Rooter (Double H Romance)

by Smith, Teiran

  A slow, sensual instrumental song plays on the stereo. Rooter pulls my body against his and moves his hips in time to the slow song. “By the time this night is over, I’ll have made love to every inch of your body.”

  He wraps one hand around the nape of my neck while the other travels slowly down my back to caress the curve of my ass. I roll my head to the side as he glides his tongue languidly across the sensitive skin of my neck. He backs away, removes his neck tie and opens the first two buttons on his shirt.

  Keep going. Show me that gorgeous body.

  He motions for me to finish my champagne and I quickly oblige, not the least bit gracefully. Once I’ve swallowed the last drop, he takes the glass and sets it on the table nearest us. He places his hands on my hips and resumes dancing with me, peppering my shoulder with soft kisses.

  I drape my arms around his neck as we dance. His kisses move from my shoulder, to my collar bone, to my neck. When he reaches my earlobe he pulls it into his mouth and flicks it with his warm, wet tongue. I feel a spasm between my legs.

  God the things I bet he can do with that tongue.

  His mouth claims mine, demanding that I grant him entry. When I part my lips, his tongue slides deliciously into my mouth.

  “You make me so hard.” His fingers dig into my hips and he presses his erection against my belly.

  “I can feel you,” I say, breathless.

  He flips me around so we’re dancing with my back to his front. We sway side to side as his hands move from my hips up to my breasts. Keeping one hand on my chest, he uses the other to brush my hair to one side. He pulls away and then I feel the warmth of his tongue against the skin between my shoulder blades making its way up to my neck.

  “You taste amazing,” he groans. The heat from his hand brushes my skin as he tugs at the zipper of my dress. “I want to see you.”

  My heart is already racing, but my breath hitches at the thought of him seeing me in the lace lingerie.

  Rooter backs away from me and pulls my zipper down unbearably slow. When the dress hits the floor he sucks in a breath. “Perfect.”

  He cups my bare ass and makes his way slowly to the front of me. Once he’s facing me he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and groans. He cups my left breast and flicks the nipple with his thumb. I close my eyes and shudder at the sensation of his warm touch through the thin material of the bustier.

  “I love the color of your nipples,” he declares and pinches me roughly, but I like it. “You’re so fucking hot in this. I might not take it off.”

  Keeping it on sounds hot, but I yearn to feel his mouth on my bare skin. “But how will you put your mouth on me?”

  “Don’t worry,” he says with hooded eyes. “I’m going to put my mouth on every millimeter of your body.” He licks his lips and pinches my nipple again.

  I moan in pleasure.

  “You like that?” There’s fire in his eyes and he pinches the other nipple.

  I reach up and unfasten the buttons on his shirt. Once it’s open I softly scrape my fingernails down his chest and abdomen to the waistline of his pants. I peel his shirt away from his skin, but I’ve forgotten to unbutton the cuffs. Without skipping a beat, Rooter does it for me and tosses it to the floor.

  I trace the intricate design of the tattoo on his side with my index finger up to his shoulder and down his arm. His skin is warm to the touch. He takes my hand and tugs me against him, smashing my lips with his. For a moment we’re a frenzy of tongues and hands, furiously exploring one another. But when my hand finds his erection he slows the kiss and takes my hands into his.

  “Slow,” he murmurs and kisses the top of my left hand. His breathing is erratic.

  “But I want to touch you.”

  “And I want you to touch me, but if you do it now, I’ll lose control.”

  “That’s okay with me.”

  “Eager, are we?” He winks and a bolt of electricity shoots straight to my clit.

  “Wink at me again and I’ll lose control and you won’t be able to stop me from putting my hands on you.”

  He arches a brow. “Is that right?” He winks again and my hands are pinned in his so I can’t do anything about it.

  “That’s not fair,” I pout. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

  Rooter shakes his head but his rueful expression tells me he knows exactly what it does to me. “Why don’t you tell me?”

  Without giving me time to answer he turns my arm over and holds it up to his mouth. I throw my head back and shiver as he glides his tongue from the base of my wrist up to the inside of my elbow and then blows on the skin. His mouth is simply sinful.

  “That’s what I’m going to do to your entire body.” He spins me around and points to the hallway leading to the bedroom. “Walk.”

  I obey, knowing he’s following me and watching my ass with every step I take, making me feel bashful and brazen at the same time. I like that he’s watching me, but I hope he likes what he sees.

  “Turn around,” he grunts upon reaching the bed. When I do I’m met by a pair of smoldering eyes. He definitely liked what he saw. His eyes drop to my chest and he grips his length. “Lay back on the bed.”

  I slide onto the bed and lay flat while Rooter unhooks his belt. I lick my lips in anticipation of seeing him naked. He slips his pants off and approaches me with his boxers still on, straining against his erection. He reaches for my foot and brings it to his lips and licks the instep. While it feels fantastic, my initial reaction is to pull away. He grips my ankle tightly and repeats the act.

  “Oh!” I call out at the foreign sensation.

  He crawls onto the bed and his mouth moves to my calf and he continues to lick and kiss all the way up to my inner thigh. “You taste so good, babe.”

  Rooter flips me over and before I know it, I feel the warm wetness of his mouth on my right ass cheek. He playfully bites and kisses the skin before moving to the other side. He places a trail of wet kisses down my leg to that foot’s instep where he licks me once again.

  “Does that feel good?” He asks in a raspy voice.

  “So good,” I pant.

  He rolls me over and stares at me with hungry eyes. Leisurely, he crawls between my legs, presses himself into me and groans. He takes my left arm and nips and licks it all the way to my shoulder, across my collar bone to the other shoulder and arm. The man meant it when he said he was going to make love to every inch of my body.

  “You’re beautiful, Sophie,” he rasps through ragged breaths.

  Rooter lifts my hands above my head and begins to untie the bustier. By the time he gets to the end of the laces he seems as impatient to get his hands on me as I am to have them on me. Once the bustier is open, he places his right hand on the skin between my breasts and leans in to give me a wet kiss. His hand slides from my chest, down my stomach and back up before cupping my left breast. I arch my back in response as he plays with my nipple, twisting it gently between his thumb and index finger turning it into a stiff peak.

  “I love how you respond to my touch,” he murmurs before taking it into his mouth.

  I cry out the instant his oh so talented tongue touches my delicate flesh. It swirls around and around as he nips and sucks until I can barely take anymore. And then he pulls away and blows cool air onto the skin giving me a chill. He leans down and roughly sucks the skin below my nipple to leave his mark. Once he’s finished with that breast, he moves to the other. He looks up to see me watching him as he swipes his tongue across my pert nipple.

  I writhe beneath him as he places a series of wet and dry kisses down my belly to the top of my panties. Oh my God. No longer able to resist, I lower my hands and rake my fingers through his silky hair. My body quivers in anticipation of feeling his hands and his mouth on my most sensitive spot. He smirks at me when he lifts my legs and kisses my inner thigh. My legs go slack as he grazes the delicate skin right next to my center, getting dangerously close to the fabric of my thong. I breathe in and out
rapidly, desperate for that intimate contact.

  “Touch me, please,” I beg, unable to take another second of this torment.

  He bows down and flicks his tongue against the skin next to the fringe of my panties. I whimper, a mixture of pleasure and desperation from the erotic sensation. If he just moved his tongue an inch to the left it would be right where I yearn for it to be. When he finally shifts his face to the left and presses against my entrance and inhales I nearly lose my mind. His face. Is. Right. There. Only a thin strip of cloth blocks his mouth from touching my sensitive skin.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he murmurs. “I bet you taste even better.

  Using his thumb, he strokes my covered slit up and down causing me to cry out. I’m panting as he hooks his fingers on each side of my thong and pulls it down my legs.

  This is really happening.

  On his way back up he sprinkles my leg with kisses wet and dry and strokes the inside of my thighs before spreading them wide. There’s a carnal hunger in his eyes as he gazes at my exposed pink flesh. He licks his lips and then looks into my eyes as though seeking permission.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  He begins by gently stroking the skin on the outside of my entrance and works his way inward. Nothing could possibly prepare me for the sensation of his fingers coming into contact with the most delicate part of me. My back arches off of the bed when his thumb finds and circles my clit again, and again.

  “You’re so wet, babe,” he rasps and continues to play with me, up and down and around.

  My eyes screw shut and my legs begin to quiver as pressure mounts in my center. “Rooter,” I moan. I’m teetering right on the edge when his fingers stop moving. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Look in my eyes, babe,” he speaks lovingly. When I do, he’s wearing a serious expression. “When we’re making love, I want you to call me Jace.”

  I pull my eyebrows together in confusion. Our eyes are locked when he reaches out and strokes my clit with his thumb. He dips just the tip of a finger into my entrance but it’s enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.

  “I want to hear you say my name, baby,” he coos and leans his face into me.

  And then his tongue is. On. My. Clit.

  “Jace!” I squeeze my eyes shut and bask in the sensation of his tongue swirling around and around.

  I grip his head and scream his name again as he glides his tongue up and down my wet slit. He works my swollen nub with his thumb and delves his tongue into me. A guttural groan escapes my lips as he brings me closer and closer to my peak, working me with his hand and his mouth. His glorious fucking mouth. Nothing has ever felt as good as his wet, velvety tongue dipping inside me.

  Slight shockwaves begin to hit me as I become dangerously close to going off. He grips my outer thighs as he slows his pace and rubs and licks leisurely. I chant his name again and again. Everything falls away but the sensation of his tongue and thumb working me as I fall apart.

  I lay for a moment with my hand on my chest, gasping for air, unable to fully comprehend the enormity of what I just experienced. When I finally come to, Rooter is laying alongside me with a proud smile on his glistening lips. I can’t speak. I can’t move.

  He rolls on top of me and presses his cock between my legs. The only thing stopping him from entering me is the cotton of his boxers. He brushes his wet lips against mine and licks the seam, asking for entry. When his tongue finds mine it tastes of me, but I don’t mind. He kisses me slow and tender, rolling his tongue along mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and ghost my fingertips up and down his back as we continue our sensual kiss.

  Rooter pulls away and sits on his knees before me. My eyes move with his hands as he reaches down and grips his erection. My sex clenches with need as I watch him stroke his cotton covered length. His hand moves to the elastic of his boxers and he pulls the material down at an achingly slow pace. He’s teasing me, knowing how I yearn to see him. Finally, his hard shaft springs forward. With his free hand he reaches for mine and places it around his girth. He hisses as he guides my hand up and down the smooth skin.

  “Fuck that feels good,” he grunts and closes his eyes continuing to move my hand up and down his length. After a few more strokes, he crawls off the bed and removes his boxers.

  I marvel at the magnificence of his naked body. His broad shoulders, muscular arms and thick thighs are pure perfection.

  Rooter slinks next to me and lies on his back, his dick standing proud. He reaches for my hand again and places it around the brick hard shaft. He never takes his eyes off of me as I stroke him the way he showed me. Pre-cum appears on the tip and I instinctively lower my head and swipe my tongue across the slit to taste it. He tastes good; salty and all man. I’ve never performed oral sex, but I’ve seen it done on porn and Miranda has given me lots of advice on the topic.

  Rooter sucks in a breath and mutters a curse as I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick before taking it into my mouth. I pull back and lick him from the base back to the sensitive spot beneath the tip and flick back and forth causing him to buck off the bed.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groans and grabs a fistful of my hair.

  His cock becomes even more engorged as I work him, gripping his shaft as I suck him up and down. With my free hand, I cup his balls and massage gently—a tip from Miranda. I glance up to make eye contact as I fondle him.

  “I love the way your lips look wrapped around me.” He throws his head back and groans. His cock twitches warning me he’s getting close. I stop sucking but continue to play with his balls.

  “You taste so good,” I murmur, proud of the pleasure I was able to give him. Not too bad for a novice.

  “That was amazing, babe.” Rooter pants for air. “Come here.” He rolls to his side and pulls me against him.

  His lips find mine and kiss me passionately. His hands wind into my hair as his mouth moves against mine. When I reach down and cup his firm ass, he rolls on top of me and seats himself between my legs. It would be so easy for him to slide into me. Instead, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against my bare flesh, up and down and around and around.

  “I can make you come this way,” he teases and nips at my neck.

  “I know.”

  He pulls back to gaze in my eyes, but his hips continue to move. “I need to be inside you. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  Yearning swims in his deep brown eyes. He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before reaching over to the nightstand. He brings the foil packet to his mouth and winks as he rips it open with his teeth. My sex clenches at the sight of him rolling it onto his swollen length.

  “Look at me, Sophie.” His voice is tender and his hand gently caresses my belly.

  When I peer up I’m met by soft, caring eyes.

  “If at any time you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, tell me. Okay?”

  I nod.

  “I need the words, babe.”

  “I’ll tell you.”

  He leans down and gives me a slow, loving kiss. He places the tip of his hardness at my entrance and pauses to look into my eyes. I grip his biceps and close my eyes as he slowly pushes in until he’s seated fully inside me, filling me completely.

  “You okay?” He asks and kisses my cheek.

  It’s uncomfortable, but not overly painful. It’s a pleasurable discomfort. “I’m okay.” I give him a reassuring smile.

  Rooter pulls back and pushes in again at the same languid pace with which he entered me. I bite my lower lip and moan, prompting him to move again, but at a faster speed.

  “You feel so good,” he grunts and rocks into me with a bit more force. I can tell he’s straining to hold back.

  When he pulls back again I grab his ass and guide him forcefully back into me. “You don’t have to be careful. I’m okay.”

  Rooter moans and moves inside of me with faster, stronger thrusts. He finds a delicious rhythm, pushing into me again and again and then rolls hi
s hips, circling his hardness inside of me.

  “You’re so tight,” he groans.

  I arch my back, pressing my nipples against his chest prompting him to lean down and suck them. Our bodies move together as though they’ve done dance this a thousand times. He picks up the pace and rocks into me harder and faster until our bodies are slick with sweat. My breasts bounce up and down as I meet him thrust for thrust. His lips brush my jaw and his breath is warm against my skin. I drag my fingers up his back.

  “Rooter,” I call out as I feel my climax rising.

  “Jace. Call me Jace, baby.”

  “Jace,” I say and shudder, so very close to the brink.

  “Come for me baby.” He rocks into me. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

  His dirty talk sends me flying over the edge. My sex tightens around his shaft and I shout his name as I come apart in his arms.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come. You’re gonna make me come, babe.” Rooter stops thrusting and I feel him pulse inside me. His body trembles and he groans with his release. Several moments later he collapses on top of me, barely able to hold his weight up with his elbows.

  We both lay together long enough to catch our breath. Rooter kisses my cheek before rolling off of me and gives me a “Yeah, that’s right” grin.

  Chapter 39

  Back To Reality

  My eyes are trained on Rooter’s tight ass as he goes to the bathroom to discard of the condom. Even though he’s no longer inside me, I can still feel him; a delicious reminder of what just took place. I’d often wondered what my first time would be like and the way he just made love to me far exceeds my fantasies.

  Technically, it wasn’t my first time, but it would’ve been had I been given a choice.

  When he returns and crawls into the bed beside me I turn to face him. “That was…” I pause to come up with the right word to describe the experience. “There aren’t words to describe how good that was.”

  He strokes my cheek. “Babe, you did so good.”

  I arch a brow. Had he expected me to suck?