20. Roman
Chapter 20
Roman
I wake up in the best way possible. Audra straddling me and kissing all over my face. If you asked me to pick a way to wake up every morning for the rest of my life? It would look a whole lot like this.
“Good morning,” I say finally opening my eyes the rest of the way and kissing her. The sweetest fucking smile I’ve ever seen spreads across her lips which are slightly puffier first thing in the morning.
“I like waking up with you.” She sighs before planting another kiss on my cheek. Then another on my shoulder, and one more on my bare chest.
“I think you’re trouble,” I say, raising a brow at her. I don’t mention that I think trouble might be my new favorite thing. Of all the moments with Audra, I think this one takes the cake for feeling like a dream.
Even though having sex felt like a big moment. This feels domestic and permanent. Waking up together, all smiles, her in my clothes, and on top kissing me. I’m not really a guy who wishes but if you gave me three, this would be all three of them.
“Me? Trouble?” she asks in a low, seductive tone, followed by kisses from my chest to my stomach. Then she stops and looks up through thick eyelashes, evergreen eyes burning into me.
“Doesn’t sound like me.” She shrugs before placing a couple more soft kisses on my stomach. Blood rushes to my cock, and I’m hard before she can even look up at me again and bat those eyelashes. She licks a line from my belly button to the top of my boxers, and I know I’m done for.
“What are you doing, Auds?” I ask and it comes out strained. A devilish grin tips up the edges of her lips.
“I want to thank you,” she says and the look on her face mixed with the tone of her voice tells me she doesn’t mean a verbal one. All the blood is rushing to my cock, getting ready to be thanked, making it damn near impossible to show some self-restraint.
I find the one little thread of self-restraint and hold on to it. Before I have my fun with her, I need her to know there is nothing to thank me for.
Most of all, I need her to know when I do something for her, she doesn’t owe me anything. Especially not this. I grab her jaw gently and pull her up to kiss me.
“You don’t owe me anything. When I do something for you, it’s because I want to. Not because I expect to be repaid. Especially in sexual favors,” I say, keeping my gentle grip on her jaw, making her look at me. She loses her edge and her seductive face falls to a softer one. “Every time I have you like this I want it to be because it’s what you want. Not what you think I want—or worse, what you think I deserve, okay?” She nods, holding eye contact with me.
“I do want this. Thanking you was just a bonus,” she says, leaning forward to kiss me again. I don’t have to be told twice. If Audra wants something I’m going to give it to her. Especially this.
“What do you want?” I ask, cocking a brow at her.
“You.” I wrap an arm around her back, holding her tight to me, and flip us both over.
Now I’m hovering over her, and she’s looking up at me. I lower my head placing a kiss on her lips then a line of kisses down the side of her neck. I follow the line back up with my tongue and she rewards me with a quiet moan in the back of her throat.
“We aren’t the only ones home. You’re going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?” I ask her with a quirked brow. She nods quickly. We’ll see about that.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I ask, putting my hand in hers to let her show me. She doesn’t speak but she drags my hand between us and down her body until she plants my hand between her legs. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world and no one knows it. I know it, though.
I hum in response and slip my hand under the hem of the panties she’s wearing under my t-shirt.
Soaking. Fucking. Wet.
My eyes snap shut in an attempt to gather myself enough to not come in my pants like I’m seventeen.
“Fucking soaked.” I manage to grit out in the crook of her neck. I slide my fingers through the wetness a few times before sinking a finger inside.
Once again I feel like it takes me straight to heaven. A not-so-quiet moan slips out of her when I do. I shush her but I can’t ignore the ego boost of her not being able to stay silent. I push in and out working her slowly up to a second finger and then a third. She tries her best to hold back her moans but she isn’t doing great.
The stroke to my ego is almost enough to make me not care. I can feel her orgasm nearing as she pulses around my fingers and her attempt at being quiet gets weaker and weaker. I bring my thumb to her clit and she cries out. I halt everything I’m doing and she whines in frustration.
“Quiet, baby, remember?” I test.
“I’ll be quiet. Just let me come, please,” she whines. Audra begging has to be my kryptonite because once she says please, I know no matter how loud she gets, I’m going to give her what she wants. I pick back up where I left off and she begins crying out again. The sounds she makes go straight to my cock and I’m so hard it hurts.
“I’m close,” she pants out.
“I know.” I keep my pace and plant a kiss on her lips to muffle the sounds she’s making. She comes undone under me. Moaning in my mouth and squeezing around my fingers, soaking my hand. I pull my hand up to my mouth and suck my fingers clean. Her eyes go wide and she pulls her lip between her teeth.
“I want to taste you,” she says, reaching between us and palming me through my boxers. A low groan bubbles from the back of my throat. I push my hips forward, pressing myself into her hand. Through my boxers, she wraps her hand around me.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her. The devil on my shoulder tells me to shut the fuck up and let the pretty girl under me wrap her lips around my cock. I just need to know she doesn’t think she owes this to me.
“I want to,” she says, leaning up on her elbows and kissing me. “I really want to,” she adds.
“You’re sure?” I ask. It’s the last thread of restraint I’ve got. She nods her head. It’s all the convincing I need. I flip over laying on my back next to her. She sits up and kisses from my belly button to my boxers. She pulls my cock out from the confines of my boxers and goddamn does it look good with her hand wrapped around it.
“What if I’m not good at it?” she asks, looking at me for some reassurance.
“It’s you. It’ll be good,” I assure her, gathering her long hair in my hand and holding it out of her face. She nods at me and then plants the tiniest kiss on the tip. I swallow hard, fighting the groan.
“Tell me what you like. Tell me what to do,” she says, looking up at me. Anything you do. I don’t say that though. Instead, I give her a real answer.
“Spit on it,” I say and the words come out strained. Just the image in my head has me so close I know I’m going to embarrass myself once her mouth is on me. She nods and does as I said. “Spread it with your hand,” I instruct and naturally, my girl listens. She wraps a hand around me and spreads it over my cock.
“Now what?” I can tell how into this she is by the pink spread across her cheeks, her swollen lips, and the rise and fall of her chest.
“Now put your mouth on it,” I say. It comes out more like a plea than an instruction. Still, she does as she’s told, and she wraps those perfect pink lips around my cock. Inch by inch, she takes me further in her mouth. Between the sensation and the anticipation, I feel like I might die. I hit the back of her throat. I expect her to gag, but she doesn’t. She flinches back just a little, and she looks slightly less sure of herself.
“It’s okay if you don’t take me all the way,” I say. I mean it too. Sure, I’d love it if she did but this is more than enough to get me off. She pulls me out of her mouth and shakes her head.
“No, I think I can do it,” she says before taking me back in her mouth. This time when I reach the back of her throat, she relaxes, and takes me past that barrier.
Inch by inch, she takes me all the way to the base. I start doing math equations and thinking about shit that needs to be done at the shop in a pathetic attempt to not come the second I see Audra goddamn Hart with her mouth full.
“Shit. Auds. I’m going to come, if you don’t want it in your mouth you need to stop.” I barely get the words out. Her eyes flick up to me making eye contact and I groan. Actually, let me be really honest, it’s a full-on moan that comes out of me. Fucking hell. She shakes her head gently before swallowing around me. At a speed that even my seventeen-year-old self would be ashamed of, I come.
A string of moans and curse words tumble from my mouth and my grip on her hair tightens. When I pull myself out of her mouth, she swallows keeping her eyes on me the entire time. Of all the ways I’ve seen her, this has to be the most addicting.
She looks like mine. And I fucking love it. I keep my hand wrapped in her hair and pull her to be level with me. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.
“My turn,” I say against her lips. I flip up so I’m on top of her and I slide down, positioning my face between her thighs. She lets her knees drop to the side, opening her legs for me. I press my tongue flat against her and before I even start, she begins grinding herself against my mouth.
“Needy, Auds?” I taunt, looking up at her. She nods, pulling my face back to her. “That’s my girl. Take what you need,” I say and she does. She positions herself against me exactly how she wants and she rides my face.
I slip two fingers into the mix and she grabs one of my pillows, throwing it over her face. I curl my fingers inside of her and I hear a muffled moan through the pillow. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming again, this time on my tongue. I don’t know how but I’m already rock hard again. I slide back up her body, kissing my way up.
“I’m dying to be buried between your legs,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. Goosebumps rise in a trail down her arm when my breath hits her neck.
“But you already…” She trails off, looking between us. Her eyes land on my hard cock and she stops what she’s saying and looks back up to me. “Yes. Please.”
“I need to grab a condom,” I huff, pushing myself to get up. She shakes her head and pulls me back on top of her.
“I’m on birth control. I’ve been tested. I’m okay with it if you are.” Music to my fucking ears. The thought alone of being inside of her bare has me leaking precum against her thigh.
“Fuck yeah, I’m okay with it,” I pant out.
She reaches between us and wraps a hand around me, giving me a few gentle strokes. She lines us up and I press gently inside. Every inch she’s gripping me tight, nails biting at the skin on my shoulders. The feeling of her wrapped around me with nothing between us is so good it’s mind-numbing. I feel like I can’t form a single coherent thought like this.
“It feels so good,” she rasps in my ear. Her voice brings me back down to earth. I try to find the words to respond to her but I can’t. I’m caught in a cycle of feeling so good I can’t think straight and thinking of anything except how good it feels to try and last longer.
“Fucking shit, Auds. How do you feel this good?” I groan, dropping my head in the crook of her shoulder. She moans in response. She wraps a leg around my hip. I run my hand up her thigh and grab her leg stretching it up and over my shoulder, placing her knee by her head. The position allows me to get deeper and when I do she throws her head back in ecstasy.
“Oh my God, Roman!” she yells out. I quickly bring a hand up to her mouth and cover it. Her eyes go wide, knowing she just made a lot more noise than she should have. I keep my hand over her mouth as I continue rocking into her. Every few thrusts her eyes screw shut and a muffled moan vibrates against the palm of my hand.
“You like this? Feeling so good that I have to wrap my hand around your pretty mouth?” I ask, thrusting painfully slowly. She nods frantically. “You like trying not to get caught?” I prod, keeping my eyes on her and she nods again.
I’m teetering right on the edge of oblivion and trying my damn hardest to get one more out of her first. I grab her other leg and put it over my other shoulder, pressing both of her legs up by her head. The moans up against my hand intensify from moans to full on screams. It’s a damn good thing I have my hand wrapped around her mouth.
“You going to come on my cock, baby?” I ask, driving into her harder. Her eyes roll back in her head. All that she can get out is a muffled hum of confirmation. I can’t help the grin that perks up at the corner of my mouth. Making Audra come has become my favorite thing in the world. Not only is it something I’ve dreamed of since I was old enough to fantasize about sex, but it’s a piece of her that no one else gets.
No one else gets to see the way her legs tremble when she comes undone. No one else gets to see the look on her face when I bury myself between her legs. And no one gets to see her with her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and her legs folded up by her head. She’s all mine and there’s something so fucking addicting about knowing only I get her like this.
The muscles in her legs start to tremble, and her eyes screw shut. She starts squeezing around my cock, and I know she’s about to come. I keep my pace and watch her as she falls apart.
Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a noise loud enough I’m not sure the hand over her mouth is enough to keep other people in the house from hearing us. My thrusts go ragged and uncoordinated. My breathing picks up until I’m no longer panting, I’m moaning. I take my hand off of her mouth.
“I can’t hold out anymore. Where do you want me to come?” I ask. The devil on my shoulder is begging her to tell me in her. I look to the angel on the other side and find there is no angel this time.
“Inside.” Thank fucking God. The words are barely out of her mouth before I’m filling her up.
We catch our breath with my head lying on her bare chest. All I can hear is her heart hammering against her chest. I tip my head up to look at her and she wears a sated smile and her eyes flutter open and closed.
“Have fun?” I ask, running my fingertips up and down her arm. She smiles softly at me.
“It was never like this before,” she admits. Pride fills me to the brim.
“It wasn’t for me either,” I agree. With Audra, sex finally feels like more than sex. It’s emotional, it’s raw, and it’s intoxicating.
“I want to take you on a date. Like a real date,” I say, popping up on my elbow to look at her.
“Then take me on a real date.” She shrugs with a smile.
“When are you free?”
“My next day off is the Fourth of July and I’ll be here at your parents’ party with Ares. I’m off the Sunday after.”
“Then it’s a date. The Sunday after the fourth. I’ll pick you up at seven.”