Love Him Free (On the Market #1) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,60

mattress. Simon spread out, arms lifted up near his head, legs spread into a loose V. Pink flushed up from his groin where his cock lay limp and spent in his dark hair, to his neck which was thrumming with his pulse.

Rocco wanted to put his mouth there again and see if it would arouse Simon, but he also wanted—no, he needed—to take a moment and just look. He wanted to observe open, raw, unsheltered skin that until this moment, belonged to no one but Simon. And now it was his.

He lifted his hand and pressed fingers to Simon’s hip. Simon shifted, lolled his head to the side, and his eyes opened just a sliver.

‘Water?’ Rocco offered. He had a small bag with granola bars, Gatorade, and water bottles, but Simon shook his head and licked his lips, leaving them shiny with spit.

Simon held up his hand, his wrist limp, but Rocco pushed his face against it. He took him by the wrist, turning his head to kiss each fingertip, kiss the center of his palm, kiss up his arm to the crook of his elbow. He felt Simon shudder with each press of his lips, felt his body give over, more and more.

Rocco’s head spun with how much he wanted this man, his cock now ready to burst through the fabric of his jeans. He didn’t let Simon go, but he used his free hand to pop the button and pull his zipper down. His cock sprung out through the slit in his boxers, and he groaned with relief.

Simon tensed against him, and when Rocco looked down, he saw Simon pushing up on his elbow to look at him. Simon had seen him before—he had seen Rocco’s dick naked, covered in a condom, in lube, in spit, in come. He had seen Rocco fuck more asses than he could really count anymore, but for some reason, it felt like someone was seeing him for the first time.

A wave of guilt hit him. He hadn’t meant to make Simon wait for him like this.

His fingers were hesitant. Simon was no stranger to coming, but he knew Simon had never touched anyone else but himself. All the same, Rocco swore in that moment, he would die if he couldn’t feel his lover’s palm curl around him and pull.

“Please,” Rocco asked, guiding Simon’s hand down.

Simon’s eyes went wide, irises nearly consumed by pupil. His mouth was pulled into a tight line, the flush in his cheeks making his freckles stand out. He was so, so beautiful. Rocco wanted to kiss him again, but he held off as he watched Simon gather more of that gorgeous courage and finally—finally—reach where Rocco wanted him most.

His palm was cool and shaking, but it was strong. There were callouses from burns, and it was too dry, but god—it was the best feeling in the world. Rocco let out a grunt, a sharp puff of air when Simon tightened his fingers and stroked upward. His foreskin was pulled back most of the way from how hard he was, but it started to slick up as Simon began to jack him.

“Simon,” he managed to get out. He knew the consonants and vowels were a mess, but Simon didn’t look like he cared. Simon pushed up onto his elbows, pushed Rocco to the side, then climbed to his knees as Rocco watched, awed. Simon still didn’t let go.

‘Lie down.’ His signs were sloppy but Rocco understood them. He let Simon’s free hand push him to the bed, and he fell onto his back. Simon still didn’t let go. He had stopped stroking, and he was holding tighter than Rocco normally liked, but he wouldn’t trade a single second of that moment for anything.

His shirt was rucked halfway up his chest, and Simon used his free hand to push it all the way to his pecs. His nipples were already tight, hard against the light friction of the fabric as it moved, and Simon’s tongue drew over his lips again, then he ran his thumb over the hard peak.

“Use your mouth,” Rocco all but begged. He didn’t know how he sounded, if he made sense at all, but Simon’s eyes met his and he knew. He knew Simon heard him in every way.

Simon let go, letting Rocco’s dick fall to the side—aching for more, but content to wait. Bracing both hands on the bed, Simon lowered his head. The first swipe of tongue was hesitant, too light. But the second