Page 48 of Sinful Sharing

He takes another step toward me. My pulse immediately jumps. I hate that, too. “She doesn’t know what happened.”

“That’s not the point.”

“And she won’t find out.”

Another step.

Now, he’s close enough that I can see the golden flecks in his eyes. Close enough for me to smell his cologne. Close enough to trigger those unholy thoughts I’ve been smothering all day.

“Roman.”

I force myself to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want to leave on bad terms with you.”

Leave. The word lands harder than it should. I thought I’d made peace with it. Oh... fuck my fucking life.

“We didn’t exactly start on good terms, remember?”

The memory of our first day almost makes me chuckle. Almost. “No, we definitely didn’t.”

“I don’t want this to be how it ends.” His smile softens. “Can we put it behind us?”

The reasonable, mature answer is yes. I nod. “Fine.”

Relief immediately brightens his face. He extends his hand. “Truce?”

I stare at it, then at him, then glance back down again. This should be simple. It’s just a handshake, nothing more. His palm slides against mine, warm despite the winter chill lingering in the air, and I close my fingers around his hand. The shake lasts no longer than it should, yet something catches between us—an almost imperceptible hesitation before our grips loosen. Still, we don’t let go. His eyes lift, meeting my stare. The easy smile he’d been wearing falters just enough for me to notice.

Just enough for a raging heat to coil deep in my stomach.

My pulse pounds against my wrist. Every nerve ending in my body awakens. Taylor’s expression changes. Slightly, but enough that I know he feels something too. He swallows, leaving me with an ache to kiss that prominent bulge in his throat.

Fuck, I want to do more than kiss his beautiful throat.

A warning goes off in my head. Taylor glances down at my front. The soft groan that escapes his mouth is my undoing. I clasp his cheeks, releasing all the restraint I’ve been denying myself these last four days, kissing him with a fierceness that steals the air from my lungs. Taylor moans as I press him against the wall, eating his mouth with insatiable hunger. His cock hardens against mine. He kisses me back with the same urgency. Every heartbeat echoes between us. Every second strips away another layer of hesitation.

Taylor gasps when I spin him around to face the wall. My fingers slide into his waistband, yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Within several heartbeats, my pants are around my ankles. He moans when I spit between his crack, lubricating his butthole. A slow, spreading heat settles in my belly as he starts bouncing on my tip. “Fuck me,” he whispers, as I slide the head inside him. “Fuck me hard.”

With both hands clutching his hips, I give him exactly what we both need. He moans and claws at the wall as I pound his perfect little hole. My balls bang against his ass cheeks. His back arches. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier. I drag my fingers down his spine, fucking him with long, deep strokes that make my balls tighten. I can feel an explosive climax building in my gut.

“Stroke yourself for me,” I groan, bottoming out, hitting that sensitive spot. His butthole tightens as he masturbates. My cock thickens inside him. Our eruptions are almost simultaneous. The sounds from our releases bounce against the four walls. For a long moment, we remain frozen in place, catching our breaths, while I brace for the post-nut clarity to seep back in.

It doesn’t.

All I feel is amazing.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I kiss his shoulder, a wave of euphoria crashing down on me. Taylor sighs, reaching up to stroke my hair. My cock twitches inside him, a sign that once won’t be enough. I want to fuck him on every single surface in this barn.

But I have a tour in... a glance at my watch springs me into action—five minutes to go. Damn it. Releasing Taylor, I grab my pants from the floor. He leans against the wall, catching his breath and watching me get dressed.

As I drag on my boots, he whispers, “Roman.”

My head snaps upward. “Yeah?”

“I want to tell you why Mom sent me here.”

“Okay…” I glance at my watch again. Three minutes. Based on his calm expression, I don’t think it’s serious. “Can we talk later?”