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“Yes. We shall.”

  “Then I am the happiest man alive.”

  Jack left it at that. Anything else he might try to say could ruin the moment. And he wanted this moment to stay forever in his heart as potent and alive as it felt right then.

  Jack wasn’t sure how he made it back out to the car, but he was aware of the cooling night air, and how well Juan kept his expression blank. It most likely was a skill he had learned from working for the great Roman Pasquale for so long. Jack waited for Juan to open the back door this time. He was getting the hang of the whole movie star thing. It still seemed silly in a lot of ways, but it wasn’t bad. After all, if it meant Juan had a good job, then he supposed it was worth it.

  As soon as they were both seated and the car drove out of the parking lot, Jack could feel the tension and heat between them. He looked shyly over at Roman. There was such a look of anticipation on Roman’s face as he considered Jack, that he didn’t know how they would be able to contain themselves for the ride home. Touching was out of the question.

  “Only twenty minutes more, Jack Stone.”

  Jack’s breath hitched in his throat. It was impossible for him to speak.

  The ride took what amounted to forever for Jack, and as they passed through the elaborate wrought iron gates and up the driveway past the marble fountain, tears stung Jack’s eyes. It was all too much. The last time he had been there, all that had happened since then, and now…

  As soon as the vehicle came to a halt on the gravel driveway right next to the front steps, panic rose inside Jack.

  Roman gently touched his shoulder. “Jack?”

  He gulped in mouthfuls of air and gripped the edge of the back seat of the Hudson.

  He heard Roman say something to Juan about leaving the car for later, and Jack was relieved that Juan had left. He just wanted to be completely alone with Roman. He laughed. That was the exact opposite of the way he’d felt a while before.

  Roman slid in the seat next to Jack, put an arm around his shoulders and drew him close.

  “Jack. If you’re not ready…”

  Jack turned in Roman’s embrace, threw his arms about Roman’s neck and kissed him hard on the lips. He thrust his tongue in Roman’s mouth, aching to taste him there, and everywhere. Roman yanked Jack onto his lap, and battled him for dominance. They grasped and clung to one another in the raw hunger of denial. Roman clutched the greased strands of Jack’s hair, and held him fast in the ferocious kiss.

  Jack struggled to get as close as he could to Roman, and was finally able to straddle him. Their dress clothes tangled between them, the soft fabrics sliding into bunches, creating frustrating barriers. Jack ground his erection into Roman’s abdomen, his swollen ball sacs rubbing against Roman’s impressive hardness as he rocked back and forth.

  Roman broke the kiss and bit the side of Jack’s neck. It was just enough to simultaneously hurt and drive him wild. Roman licked the spot he’d nipped with long slow caresses of his tongue. Cum dripped from Jack’s tip, and he knew he couldn’t last. Still Roman lapped at his neck, nibbled at the sensitive crook and moved to his throat, licking his way up to Jack’s chin.

  “Oh, Roman, I need you. I need you inside me.”

  Roman stopped his journey. He pulled Jack’s head back by his hair. His eyes were even darker than Jack remembered.

  “Then you shall have what you want. But not here.”

  Roman wriggled out from under Jack and unlatched then shoved the door open. He held his hand out to Jack, and he gratefully took it. He was so shaken with his desire that it was all he could do to stand upright. Roman clasped his fingers with his and practically jogged up the steps, dragging Jack with him. Every move Roman made was tinged with desperation. Jack felt it too. It was as though, if they weren’t skin to skin immediately, they would both perish.

  Somehow they made it through the door, Roman fumbling with the outer gate, then the massive oak doors. They had just stumbled into the foyer, when Hector appeared, seemingly trying to let Roman in. He halted, obviously surprised to see both Jack and Roman standing together, hands clasped, their hair and clothing in complete disarray.

  There was a frozen pause, then both Jack and Roman erupted into laughter. Hector stood still, a look of utter confusion on his face. Finally Roman managed to get a hold of himself and wiped tears from his eyes with his free hand. It seemed as though nothing could keep them from letting go of one another.

  “Sir?” The tone in Hector’s voice was one of concern. As if Roman had just gone completely mad.

  “We’re fine, Hector, thank you. And we’re not to be disturbed.”

  Roman pulled on Jack’s hand and tugged him towards the grand staircase. Jack hurried to keep up with him, Roman’s exhilaration infecting him as well. They turned to the left when they reached the landing, and scurried into a massive room with an enormous bed. Jack came to a halt. The bed was covered in many satin throw pillows in colours of white, black and lavender. They stood on a black plush carpet, and Jack couldn’t even begin to absorb the luxury in the room. There were glass and black lacquer furnishings with gold accents. A black velvet chaise longue perched in one corner. A drinks cart held several cut crystal decanters and stemware. Sheer lavender curtains draped down from the ceiling to frame the bed. Two small deco glass lamps with pink bulbs on the nightstands were the only light in the room, and it gave the whole space a magical quality. There was so much to see that Jack just kept looking all around the room.

  Roman dropped Jack’s hand and pushed the door shut. He turned to Jack and advanced on him slowly, his chest rising and falling heavily. Jack was mesmerised by Roman’s movements, his panting. He thought he should remove his jacket, it was so damnably hot. He began to take it off, and Roman grabbed his wrists.

  “No. You are my gift, and I intend to unwrap you.” Roman’s voice was severe, and it melted Jack.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Roman closed his eyes at Jack’s words, and smiled. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “My dear Jack. How long I’ve yearned to hear you say that.” Roman opened his eyes. The darkness had returned. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

  Jack did as he was told, but was aware that he trembled as he moved. Roman approached him slowly and purposefully. Just before he reached Jack, he removed his own suit coat, and laid it carefully over the lounge chair. He kicked off his loafers, and pushed them aside with his feet, still holding Jack’s gaze. He undid his cufflinks, and set them on his dresser. Next, the waistcoat joined his jacket, and he unbuttoned his shirt and removed that. Roman stood before him in only his under tank and pleated pants. Even under the loose clothing, it was easy to tell how hard and ready Roman was.

  He stood right in front of Jack, Roman’s crotch level with Jack’s mouth. Roman tipped Jack’s face up from under his chin.

  “I’m saving myself for your ass, but I want you to taste me first. Would you like that?”

  “Very much.”

  “Then show me.”

  Roman rubbed his hands through Jack’s hair, massaging his head, as Jack unbuttoned Roman’s pants. Jack tentatively pulled aside the opening of Roman’s under shorts, and released his rock-hard shaft. He was much larger than Jack had ever seen. The tip of Roman’s erection was less than an inch from Jack’s lips. He poked his tongue out and laved the slit just under the mushroomed head. Roman gasped.

  Roman’s dick twitched and bobbed. Jack grabbed the base to steady it and guide it into his mouth. He opened wide and sucked as much of it in as he was able. In response, Roman groaned and thrust forward, still holding fast to Jack’s head by his hair. Jack opened his throat up, but Roman was so big. For a second he couldn’t breathe, and panic rose up in him again, but Roman pulled out almost all the way.

  “Run your tongue all around the tip. Yes, that’s it. Now suck lightly on the end. Oh Jesus. That’s enough.”

  Roman backed up a little, and Jack let go of Roman’s erection. Roman finished discarding the pants, picked them
up and laid them with his other clothes. He only had his undergarments left, and now Jack felt encumbered by all of his own clothing. But Roman had told him to wait.

  Sitting next to him on the bed, Roman slid Jack’s coat off inch by inch. It seemed as though Roman intended to keep up the torture of the day a little while longer. Roman removed each item of clothing meticulously, planting the occasional kiss or gentle bite on a spot of exposed skin. At last, Jack sat in nothing but his under shorts. Roman traced a finger softly along Jack’s arms, over his chest and down to his abdomen. Roman brushed his hand lightly over his back then moved up to run his fingers through Jack’s hair again. He used his other hand to caress Jack’s inner thighs, not quite reaching far enough up his leg to discover Jack’s arousal.

  “Such an angel. So pure. I have dreamt of you, Jack. Do you know that?”

  Jack was overcome by emotion. He wasn’t sure he could speak without Roman hearing him choke on his words.

  “I-I’ve dreamt of you too, Roman.”

  “Come lie with me then.”

  Roman stood and directed Jack farther up on the bed. Roman went to his nightstand, opened a small drawer and pulled out a jar. He opened it and set it on the top of the stand. Roman removed the rest of his clothing and stood nude before Jack. It was unbelievable to think that Roman Pasquale was here with him, naked, wanting him. Jack was reminded of how stunning a man Roman really was. In addition to how striking he was when clothed, he had an outstanding body. He was tall and trim, but with strong, muscular thighs, long legs and a full shapely ass. His arms were defined, his shoulders broad and his chest just muscular enough to be alluring, but not overdone. A light smattering of dark curls spread over his caramel-skinned upper torso, and a thin trail of hair began at his navel, and extended down into an inviting cluster at the root of his penis.

  Roman crawled over to Jack from the side of the bed and inserted two fingers under the waistband of Jack’s shorts. Jack was lying back on a group of pillows, and Roman simply reached under Jack’s rear and lifted him slightly to remove the last piece of Jack’s clothing. Roman cast the shorts aside and leaned on his side on one elbow, gazing at Jack’s erection. Jack was a smaller man than Roman, and although he knew that his penis was a decent size, it wasn’t anywhere near as impressive as Roman’s. He hoped Roman wasn’t disappointed.

  “Mmm. Just as wonderful as I’d imagined.”

  Jack sighed in relief.

  “Are you still okay, Jack?”

  “Yes.” He toyed with his lower lip.

  Roman traced one finger up Jack’s side, and back down over Jack’s hip bone that jutted out. Pre-cum leaked from Jack’s tip. Roman gathered the fluid with his finger, and swirled it around the swollen head of Jack’s dick. Jack hissed in through his teeth.

  “What else worries you?”

  Roman kept lazily playing with Jack’s cockhead, and Jack groaned.

  “Oh… I… I want to be good enough for you.”

  Roman reached over, grabbed Jack’s buttocks and swallowed Jack to his root. Jack’s hips arched off the mattress as he cried out. Roman was suctioning him, his throat muscles working around his shaft as Jack pumped into Roman’s mouth, the moist heat so delicious. Roman ate him greedily, as if he needed to consume all of Jack. He had been ready to come all day, and Roman’s slick, teasing tongue was going to send him over the edge too fast.

  “Roman, stop… Roman, I’m gonna…oh!”

  Jack yelled out as he shot load after load of cum down Roman’s throat. The force of his orgasm was so strong he was practically curled into a ball as he finished jerking the last drops out. His hands were clutched in Roman’s hair, and as he came back from the heaven Roman had sent him to, he realised just how hard he’d been pulling on Roman. He let go.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yank on you like that…”

  Roman chuckled deep in his throat, and looked up at Jack, still grasping his ass.

  “I take it you enjoyed that?”

  Jack nodded.

  “Mmm,” Roman continued, licking his lips. “And you are more than good enough. You are divine.”

  Jack was filled with joy. He wanted to give all of himself to Roman. His body—and his heart.

  Roman released Jack, and reached over for the jar. He dug out a generous amount of goo, slathered some on his cock, then rolled towards Jack.

  “Lift your legs at the knees.”

  Jack did as he was told, shaking with the anticipation of Roman being inside him. He was thrilled, but a little scared too. But he trusted Roman now. Roman used one of his fingers to push against Jack’s puckered entrance, and it popped in. The lubrication Roman used allowed him to easily move in and out of Jack’s ass.

  Jack felt Roman’s hot breath on the side of his neck.

  “You are unbelievably tight. I’ll be gentle.”

  Roman found the spot inside Jack that always made him shiver from want, and stroked it. Jack moaned.

  “That’s it, my dearest Jack, that’s it.”

  Roman pushed another one in, and put more pressure against that special area. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, stretching Jack’s unyielding ring of muscle. Roman pulled almost all of the way out, and pushed back in with a third digit. Jack clenched his butt cheeks around the intrusion.

  “I look forward to feeling that around my cock.”

  Jack hardened again. Roman was driving him mad. He swirled them around inside Jack some more, urged them in as far as he could, then removed them completely. Roman got up on his knees, and positioned himself between Jack’s thighs. Jack instinctively wrapped his legs around Roman’s waist, which caused Roman to smile. He bent over to kiss Jack sweetly, softly, Roman’s slicked up erection rubbing against Jack’s swollen shaft. He sat back up and positioned his thick head against Jack’s tight entrance. He paused to look into Jack’s eyes.

  “Shall I fuck you now, Jack Stone?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  With a sharp thrust, Roman breached Jack’s asshole, making it only part of the way in.

  Jack gasped. Roman stilled.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  Jack could tell that Roman had real concern for him. That alone made him want to give Roman as much as he could. He’d experienced this burning before. The desire to expel what seemed like an intrusion would pass. They would just have to take it easy.

  “It’s okay. Just go slow.”

  “Hmmm.”

  Roman pulled back out, and Jack grabbed his arm.

  “No. I want to.”

  Roman caressed Jack’s hair.

  “We will. Let me help make it better.”

  Roman grasped the jar then dug out more of the paste. He stayed between Jack’s legs, and reached between his cheeks to rub more slickness in and around his hole. He finished by slathering the remaining amount up and down his dick. He set the jar down on the bed, and pushed against Jack’s entrance again. This time, his anus was less resisting, and Roman made it farther in. He pulled out a bit then urged himself deeper, never taking his eyes off Jack’s face. He repeated the motions slowly and gently, and Jack relaxed more with each tender thrust. At last, Roman was fully seated in Jack’s ass. He stilled.

  “How are you?”

  Concern shone through Roman’s eyes. This was a side of Roman that Jack had sensed was there, but had never fully seen. Roman was so adept at projecting that he didn’t care that most people assumed that he was an insufferable bastard. But Jack had seen glimpses of someone else that Roman tried so hard to hide. Because even as Jack could feel the throbbing need of Roman’s cock buried deep inside him, Roman was expressing anxiety that he might be hurting Jack.

  “I’m wonderful, Roman. You’re wonderful.”

  Roman drew his eyebrows together, and Jack could swear that the man was tearing up. “Dear, dear Jack.”

  Roman moved a little inside Jack, and he grabbed the tops of Roman’s shoulders. He was so impaled, it was difficult to shift his hips up to encour
age Roman to attempt more. He would have to word it.

  “Harder.”

  Roman shot up his eyebrows, obviously taken aback.

  “Please.”

  Roman let out a guttural sigh, and drove into Jack with more force. Jack gasped, but closed his eyes so that Roman wouldn’t see the struggle there. Jack allowed his body to be completely taken over by Roman’s lust, and gradually relaxed into the forceful pounding, beginning to feel the erotic pressure on his insides. Jack’s erection returned as Roman’s desire built in intensity.

  As Roman slammed into him stronger and harder, Jack revelled in the slapping of Roman’s balls against the top of his butt crack, as well as the large intrusion in his ass. Jack’s dick bobbed with the powerful motion, and the combination of everything at once brought him close to the brink again.

  Jack dug his fingers harder into Roman’s shoulders, and he rose up on a wave of need that built low in his groin and tightened his balls. Roman’s sweat fell in droplets on Jack’s chest, his face twisting in ecstasy. Roman grunted with each aggressive push, and Jack knew Roman was close. He was too.

  “Oh, Jack!” Roman jerked his head up. “I love you, oh, Jack…”

  Roman’s words seared into Jack, and they both cried out together, their orgasms a simultaneous explosion of the raw need that had formed between them. They gradually stilled, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. As Roman’s cock softened, it slid out of Jack, and Roman’s seed trickled out of him. Roman remained above Jack, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his lips.

  “Roman, your nice bed cover!”

  Roman chuckled, wrapped Jack in his arms and rolled them both over. He nestled Jack in his embrace. “I don’t give a fuck about the bed cover. All that matters is that you are here in my arms where you belong, my dear Jack. My angel.”

  Roman clutched Jack to him, and it reminded Jack what Roman had cried out when he came.

  It was just the heat of the moment, right? He couldn’t have really meant it.

  But it felt right to be lying in Roman’s strong arms like this. It felt real. Jack stroked Roman’s chest, and Roman ran a hand up and down Jack’s arm. He cradled Jack’s head against the crook of his neck with the other one. Their legs were tangled together, their softened dicks pressed against one another. They stayed like that in silence for several minutes.