Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I bit my lower lip. “Milton may have been named when my cousin and her seven-year-old daughter came over to see the house a few weeks ago, but yes. I did name my robot vacuum, and I’m not ashamed to say it.”
“Fuck,” Rome murmured.
“I know. I’m ridiculous.”
“No.”
“At the very least, I’m a total fucking weirdo—”
Rome clicked his tongue. “Well, yes, but lucky for you, I really, really like weirdos.”
I leaned back on my elbows, taking a deep breath and regaining composure. I watched him closely, noticing a little dusting of freckles just beneath his eyes.
“Well, I’m sorry about Milton,” I offered.
Rome hummed. “Oh, Casey,” he purred, reaching out to stroke his fingers along my arm. “What am I going to do with you?”
“A whole lot of things, I hope,” I said. “Hopefully lots of them involving your tongue?”
“Baby. You already know me so well.”
He dipped to kiss me again right away, the wet rush of his tongue hitting mine.
Goddamn, the nerve on him. I’d never been with someone who would have the guts to call me baby the first time we’d ever hooked up, but that was just another reason why Rome was special. From the moment we’d met, it had felt like some small part of him really had known me. Something had instantly clicked—something I hadn’t known had been missing from my world until tonight.
“God, I want to make you come,” I whispered against his lips as he pulled away. I rocked my hips upward, the outline of my cock rutting up against his. “Are you going to make me beg?”
He groaned, lifting up a little, his gaze meeting mine. “I wasn’t going to, but now I kind of want to hear what you sound like when you’re begging.”
“I have zero shame. I’ll do it.”
“Try me.”
I sucked in a breath of air, looking deep into his eyes. The glow of the Christmas tree light hit one side of his face, illuminating his hair like he was in a damn painting, as some sort of Greek god.
“Please let me worship your cock,” I said to him, bringing one of my hands to the side of his face. “I want to service you. To let you fuck my mouth like… like you own me.”
“Like I own you,” he repeated softly, doing that thing again where it felt like he was looking right into my soul.
I pulled in a breath. “Yes.”
“I already have you wrapped around my finger,” he said, skating his fingertips along my skin and giving me goosebumps.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I moved out from under him, pushing my body onto his so that I was straddling him.
I had no clue what I was doing. But I knew one thing: I wanted to give this man the gift of coming so hard he’d never forget me. Even if this was a one-night thing. Even if we never spoke again after tonight.
If one day, this was just a far-flung Christmastime memory for him, I wanted it to be fucking good.
4
ROME
Holy hell in a snow-filled fucking handbasket, I’d never predicted my night could turn out like this.
I was the luckiest guy in Colorado, apparently.
“Good,” I murmured, marveling at Casey. “You have my permission. My cock is all yours, and I think you know that.”
Our positions were reversed now. He straddled me on the soft rug near the Christmas tree, and I lay back, letting my head rest on the soft, plush edge of the tree skirt beneath it.
It was my own little heaven. My whole field of view was the edge of a pine tree, soft twinkle lights, and then him. A ball of nervous, adorable, fucking hot as hell energy, all wrapped up in a mouthy 23-year-old.
He made quick work of my belt, undoing it quickly and reaching for my button and zipper afterward. I wanted to freeze every moment in time but also didn’t dare stop him. He pulled down my pants and boxer briefs in one motion, my cock bobbing free.
Casey looked at, practically drooling.
“Oh, fuck you,” he said, almost looking pained as he gazed at my cock.
I leaned upward a little. “What?”
“Even your dick is perfect,” he said, shaking his head slightly, an agonized expression on his face. “It’s like I dreamed this up. I’m not dreaming right now, right? Because I’m going to be really mad if this isn’t real.”
“Do you really think Milton would have made an appearance if this was all a dream?”
Casey snorted, then let out a sigh. “Guess you’re right. Can’t say my vacuum makes many cameos in my dreams. But you… you are right out of them, Rome.”
I sucked in a quick breath as Casey dipped low, pressing a neat row of little kisses along the top of my thigh. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to worship me—I’d half expected him to plunge down right onto my cock, but he was savoring everything, and taking his time.