Saving Him

by Drea Roman

  “Roger,” I breathe out against his lips as he pulls back to look into my face. He cups the globes of my ass momentarily before raking his fingernails lightly up and down the skin of my back. I’ve slipped further down on top of him; our cocks finally touch, and I cry out at the sensation as a new wave of need crashes through me. Roger watches me, the wicked gleam in his eye replaced by love.

  “Tyler,” his voice comes out hoarse, strangled with emotion, “I love you so much. Please.”

  “Please what, Roger? I will give you anything.” My voice sounds hoarse, too, and it must be the emotion. He smiles and tears sparkle at the corner of his eyes as he repeats to me what I told him yesterday: “You. Just you, Tyler.”

  Mmmm, I murmur. “I think I will have you for breakfast.” With that, I wiggle down the bed and push at his hips until he acquiesces and pulls his knees up until his feet are under them, braced against the mattress. “Stay like that,” I command, patting one bent knee. I touch and tease him with my hands and mouth until he’s squirmy with need. “Tyler.” I smile wickedly, then swallow him whole.

  “Dear God, Tyler, I’m gonna come.” Popping off his dick for a moment, I quip, “That’s the idea, Roger. Now come down my throat.”

  As I swallow him down again, he arches up into my mouth and does as he is told. He comes apart, my lips and throat pulling him along until he can barely breathe as the waves of orgasm flow through him and into my mouth. But he is still on edge, as if he did not just come so beautifully down my throat.

  “Please, Tyler, please.” He is rolling his head back and forth across his pillow, his eyes burning with some unfulfilled need. I kiss him gently, sharing the taste of him, and I swear the heat of his flesh shoots higher by five degrees. “Yes,” he moans into my mouth. “You, I want you so badly.”

  “You have me,” I murmur in a soothing tone, unsure what he needs from me. But when I feel his hand wrap around my cock, his thumb stroking around the edge of the head, my hips buck up involuntarily, a strangled cry is wrenched from my throat. I’m too lost in the sensation to do anything but thrust into it.

  “Please. . . please.”

  I can barely think with how his thumb is caressing the head of my cock, the pre-cum slicking his skin as it glides against mine. “What do you need? Please tell me. I have to give it to you.”

  “Yes,” he moans, his other hand coming up to grab the back of my neck and yank me down into a ferocious kiss. “Please, Tyler, make love to me,” he whispers against my lips when we finally part for air. “I want you so badly. I need you so much.” My skin flashes hotter and my whole body trembles, with need, desire, longing, even love as I finally understand what Roger wants, what Roger needs, from me. I kiss his lips gently, then try to sit up, but his hand enveloping my cock stops my upward momentum.

  “Babe, you have to let that go if you want me to put it in you.”

  “Oh, God, yes!” he nearly shouts as he simultaneously drops my cock and shifts his hips, bringing his legs up, high and wide for me.

  Now it is my turn to take the Lord’s name in vain: “Oh, my God, Roger. You are so beautiful like this.”

  Laughter chokes out of him, and his smile makes him look stunned, overwhelmed, joyful, loving, and lustful all at the same time. Leaning down again, I kiss his lips and murmur, “Where did we put the condoms? The lube?” Roger laughs harder as he raises his hand to point over the side of the bed. Leaning over, I see the supplies sprawled out on the hardwood floor. Tilting my head toward him, I smirk, “Someone was in a hurry last night, weren’t they?”

  “Yes, I believe two someones were in a hurry last night. Now, this someone is in a hurry this morning.”

  “Tsk, tsk. No rushing this, babe.” I reach down and pluck up a condom and the lube. When I pull myself back up and resettle between his thighs, his legs are still splayed open for me. The heat and need roar up again inside me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to remind myself to slow down. Opening the cap, I lube up my fingers. Suddenly seized by a giddy and complete happiness, I hold up my lubed fingers and wiggle them at Roger, who bursts out laughing. Grinning, I watch his face as I gently touch him, trailing my fingers around, then across his hole, then up to his perineum, applying a little more pressure to massage his prostate from the outside.

  “Oh.” Roger jerks, the sensation momentarily too much, before he relaxes back against his pillow. “More, Tyler, please.”

  That makes me smile, and I’m sure it looks wicked, “I do love it when you beg.”

  He nods and I circle his hole more firmly as I grasp his dick lightly with my other hand. “You won’t come yet if I stroke you, will you? You’re not that close again already, are you?”

  My voice sounds dark and husky even to my own ears, and heat flushes up Roger’s neck, but clearly in lust, not in embarrassment.

  “No, not yet. But please don’t make me wait.”

  I take him at his word and press my fingers more firmly against him. Just this much, and he is squirming his hips around, chasing the sensation. Dropping his dick, I grasp one of his hips and hold him still. He takes the hint and stills, causing me to murmur approvingly. No longer able to resist the massive and beautiful cock that has risen to attention with some little effort on my part, I keep my eyes on his as I lower my open mouth to the head of his cock and swipe a quick lick across the head as I begin to press the tip of my finger into him.

  “More, Tyler, more,” he groans as I wiggle my finger around, sliding more deeply into him. I concentrate on finding his prostate and when I graze it with my fingertip, his hips buck up, sending his cock further down my throat. I moan around it, then pull off as I concentrate on adding a second lubed up finger. By the time I have worked up to three, Roger is panting and making divine whining noises in his throat. I can’t help but smile as I pull my fingers out slowly and rip open the condom wrapper. Rolling the latex down my length, I smear the lube from my fingers over it, being careful not to overstimulate myself. Unlike Roger, I haven’t come at all this morning, and I’m feeling beyond sensitive. Roger pulls his legs up higher, presenting his ass to me, and I swear if I weren’t already in love with him, something about the way he is so openly vulnerable to me, so trusting of me, would send me tumbling head over heels for him. Leaning forward, I guide myself into him slowly. I gasp as his heat engulfs me, and once I have slowly worked myself all of the way inside his body, I pause as I lean myself further over him. Kissing him gently, I begin to rock against him and almost shout out when his ass flexes around me.

  “Umm, Roger, so good, you feel so good,” I murmur against his lips. Overwhelmed a moment ago, Roger is fully with me now as he begins to thrust up to meet me. We watch each other’s eyes as we make love. It is as perfect as the last time; distinct, new, and flawless.

  When I feel his heavy legs wrap around my hips to pull me closer, a rush of power and love swamp me as I increase the pace of my thrusts. Roger is my perfect counter-point, meeting me, parting, rejoining, again and again, until I’m no longer in control. His tight walls clamp down on me, and we are thrusting so hard against each other. Each slide in and out of his body brings me to new heights of sensation, physical, and emotional. I can’t believe I’m buried inside someone so perfect for me.

  “Roger,” I call out, over and over again, turning his name into a chant as my orgasm builds and threatens to consume me.

  “Please, Tyler, yes, oh, God, yes! I need you, please! Oh, God, yes!” Roger is screaming now as our bodies thrust against each other, driven by need and love as we chase our release. His hands, which had been firmly clasping my shoulders, slide into my hair as he pulls me down for a hard kiss. He screams in my mouth as I slip my hand down to stroke his steel-hard shaft, sliding up and down firmly as I plunge in and out of him so fast and hard that I’m barely breathing anymore. Just as I feel Roger’s cock pulse in my hand, he clenches around me repeatedly, and my own orgasm erupts inside of him. I’ve never felt anything like this before; the waves of the orgasm cr
ash into me, but don’t seem to crest as I try to reach as far inside of him with my cock as possible. Pulse after pulse wrack my body, and I slide my face into the crook of his neck and sink my teeth into him. He moans and comes again, nearly as hard as the first time, sending me into an aftershock so strong that I both fear and desire its end. When our orgasms finally subside, erratic little twinges of electricity still racing through our bodies, causing us to jerk and moan, I’m finally still inside of him. Gently licking the love bite on his neck, I murmur his name against his neck, into his ear. Roger’s hands slide down my neck, my back, and cup my ass, holding me tight against him, refusing to allow me to pull out of his body, as if I would want to, as if I would even be able to do so. Pulling myself up to rest my elbows on his chest, I smile at him.

  “You know, you’re lucky you found a twink like me. I could lie on you all day long and you would barely feel me.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and Roger winks at me before giving me one last flex of his ass around my cock. That draws a little whine out of me, and I grasp the edge of the condom and pull out of him, wishing I could stay inside of him forever.

  “Oh, I can very much feel you, little one. And you aren’t that ‘little’ anyway.”

  We laugh as I rise to toss the condom into the waste basket beside the bed. I wander into the bathroom off of his room, returning with a damp wash cloth to clean my love. He watches me the whole time, and the moment is as intimate as making love to him. After dumping the dirty wash cloth in the bathroom hamper, I hurry back to bed, where Roger holds up the end of the cover to welcome me inside. He spoons me, kissing my neck, my ears, my shoulders, murmuring his love to me; I fall asleep, at peace, whole, for the first time in my life.

  Epilogue

  It is another month before I feel confident enough to take a short three-day trip to Las Vegas to check out the newest LGBT attraction. While it is a short jaunt for my return to both my blog and Vacations Magazine, I’m nervous. Roger texts me the whole time with little messages of reassurance as well as naughty memes and gifs. And more than one naughty picture of himself in bed. By the time the job is over and the wheels of the airplane are setting down in Oakland, I’m almost ready to pull my hair out with needing to touch him, taste him, and take him.

  As I come down the stairs, I spy Roger waiting for me at the baggage claim in an outfit I have never seen before. He looks like a model who just stepped off a GQ magazine cover. His dark blue suit is perfectly tailored, sitting beautifully across his broad shoulders. It is accented by a white silk button down and a pastel pink tie. As I make my way toward him through the crowd, I see that he holds a bouquet of white roses in his hand. When I stop in front of him, he hands me the flowers and bends slightly to meet my waiting lips.

  “You remembered.” I murmur against his mouth as I clasp the bouquet tightly in my hand.

  “Of course, I did. White roses are your favorite. Therefore, you must have them to celebrate the triumphant return of Tyler Henderson, travel journalist extraordinaire.”

  Giggling, I step back to admire his outfit. He allows me to run my gaze up and down his front before he does a little turn for me. When he faces me again, I step into his arms and hug tightly. “You look beautiful,” I whisper against his chest. When he chuckles, I know he heard me. His voice is soft, with a barely there hint of a growl when he replies. “You’re the only person in the world who I want to tell me that.”

  After I reward his statement with another soft kiss, and we walk hand in hand out of the airport and toward home.

  As we bask in the after-glow of reunion sex, Tyler leans over me and cups my cheek before brushing my lips with a chaste kiss.

  “Thank you, Roger, for believing in me.”

  Cupping his face with one hand, I reply, “You healed yourself, Tyler. I am just glad I’ve been along for the journey.”

  He laughs softly. “Yes, Roger, as everyone keeps telling me, I’ve done it myself. But not alone. Do you know how much harder this would be without you, your love, your support, reminding me that I have a right to exist, have a right to survive, even when others didn’t?”

  When I don’t reply, his smile deepens, causing the faint laugh lines around his eyes to crinkle up.

  “Do you think I would have gone into counseling so quickly without you?” He asks with an earnest tone to his voice. “Do you think I would have even filed the police report? If you hadn’t found me on your doorstep, it’s likely I would have died of exposure and shock. It was also possible that Eric would have found me.” He pauses, blowing out a breath. “He would have killed me.”

  “Please, Tyler, don’t say that.” My reply is thick with the tears clogging my throat.

  He cuts off my protestations with another kiss. “It’s okay.”

  Before I can reply, he lays a finger across my lips. “Yes. I understand that the situation was not okay. What I’m saying is my evaluation of the facts of the situation is reasonable. I was concussed with sprained ribs and myriad other injuries. There is no way I would have been able to fend Eric off if he had managed to follow me. I could have easily died from exposure in the rain. But here’s the fact of the matter: you rescued me. And in spite of everything, I can’t regret it all because it brought me to you, Roger. I love you.”

  I sigh now, finally understanding what he is trying to say to me. Clearing my throat of the lump of emotion, I tell him the truth. “I love you, Tyler. It doesn’t matter how you came to cross my path, I’m just so very glad you decided to stay.”

  His grin turns wicked. “As if I would ever pass up the opportunity to debauch a gentleman bear like you.” Laughing, he kisses me again and just like every time, I’m swept away by my love for this beautiful man who appeared at my doorstep one dark and stormy night.

  About the Author

  Drea Roman is an over-educated lady with cats, ferrets, lizards, a fiancé, a sister, and a wonderful village of like-minded friends, authors, and artists. There are two things in this world that make me feel authentically myself: dance and writing. I feel so blessed to have begun this writing adventure. Loving Him is book 1 in the Hearts Intertwined Series. Book 2, all fingers and toes crossed, will publish in 2019. A novella, Saving Him, is book 1.5 in the series. It will be available in early 2019. Writing plans for the new year also include two omegaverse/mpreg series. All of this coupled with too many day jobs makes Drea a ridiculously busy woman.

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