LOL: Laugh Out Loud (After Oscar, #2)(75)
His jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat several times. He nodded. “Thank you.” The words were whispered so softly, they barely made it the short distance between us. I reached out to run my fingers through his tousled curls.
When I spoke, my voice sounded different. Deeper and rough. “You’re not walking through life alone anymore, Scotty. I’m here beside you, and I plan on staying beside you as long as you’ll let me.”
His eyes shone. “So help me, if you make me cry in front of the star of Back Passage, I’m going to—”
I didn’t let him finish. I leaned in and took his mouth in mine to shut him up before he could tease me anymore about that fucking movie. I could feel both of our smiles against each other as my tongue sought entrance to his mouth. We rolled around kissing and teasing each other for what seemed like hours until something changed between us. Suddenly we were panting while staring into each other’s eyes, and everything went from playful and fiery to profound and intense.
He reached up and traced a finger down the side of my cheek. The expression on his face, the look in his eyes… it was impossible to describe. There was trust and lust and wonder and awe.
“Roman,” he whispered.
So many words fought for dominance on my tongue. Want, need, take, give, protect, and yes, even love. It was new and wobbly maybe, but it was there. I wanted him everywhere and in every way. Naked, underneath me. Laughing, beside me. And growing, along with me. It was different from what I’d felt for Pete. My love for Pete had been a quiet, still thing—something calm and predictable. My feelings for Scotty were loud and wild. They grabbed me by the throat, the balls, and especially tight-fisted my heart. I never knew what was coming next with Scotty, and it was thrilling.
I smoothed a palm down his face and around the back of his neck before pulling him in so our foreheads were touching.
“I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything,” I admitted in a low voice. “It’s terrifying. I’m scared I’m going to fuck it up or you’re going to run as soon as the media finds out about you.”
Scotty’s lips brushed along my jaw until they reached my ear.
“Then don’t let me.”
It was all I needed to hear before kissing him again. This time there was power and purpose behind our joining. Our lips tangled together, both of us trying desperately to delve deeper, connect something inside each of us to the other.
Scotty’s sharp intake of breath spurred me on like a lit fuse, and I wrestled him onto his back before looming over him, hands everywhere on his smooth skin and lithe muscles.
He moved his mouth down my neck to my shoulder and arm, anywhere he could reach from where he lay pinned underneath me. My cock pressed hard into the softness of his belly, and his legs came up to wrap around my ass.
“Baby, look at me,” I urged. Just watching his half-lidded eyes and the flush of arousal on his neck made me breathless.
He pulled his lips off my arm and looked at me with glassy eyes. “Huh?”
“What do you want?” If Scotty wanted my ass, it was his. But I wanted whatever would make him happiest. He’d mentioned earlier preferring to bottom, but we hadn’t been together long enough for me to assume anything. Honestly, we’d be lucky to even get to that stage since I felt like a few more pulses against his stomach might be enough to make me come.
“You inside me,” he said. “Please, Roman.”
I leaned down to kiss him again, more gently this time. His lips felt puffy against mine, and I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, enjoying every little moan and whimper that escaped him.
I ran a hand down his chest, past the hard pebble of his nipple, and to the waistband of his boxer briefs. My fingers slid easily beneath the elastic and down over the round, firm curve of his ass. I squeezed appreciatively and felt his legs tighten around me in response.
Everything about his body excited me. He was trim but strong, smooth and rough depending on where my hands happened to be exploring. When I dipped a finger into his crease, he moaned sweetly in my ear. I hadn’t even realized my lips had moved down to nibble along his collarbone while my fingers searched for his hole.
Scotty’s hands mirrored mine. They delved into the back of my shorts and grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter to him. He began mumbling to himself about pesky underwear and damned boyfriends needing to sleep in the nude as he shoved my waistband down with both hands.
Sex with Scotty was like that. It could go from intense to light and back to profound in an instant.
I moved down his body to strip his underwear off before taking care of mine as well. Seeing Scotty laid out completely naked and hard on the bed was like someone taking a firm swipe of my prostate. I felt precum leak out of me as I crawled back onto the mattress and tried to decide what part of him I wanted to devour next.
“Roll over, sweetheart.”
His eyes widened before he flipped onto his stomach and arched his adorable butt back toward me like a cat stretching in the sun. I moved up behind him and immediately grabbed those gorgeous cheeks, spreading them apart and leaning in to taste him.
I moved my tongue from his sac up to his hole and circled around before sucking and nibbling his tender skin.
“Fuck, oh fuck!” Scotty cried, suddenly unable to remain still. He pressed back into my face, and I increased the tempo, licking and sucking aggressively at his hole while holding his hips firmly to keep him as still as I could. Scotty cried out my name over and over until it was more of a broken, begging sound. When I’d finally had enough and felt like I’d loosened him up with my mouth, I smacked his ass lightly and flipped him back over.