Love Him Free (On the Market #1) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,76

steady. He rose to his knees and turned, but not completely. Rocco’s thigh was still molten hot against his own. ‘I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me. Come inside me.’

Rocco shivered, and for a moment of wild unease, Simon thought his plea was going to be rejected. Then Rocco let out a noise almost like a wounded animal and gathered Simon to him. He pulled Simon astride his bent thighs, back to his chest. His rock-hard cock slid between Simon’s cheeks, and Rocco’s mouth attached to the back of his neck in a painful, sucking kiss.

“Say it again,” Rocco demanded, not letting go.

Simon lifted his hands. ‘Fuck me. Come inside me.’

Rocco didn’t let Simon go. He shuffled forward, then reached for the nightstand drawer and took out lube and condoms. Simon knew it wouldn’t be bare. Rocco was a porn star and it was the only way to be truly safe, no matter how often he was tested. And that was fine. Simon wanted it messy, but he wanted it however Rocco could take him.

Rocco’s eyes slipped shut, then he leaned in and put his mouth to Simon’s shoulder before speaking—unclear but understandable, “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh.”

Simon nodded hard enough Rocco could feel it, and he liked that Rocco trusted him enough not to open his eyes then. Simon followed him into the dark. It was soothing, calming, even though he didn’t know what was coming.

He heard the snap of the bottle, then two fingers were between his ass cheeks as a large arm wedged itself between their bodies. Rocco didn’t waste time. Simon’s hole was still spit-slick and a little open, and Rocco’s finger slid all the way in without much resistance. Simon shuddered from head to toe, his eyes still squeezed shut. He lolled his head back and Rocco attacked his jawline with kisses as he added a second finger.

This is it, Simon thought. This is it. He wanted to think there was no going back, but that line had been crossed the moment he sent Rocco his Twitter message. This was simply the inevitability—the end to that road—and maybe the beginning to another.

Bodies were made for pleasure.

A rabbi had said that once when he was a teenager, at the Temple Emmanuel down the hill. Some of the kids in that class were as lost as he was when it came to their bodies and what they were allowed to have. Simon didn’t understand then what he was willing to give in place of his desires, and what he was willing to take in place of his faith. But he had always assumed it was one or the other.

Hashem gave us pleasure for a reason.

Such a simple answer. Simon knew even then he liked men—and he was too afraid to voice that. But he thought it applied now. Maybe. He wanted to believe such a large, all-encompassing God wouldn’t condemn him to a life of suffering for what his body wanted. For this thing he had no control over.

But oh, he had control now. He felt it as Rocco’s entire body pushed against his—frantic with his own need to bury himself in Simon’s ass.

There would be more—for the camera. Simon would perform again later and give something—and take something—that he never had. But he hadn’t realized how happy he was to have this moment, this experience, knowing it was just them.

That it would always be just them.

‘Are you ready for me?’ Rocco asked.

Simon nodded, squeezed Rocco’s arm, lifted onto his knees a bit higher so Rocco could get the condom on. He felt it—the slight, uncomfortable press of latex, but it was slick with lube and rock-hard and throbbing with Rocco’s desire.

Rocco’s desire for him—for Simon. No one else.

Simon went pliant as Rocco started to push inside—and the pressure and the stretch was so much. He swore he felt like he would split in half, but he wouldn’t have given it up for the world. His hands grasped the sides of Rocco’s thighs as his lover finally slid all the way inside.

“My precious Simon,” Rocco said against his ear.

Simon’s eyes rolled back in his head and his heart constricted as Rocco began shallow thrusts. He grunted with them, spreading his legs further, leaning back. He wanted this, wanted to spend every second filled up with Rocco.

And then, the angle changed, and Rocco hit something that made Simon cry out and lurch forward. Rocco