17. Audra
Chapter 17
Audra
My back is turned to Roman and I feel the zipper of my wetsuit slowly come undone. Taking off a wetsuit should never be this fucking erotic. The zipper is finally down far enough I can slide it off my shoulders and it folds down my body where I can peel it off my legs. It’s a bit of a fight to drag it off my body, but once it’s off I’m left in just my bikini. I turn back to face Roman and his body hasn’t moved an inch, leaving us just inches apart.
I clear my throat, forcing myself to think straight and speak. “Thank you,” I say breathlessly. I keep my eyes locked on his and his eyes flick down my body then back to my eyes, holding my gaze.
“No problem,” he replies but his eyes are still locked on mine and no one has moved a muscle.
Anticipation burns in my chest. I know what’s coming next, I know it with every cell in my body. The. Last . Fucking. Thing. We should be doing. Yet I know it’s coming. I know he’s going to kiss me, and I know without a shadow of a doubt I’m going to let him. That’s why I feel a million emotions swarming in my chest but not one of them is surprise when he wraps a strong hand around the back of my neck and crashes his lips right into mine.
This isn’t the first time Roman has kissed me, but it’s just as addicting as the first time—and the second. His tongue swipes my bottom lip and I part my lips to let him in. His tongue slides against mine and then I feel him suck on the tip of it and I moan against his mouth.
I should stop him, tell him we shouldn’t be doing this. Tell him I just got out of a really messy relationship. Tell him we can’t do this without talking to Ares. I don’t though, instead I reach behind my back and pull the strings holding my bathing suit top together and let it fall between us. Roman pulls back to get a good look at me, raking his eyes from mine to my lips then to my tits.
“Jesus Christ, Auds.” He groans, rolling his head back before craning his neck and taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers. Now I’m standing in this empty surf shack panting with a hand tangled in Roman’s hair. His tongue flicks over and back and my knees almost give out.
“I want more,” I pant against the top of his head. He lets my nipple go with a pop and straightens his back standing over me again. He’s staring down at me, chest heaving and I’m staring right back up at him doing the same.
I’m waiting for him to lay me down on the couch in here or throw me up on the counter but instead he takes a knee in front of me, then a second. Jesus . I had never given any thought to what this man might look like on his knees but it’s a fucking sight to see. A sight that will be burned into my head forever.
“What are you doing?” I ask on a heavy exhale. His eyes flick up to me and I could come just seeing him looking up at me from the floor like this. Big brown eyes peering up at me from his new position on the floor is enough to drive me wild.
“I want you to know you’re completely in control. I’m putting the power back in your hands, pretty girl. Just ask and I’ll give you everything,” he says dropping a kiss to the center of my chest. My heart warms and so does the spot between my thighs. I feel completely out of my element. I’m not experienced enough to be leading us here. Yet, the offer sparks something in me that makes me want to try. I’m filled to the brim with confidence. Confidence I have never felt in my life. Who knew all it would take is a pretty boy on his knees offering to give me anything I ask for?
“So you’re going to be a good boy and do what I say?” I ask raising a brow at him. A sickly seductive grin wipes across his perfect lips. No one should look this fucking good on their knees.
“Yeah baby, I can be a good boy,” he says, holding that same brutally seductive eye contact. I think I might come undone before he even lays a finger on me. I step forward putting my body against him. I reach a hand out and run my fingers through his perfect hair before gripping it, tipping his head back and kissing him. The kiss is hot enough to melt me. It’s a miracle my knees don’t buckle and I am fairly certain I am only able to stand up straight because I’m leaning against him. Sparks start at my mouth and fizzle all the way down between my thighs.
“Take me to the couch,” I whisper down to his ear. He smirks, standing from his knees and leading me to the couch. I already knew the couch was big but I’m still a little surprised when we both fit comfortably on it.
“What’s next, pretty girl?” he asks, laying me down on the couch, hovering his body over mine. I lean up to kiss him and he meets me halfway, pressing his lips to mine briefly before pulling away to speak. “I need you to talk to me, baby,” he says, leaning down and planting a smaller, sweeter kiss on my lips.
“Touch me,” I pant against his lips. He lets out a chuckle that is pure fucking sex. One that lights me on fire.
“Touch you where?” he prods. I reach for his hand and guide it down my stomach and plant it between my legs. He hums in response with a devilish smirk on his face.
“You want me to touch your pussy, baby?” I nod enthusiastically, biting down on my lip. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve hoped you would ask me to do this?” he asks, pulling at the strings at each side of my bathing suit bottoms. I don’t know how long he’s wanted this but I hope it’s been at least as long as I have.
He wastes no time, slipping his hand between my legs running a finger down my slit and back up before bringing it to his mouth, sucking his finger clean. His eyes screw shut as his head drops quickly into my shoulder with a strained breath.
“You taste like a dream, Audra. Do you know that?” he asks and I feel like I’m floating on another planet, maybe even in another galaxy.
“Your mouth, please,” I pant out at the sight of him licking my juices off his fingers. God, his fucking fingers. “And your fingers, can I have both?”
“You can have everything you want, pretty girl,” he says, sliding his body down mine and dropping his head between my thighs taking one long swipe with his tongue.
“Fucking soaked, Auds. This all for me?” he asks, looking up at me and meeting my gaze. I can’t formulate a fucking word so all I do is moan and push my pussy in his face. He chuckles against me, sending vibrations right through me.
His tongue is lapping at me, stopping with each pass and giving some extra attention to my clit. I think it can’t get any fucking better until he slips a finger in the mix, teasing me at my entrance. My eyes roll back in my head and I am no longer holding anything back, moaning loudly.
“How many fingers can you take, pretty girl?” he asks, pulling a hand up for me to look in reference. I hold my hand up to his and realize two of his will be a lot tighter of a squeeze than two of mine, but as I feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs, I know I can take it.
“Two. I can take two of my own so I can take two of yours,” I say leaning up on my elbows to look down at him.
He groans at my response. “There’s an image I’ll never get out of my head,” he says, attaching his lips to my clit again. His fingers slide up and down my slit gathering wetness.
One more pass and I might start begging but then he sinks one fingertip into me and my back arches off the couch. One finger slides all the way into me with no resistance so when he pulls back out he goes in with a second. The most faint, delicious stretch takes me from quiet moans to a whimpering mess.
“Those little noises, Auds. I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager and embarrass myself,” he groans again, putting his mouth back on me. The combo is too much, too good, too perfect.
“Roman, it’s too much,” I pant. He slows his pace.
“You can take it, Auds. I know you can,” he says wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.
“It’s too intense,” I whine. He laughs, a real fucking laugh.
“Have you never had an orgasm before?” he asks, eyes flicking up to mine, burning into me.
“Only by myself,” I say, quietly.
“Of course he never got you off.” He huffs a dry laugh, closer to a scoff. “Just relax for me, pretty girl. I’m going to make you see stars.” With that, he lowers his head and goes back to eating me like he’s fucking starving.
His fingers slide back into me and the pressure begins to build again. I wiggle away from him a bit. Every single flick of his tongue causes the pressure to build. It’s like a sparkler shooting up from the base of my spine, higher and higher. I’ve never felt so good in my life and I wonder if this is how sex is always supposed to feel. I’ve only ever had orgasms by myself and this feels entirely different. A million times more intense, I’m hyper-aware of the feeling, but I’m so in my head about getting there that the pressure starts to dissipate.
“Get out of your head. Watch me. Watch me eat this perfect fucking pussy and fuck it with my fingers and when you feel that pressure, tell me. I’ll get you there, baby. I promise.” His mouth is filthy and I love it. His fingers curl inside of me and the pressure is back tenfold.
“God, please don’t stop,” I say pushing myself against him.
“Yeah, that’s more fucking like it,” he moans against me and now I’m a mess, moaning and grabbing his hair holding his mouth to me. Chasing a high that I’ve never, ever had before, not like this.
“I want more,” I cry out.
“Does my girl need another finger to get off?” he coaxes, but I shake my head. The pleasure is too good to fixate on him calling me his girl, but I’d be lying if I said it did nothing for me.
“No, I want to feel you inside of me, please,” I beg reaching for his swim trunks between us. The look on his face is fucking wicked in the most seductive way.
“I prayed my whole life that one day I’d hear you begging for my cock,” he says, sliding his swim shorts off.
My eyes fall to his cock, watching it spring loose from the confines of his shorts. Holy . Shit . I trace my gaze slowly back up his stomach and chest, finally catching his eyes as he leans back smirking at me.
“See something you like?” he asks, grinning down at me. I can’t even bring myself to speak, resisting the urge to reach out and feel him, grab him, do something, anything with him. I jolt slightly as one hand lands gently at my waist, gripping me slightly like he’s also resisting the urge to ravage me. His other slides slowly up my body, brushing against my hardened nipple. A breathy moan escapes me.
“Words, Audra… I need to hear your words.” The hand that was traveling up my body finally finds purchase on my cheek, his thumb lightly stroking just under my eye. “We’ll go slow, baby, but I need you to talk to me—to tell me what you like.” He kisses me gently, like we have all the time in the world, like nothing exists except us here at this moment. “I need you to tell me what you like, so that later—” the hand that was on my waist sinks lower, sinking two fingers back into me and rubbing over my clit lightly with his thumb, “I can give you all of it.”
“I don’t know what I like,” I admit. He shakes his head like he’s disappointed. Not in me, but in anyone who touched me and didn’t do it exactly as he would. He reaches for his wallet on the side table next to the couch and pulls a condom from it.
“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he says, lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me. The kiss is everything. It’s hot. It’s messy. It’s erotic as hell. We consume each other, too concerned with being here in this moment to care about propriety or gentleness. It feels entirely too much, like we saw the edge of the cliff and just let the car drive off it.
Roman pulls away from me slightly, taking my bottom lip with him between his teeth. He bites down gently before letting go fully and leans back slowly, sliding the condom on.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like something?” he asks and I nod excitedly. We both look down, watching him drag the tip through my folds, collecting my wetness for lubricant. Our eyes lock as he pushes into me. The slight stretch leaves the both of us moaning.
“Jesus, Auds. You’re so fucking tight.” My hands fly to his head, tangling in his loose curls, pulling him down to kiss me again as he pushes himself the rest of the way inside. As soon as he bottoms out he stills, closing his eyes.
“I’m okay. You can move,” I exhale.
“I have the prettiest girl in the world wrapped around my cock, I just need a minute,” he groans, dropping his head in the crook of my neck. The words go right to my head and to my surprise, also between my legs. I had no idea I would be so into dirty talk until it was coming out of his mouth. Pleasure sparks up and down my spine at the full feeling, waiting for him to move inside me.
I grind my hips against him looking to relieve some of the pressure, but it only builds. With every shift of my hips his body tenses with a groan in my ear. The sound is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Awfully impatient, don’t you think?” He nips at my ear. All I can do is nod and grind against him again because I am right on the edge and I need to feel him move before I come. “I told you, baby. Just ask and it’s yours.”
“Please fuck me,” I plead, throwing my head back. A wicked smile grows on his face before giving me everything I asked for—and then some.
He draws himself out then inch by fucking inch feeds it back into me. My eyes flutter closed as the pressure builds and builds.
“So goddamn wet,” he growls, licking a stripe from my collarbone to my ear. “And mine.” He takes the lobe in his mouth, biting down gently before sliding his teeth over it. “And fucking perfect.” He snaps his hips back to mine in a hard thrust. “Everything I dreamed of.”
He moves in and out of me quicker, leaving me an incoherent mess of moans and curses. Every single time his pelvis meets mine sparks of pleasure rip through me. There’s no way I should already be this close. But when his hand slips between us and he draws deliciously slow circles on my clit, that doesn’t matter, I am.
“Holy,” I pant. “Shit.” A cocky smirk is plastered across his perfect face.
“I know, baby.” He kisses my lips then a line down my throat. “I know.” The circles he draws quicken and I know I’m done for.
“Roman— Shit,” I moan out, fingernails biting at his shoulder blades. A beautiful mix of pain and pleasure washes over his face.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Say my name while you come on my cock.” It isn’t a request, it’s a command and I follow it. His hips follow a steady pace coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. With one more circle of my clit, I’m pushed over it. My entire world comes crashing down on me in flames and fireworks. His name rolls off my tongue over and over like a chant as I cling to his shoulders. I try desperately to ground myself back to earth by holding onto him but only when his lips crash back to mine do I feel like I’m put back on earth.
“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you.” His voice is rougher than normal, and the heavy vibrations of it send a tingle down my spine. “So pretty when you come. Give me one more,” he demands.
I shake my head frantically. “I don’t think I can,” I pant out and he chuckles against my neck before kissing down it.
He pulls his body off of mine and I nearly whine at the loss of contact. Now he’s in a sitting position and I’m looking at his cock wondering how that fit inside of me. He tips his head in his direction, signaling me to come to him.
“Come sit on it, Auds.” I waste no fucking time sitting up and straddling his lap. I don’t know if I can come again, but I know asking me to ride him is an offer I can’t refuse.