Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(60)

I lick my lips, so desperate for this I want to rush through it, but I’ll hate myself forever if I don’t take my time.

“You’re going to have to ease me into it,” Payne says in that sexy, deep voice of his, reaching for the lube in my bedside table. “I organized things in the shower earlier, but it’s been a really, really long time.”

They were together, what, a decade? If his ex didn’t top him, then he’s not exaggerating. I need to make this good.

“You never used toys?” I ask.

Payne scowls. “I tried. He didn’t like it because it—get this—made him feel insecure.”

“Fuck …”

“Asshole.”

I hate Kyle with every cell in my body. Fuck him for making Payne feel that way. “Just saying, if you want to buy yourself a dildo and put on a show for me, I’m one hundred percent here for that.”

He grins. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” I drop my boxer briefs and step out of them, giving my cock a slow, loose stroke before I climb up onto the bed.

Payne greedily watches every movement as I crawl over him. I’ll never be able to tell him how amazing I think he is, so when I lean down to kiss him, I try to make him feel it. I want him to know, without a doubt, that no matter what that asshole might have done, Payne deserves the world.

His big hands palm my ass, dragging me over until our cocks line up.

I chuckle into his mouth. “Someone’s impatient.”

“You just feel so good against me.”

“Wait until I’m inside you.”

His groan rumbles in his chest. “I don’t think I can. Fuck, I need this.”

I press another kiss to his lips, linger, kiss him again. Being with him like this makes me indescribably happy. I chuckle and kiss him deep, and when I finally drag myself away from his mouth, he’s smiling too.

I take the lube from him and cover my fingers, then kneel between his legs. His hard cock is resting against his stomach, begging me to taste him again, so I lean forward and run my tongue from base to tip.

He’s so goddamn perfect. And okay, that’s me wearing Payne-goggles, but there isn’t a single thing about him I’d change. Including his cock. It’s long and thick, has a prominent vein running along it, and the head is swollen and red and … I lean forward to seal my mouth around him as I reach between his legs. I hum at the taste. That’s perfect too.

My fingers find his hole, and I rub at the skin, softening the resistance as I bob up and down on his cock. I listen to the way Payne’s breathing deepens, the way it cuts short when I wrap my tongue around him, and stops altogether the second my finger breaches his ass.

“Damn, that feels weird.”

I pop off his dick. “Good weird, or …”

“Just weird weird.”

I slowly move my finger, watching his face for signs of discomfort as I stroke in and out. “This okay?”

“Yeah, keep going. It’ll take me a minute.” Payne spreads his legs more, and I watch the way his balls flex, mesmerized by the sight. “Get another finger in there.”

“Ohh, bossy. I like this side of you,” I say but do as I’m told. He moans, and not in an entirely good way, so I dive back on his cock again. I’m determined to make him feel good, to want to do this with me all the time, and because I’m not about holding back, I spill exactly what’s on my mind.

“Anytime you want me to suck your cock, or touch you, or fuck you, or if you want to fuck me, I’m always on board. Just so you know.”

His stare gets heavier as he reaches down to stroke my cheek. “What if I want to suck your cock? I haven’t had a turn of that yet.”

I whimper and tug on my balls. “Oh yeah. That too.”

“And if I want to touch you? Or kiss you?”

“Whenever you want it.”

Payne’s sexy grin sets off butterflies in my gut. “I wish we’d done this sooner.”

“It would never have worked,” I point out. I don’t mention Kyle’s name because I don’t want Payne thinking of anyone but me right now. Even before his ex though, we were teenagers, and that shit rarely turns out to be forever. “Besides … if we’d done it before, we wouldn’t be going through exactly this now, and I’ve gotta say … this is in the top three hottest moments of my life.”

He laughs. “What were the other two?”

“You should know.”

He frowns like he’s thinking.

“You were in both of those too.” Blinking up at him, I suck his cock back into my mouth, never breaking eye contact. He watches me greedily until I rub over that spot inside him that makes his toes curl into the sheets and his head drop back.

“Nrgh, yes, that’s it.”

I focus my attention on his cock as I work another digit in and stretch him open. Prepping has always been one of the hottest moments for me, and I never like to rush it, but with Payne, I’m in a constant battle with myself between getting him as ready as possible and finally being inside him.

I peg his prostate between stretching, and his cock is leaking, leaving salty spurts on my tongue with every swipe over the tip.

Then his hands close under my arms, and he hauls me up the bed. His lips crash against mine, tongue surging into my mouth in a way that leaves me breathless and wanting more.