Love Him Free (On the Market #1) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,61

pass was firmer. The third had a hint of teeth, and then he closed his lips around Rocco’s nipple and sucked.

Rocco had been taken to the edge of ecstasy before—but not like this. Not with such a simple touch, such a simple thing. Pleasure shot up his spine, and somewhere in the back of his mind something asked, ‘Is this what it’s supposed to feel like when you’re in love?’

The thought was terrifying.

He was brought back to the present by Simon’s hands—braver now, stronger. They pulled his shirt off, Rocco squirming to help, the neck of it totally disordering his hair. He flopped back to the pillows just in time for Simon to attack his jeans in the same way, and seconds later, they were naked together.

Simon hovered over him, his own dick plumping up, and his lips parted. His chest rose and fell like he was panting, but he didn’t look afraid. He braced himself on his knees, then took his hands to the broad expanse of Rocco’s chest. He felt around them, the curves, the dips, the thick hair in the center. They trailed up to his neck, gripping tight then as he leaned in to kiss Rocco with a full, plush, open mouth and wet tongue.

He groaned against Simon, his hips seeking friction, and he found it. Simon’s legs spread over him, and Rocco’s cock began to drag against the groove in Simon’s hip. It was too dry, it wasn’t enough—and it was also everything. Simon held his own lower half still, letting Rocco take what he wanted until he was wild and nearly at the edge.

Just before he crashed over, Simon pulled back, and Rocco felt himself sob. When he opened his eyes, Simon was staring at him. He’d shifted down, straddling lower on Rocco’s legs, and his hand was reaching for Rocco. Tentative fingers traced his balls, traced down closer to his hole. The mad thought hit him—Simon would be inside him soon.

He almost came again.

Then Simon’s hand finally curled around him, and he met Rocco’s eyes with a furious look—echoing the possession that had overcome Rocco right before they began. His arm moved, hand squeezing from base to tip, and he didn’t stop until Rocco was spilling in hot ropes between them.

Rocco watched Simon, who watched the whole thing in wide-eyed wonder. His mouth was half open, his tongue out like he wanted to taste. Rocco reached down with weak fingers and swiped a bit, then held it like an offering.

Simon stared, jaw tense. He swallowed thickly, and just when Rocco thought it was too much, he closed his lips and sucked the fluid off, swallowing deeply. Rocco felt something on Simon vibrate, his lips barely moving. He thought maybe he’d said something, or maybe he just moaned.

It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way Simon was staring at him—in love, in wonder, in a little fear. Rocco understood. And it was okay, because as he opened his arms to Simon, he fell into them—willing, without hesitation, without second guessing.

His cock was wet and soft against Rocco’s thigh, and Rocco realized he’d come again. For him—only for him. Not for a video, not for an audience. That climax belonged to the both of them.

Rocco turned on his side with Simon clutched close, and he nuzzled their lips together. When he pulled back, he had just enough space to ask, ‘Okay?’

And Simon had just enough space to reply, ‘Perfect.’

Chapter Fourteen

Simon leaned against the deck, staring at the morning horizon. The sun rose in front of the house, not behind it, and the sky was an ombre blue stretching from rich royal to a fair cerulean high above him. His coffee was warm between his hands, and he tugged Rocco’s sweater tighter around his body, basking in the scent of it, and the warmth. It wasn’t as good as his lover, but it was close enough for the moment.

Rocco had earned his time to sleep in. Four nights, they had stayed up late—first with Rocco taking Simon apart with the drag of fingers, the press of lips—and then being laid down on the bed and slowly taking his lover apart with his own mouth, with the edges of his fingernails, with the pressure in his hands as he urged Rocco over the edge.

The first night had been a revelation. Simon had never put much stock in the idea of being pleasured, or pleasuring someone. He understood sex—he had watched Rocco in more scenes than he currently