild and possessive.
As he felt Simon starting to come down, Rocco took hold of his chin and tipped his head up. Simon’s eyes were squeezed shut, so Rocco nudged at his lips with his own, pressing soft, chaste kisses until the tension in Simon’s shoulders began to unwind.
He didn’t tell Simon in words, but with touch, that he adored every second of what they had just shared. Time ticked by, Simon held tight to his arms, and neither of them moved.
“Simon,” Rocco said eventually, and he felt the other man stiffen, felt him start to pull away.
Rocco allowed for just enough space between them that he could move his hands freely, and he waited for Simon to open his eyes and straighten back up on his own two legs.
‘I’m sorry,’ Simon began, but Rocco shook his head firmly.
‘I wanted that.’
Simon let out a small scoff, his mouth grimacing with it. ‘Why? I can’t even touch myself, I can’t even kiss you without losing it. It’s pathetic.’
Rocco’s eyes narrowed. ‘It’s not pathetic.’
‘It’s embarrassing.’ Simon looked like he wanted to turn his head away, but he had also learned enough about Rocco’s language to know he couldn’t—or shouldn’t.
‘I like it,’ Rocco reiterated, and he took another step back. ‘I like you.’
Simon’s face scrunched up like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t seem to have the strength for it. He looked exhausted and wrung out, and Rocco knew walking around with come in his boxers wasn’t comfortable.
‘Do you want to come to the Lodge with me?’
Simon blanched and shook his head. ‘My brother lives there.’
‘He knows I’m here to see you,’ Rocco pointed out, but his assurances didn’t seem to matter. Simon still looked utterly and completely panicked. ‘Home, then. Your home,’ he clarified.
Simon glanced to his right, then nodded. He started to pull away from the building, but Rocco saw the way his legs wobbled, so he slung an arm around his waist and bore some of his weight. Neither of them said anything. Simon just let Rocco help him, and they headed back the way they came.
The walk to the bakery wasn’t far, and Rocco waited patiently behind his new lover as Simon got the door open and began to ascend the stairs. It was dark, save for a faded bulb at the very top, and everything smelled like bread. He was reminded that Simon still had work to do—that Simon had put off work for him.
Simon was exhausted and had lost sleep just to eat pizza and share a small kiss at the door. If Rocco thought Simon would regret this—regret him, he would have walked away. But he didn’t believe that. He followed close behind, and he let his hand rest at the small of Simon’s back as they entered the apartment.