Page 64 of Right Side of Paradise

Again & Again

Steam clouded the air when Rico pushed the foggy glass door open and stepped out of the shower, securing his towel around his waist.

I spit mouthwash into the sink and waited for him to join me at the vanity.

It felt like I hadn’t seen him since Soul’s birthday. The end-of-summer tourist rush at the bar had me going in earlier and crawling in bed an hour or two before one of them woke up.

Last night, Harlow waited up for me downstairs, and I didn’t know how she was functioning at Lyric’s shop right now. But she said it was worth being able to show me what she was working on and tell me good night. Even though she fell asleep less than five minutes after I got home.

I knew I’d see Soul on his day off tomorrow, and on the weekend.

As entwined and domestic as our lives had become, I still found myself craving more. I missed them when I wasn’t around.

That longing lifted some when Rico rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I haven’t made you breakfast in a while, what you want?”

Just when I was getting used to the feel of his arms around me, he kissed my shoulder and let me go. I followed him to the closet attached to the bathroom and lost my train of thought when he dropped the towel. And I was transfixed when he walked over to his dresser to put on deodorant and lotion.

All of Rico was a fucking work of art, but his ass was a masterpiece.

His muscular back and waist tapered to the most mouthwatering shelf .

His glutes were toned and round. Perfect.

Just like the rest of him. Oblivious to my lingering stare, he stepped into a pair of sweats with nothing else on and turned around, stopping when our eyes clashed.

“Can we talk?”

“What’s up? I’m finna make you breakfast.”

He tried to walk around me, but I closed my hand around his bicep. “Stay right here. Please.”

Warm russet eyes scanned my face until I cleared my throat.

“You remember when I was with your dad last week?”

“Yeah.” He gave me a half-assed glare. “And you still ain’t told me why.”

“I’m trying to,” I snickered, watching his face relax. “Your father wants to rent my condo when he moves back to the island.”

Rico blinked.

“The condo he was looking at that day we ran into him was rented before he woke up the next morning.” My hand dropped from his bicep to the space just above his waistband, my fingertips tracing over his damp skin.

“He’s serious about moving back and working things out with Ms. Yvie, but he needs a place to live while he does it.

Because apparently she won’t “shack up” with him. ”

Our quiet laughs collided in the space between our faces before Rico dipped his head and kissed me. “You’re my father’s landlord?”

“I will be if you tell me it’s cool.”

He shook his head and lifted his thumb to brush the corner of my mouth. “Don’t let me fuck up your money.”

“It’s more than money, Rico. I know there’s…tension.”

“We good. He apologized to me and Harlow.”

Harlow’s mom was a different story. It was the quiet part nobody had said out loud for almost a month now.

He snuck in another kiss and kept his lips on mine. “I care more about what this means for you. You sure you want to give up having your own space?”

“It’s only six months,” I assured him quietly. “But I’ve been thinking about selling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like being here.” I nodded. “I mean, only if it’s?—”

The wind got knocked out of me before I could finish my sentence and I laughed when Rico landed on top of me. The carpet didn’t do much to cushion our fall, but I was laughing too hard to care about the impact.

“Fuck outta here with that coy shit, you know we want you here.”

I was pinned down.

My cheeks hurt from smiling.

And I was looking up at a part of my forever.

Rico’s thighs bracketed me, and he had my wrists locked in his grip on either side of my body.

I couldn’t move without a fight. But I didn’t want to fight. And when he grinded his ass against the barely there material of my pajama pants, I really didn’t want to fight.

He rolled his hips and lowered his head to suck my tongue in his mouth. “Let’s get back in bed.”

“I’m good right here.” The words came out on a feral pant. I just wanted him to do whatever to me right here, right fucking now.

But Rico climbed off me, his full lips slanting in a lopsided smile when he extended his hand. “Nightstand has lube. And I really need lube for what I want you to do to me.”

Beside the bed, we kicked our pants off and I let him tackle me again. The softer landing only succeeded in making me want this man in my skin. Rico stretched out on top of me, his dick firm against mine and his lips soft against my neck.

Sandalwood and the soapy smell of his body wash clung to him. Every inhale smelled like him, and I needed more. Canting my hips so my dick would slide against his, my eyes rolled back when I got the friction I was seeking.

Then I did it again. Over and over until Rico climbed off me to reach the nightstand.

Lube .

I almost forgot that’s why we were in bed.

Rico faced me on his side, as close as he could get without rolling on top of me again.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His fingers wrapped around us.

He squeezed lube over our shafts.

Then he stroked.

Both of us.

At the same time.

My hips were moving before I could say otherwise and my eyes fluttered, fighting to make continual contact with the man making me feel like this.

When he lifted his leg over my hip and brought us impossibly closer, I blanked.

How did it feel this good?

His hand wasn’t between us anymore, all we had left was the steady weight of our dicks against each other and the comfort of our limbs entwined.

I adored the way his hand cradled the side of my face and how his greedy tongue wrapped around mine.

My arm settled at his lower back, pressing him into me, needing him closer.

Before I knew it, I was gripping his ass, obsessed with the firmness, fascinated by how good he felt.

Rico’s breath faltered and he fumbled over his words. Then he gave up and tongued me through the new sensations lighting me up.

My fingers wandered lower, past the crease of his ass and to the tightness of his hole.

Our hips and breaths slowed in sync. Like we were both adjusting to the shift of my grip, and the easy slide of my finger against his entrance.

Breaths choppy, I circled his tightness until the thick length of his erection against mine vanished.

When my heavy lids snapped open, he was grabbing my hand and squeezing lube around my index and middle fingers.

He went back to kissing me, threw his leg over mine again and shuddered when I pressed one finger inside of him.

Rico rocked back against my hand as I worked him open.

“Shit, right there,” he moaned, humping my hand. “Right fucking there.”

Through the haze, I was aware of his dick rubbing against mine and our tongues snaking.

“I can take more,” he panted. The lube and the friction of our bodies colored the air with erotic sounds. And his throaty voice was making it harder not to fall apart.

“Fuck, Rico, that’s so fucking sexy.” My heart thudded against his as his lashes brushed my cheeks. We were close. So fucking close. And I was going to come all over him. I buried another finger inside him and forgot how to breathe when he fucked against me harder.

His needy little moans came before his teeth were nipping at every inch of skin he could reach.

My shoulder.

My neck.

My bottom lip.

All I heard was “yes” repeatedly before our shared release painted my stomach. Rico rode my hand until he stopped quivering then hid his face in my chest.

My fingers were still deep inside of him. His legs were still locked with mine. I had no plans of moving anytime soon, and relief hit me when he didn’t move either.

His sweet kisses covered my shoulder, and his voice came out as a light rumble that sent chills over my skin. “Thank you.”