Complementary Colors by Adrienne Wilder Page B

the counter.
    I propped my head on my hand. “I think I’m cold, Roy.”
    “I’ll turn up the heat.”
    “Why don’t you come over here and join me instead?”
    “The coffee.”
    “It will keep.”
    “You need to eat.”
    “No, what I need is your cock in my ass.” I bent my knees and spread my legs.
    Roy closed his eyes for a moment. The microwave beeped, and he returned to the kitchen. When he came back out, he carried a bowl of soup and set it on the bedside table. His gaze stayed on the ground.
    “Here.” He stirred it with a spoon. “It’s just canned, but it will help you get warm.”
    “Look at me, Roy.” He stopped moving. “Quit playing innocent and look at me.” The hunger in his eyes turned them black. I sat up enough to pull his shirt out of his pants and slide my hands up his stomach. His skin burned my fingertips.
    Roy clasped one of my hands between his. “You’re freezing.” He tugged the comforter around my shoulders. I grabbed him by his face and slammed our mouths together.
    The surprised sound Roy made vibrated across my tongue. I forced him to open wider, to take me deeper. He resisted only for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around me, cupping the back of my head as he pushed me into the mattress.
    I locked my legs around Roy’s hips and rolled us over. He didn’t even have time to look surprised before I’d yanked his jeans open, freeing his cock. The thick length of flesh curved toward his stomach.
    “Tell me what you want,” I said.
    Roy watched me with wide eyes.
    “C’mon, Roy, you gotta have some idea.”
    His chest heaved with every breath.
    “Alright, then I’ll decide for you.” His jeans abraded my cock and balls on my way down his legs. I closed my lips over his dick and took him to the back of my throat.
    “Oh, God.” Roy put his hand on the back of my head. “God, Paris, that’s…” A tremor ran down his legs.
    I hummed around him as I pulled to the tip. Another downstroke made him tighten his grip on my hair. Every slide of my lips milked another bitter drop of precum.
    Roy pumped his hips, pulled my hair, and forced me to take him so deep it became a choice between obeying and breathing. I struggled to time my inhales with the pulls on his cock.
    I was sure I was close to passing out when he pulled me up and under him. Roy kicked off his boots, shoved his jeans down his legs, and yanked his shirt over his head so fast a couple of the buttons popped off. Then he covered me with the scorching mass of his body.
    “I want to fuck you.” A primal growl followed his words.
    I yanked his hair. “Then do it.” He attacked my neck with violent kisses. “That’s it…more.” He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. “Yesss—”
    Roy fumbled with the drawer on the bedside table. He pulled away from me long enough to pour lubricant over his cock. It dripped in silky rivulets down the length.
    He dropped the bottle and collected the excess on his fingertips.
    “Now,” I said.
    “Just let me…”
    I twisted free and flipped over on my stomach. “Fuck me.” I drew my knees up and put my ass in his face.
    “Goddamn you.” He pushed the head of his cock into my opening, then his powerful legs pummeled me with every thrust.
    I managed to pull myself up on the headboard. The change in angle tightened my body until every pump he gave me skimmed across my prostate. Electric bursts rode up my spine.
    “Harder.” I had to lock my arms to keep from being smashed against the wall.
    Flesh slapped against flesh. Sweat sprinkled my back. An inferno seared away the chill in my bones.
    “Good, so gooood—” I clenched.
    To keep his rhythm, he had to grip my hips with enough force to bruise. The glorious assault added pain to the pleasure.
    The hum growing in my balls spread until all I could feel was his cock sliding in and out, striking sparks of pleasure that threatened to burn me to ash.
    A groan ticked out of Roy’s chest, becoming a guttural