Play Acting by Morticia Knight

Author:Morticia Knight [Knight, Morticia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-08-10T04:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Both of them simultaneously fell into raucous laughter. The spasms from Max’s hilarity had regretfully pushed Roman’s softening dick from his body.

“Come along, my sweet devil. Let’s get you into the bathroom where I can wash off your delectable body.”

Max allowed himself to be lifted by the waist then turned into Roman’s embrace. He was thrilled by the wide smile on Roman’s face, the look of joy in his eyes as he held Max. He was hopeful that what had just occurred between them meant more than a shared physical chemistry that had simply become an uncontrollable urge to fuck.

“What about your delectable body, Roman? May I have the pleasure of tending to it as well?”

“Mmmm. I would love to have you tend to me. We shall care for one another.”

Roman kissed his forehead then cautiously tasted his mouth as if he were mindful of his bruised lip. Roman broke the kiss, his gaze boring into Max’s eyes, leaving him feeling weak and pliant in Roman’s strong arms. Roman released him then took his hand to lead him to the other room. It was difficult to believe that he was with Roman, despite how they’d been building up to their union since—he now realized—the moment they first met.

As Roman went through the motions of getting the water ready, gathering towels, laying one on the floor—Max noted how Roman continuously renewed their physical connection. A brush of Roman’s fingers on Max’s arm or ass, a squeeze of his hand or a gentle peck on his cheek all served to seemingly reassure Max of Roman’s affection. Once steam began to fill the room, Roman pulled the curtain aside, grasped Max’s hand then led him inside. The heated water soothed his aches, relaxing him as Roman embraced him close, stroking his torso, his hands never still. Roman nibbled on his earlobe and Max wondered how much showering they might actually do.

“We haven’t eaten the profiteroles yet, my dearest Max.” Roman hummed against his neck. “Would you let me feed them to you?”

Max was surprised when his cock jerked, blood pooling in his length, Roman’s words bringing him to life again.

“You said they’re one of your favorite things, right?”

Roman chuckled, the vibrations reverberating against Max’s skin. “Remember, not as favored as you, my little devil.”

Max became uncharacteristically shy. Suddenly he wanted to know if Roman truly cared for him, but wasn’t accustomed to needy emotions. Even when he’d desperately wanted André to feel more for him, all he’d ever done was either use his sexual wiles or reason with him as a fellow artist. With Roman, there was an inner certainty that they were meant for one another that went beyond their physical desires or ability to mesh together as actor and director. It frightened him. Hugging Roman tighter, he also nuzzled his chest. Roman responded by increasing his hold and kissing his head over and over. He felt something rub against his back and knew that Roman was using a cake of soap on him.

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