21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
L una
We slept for another hour, and my bladder finally woke me again. Gingerly, I tried to roll out of his arms, but they tightened around me. “I need to pee,” I mumbled into his chest. He slowly let me go, and I shuffled into the bathroom. After my brain started working a little, my face flushed when I thought about how easily I’d fallen into his bed and slept in his arms.
It took a while to shower and clean up, but on the bright side, I did feel a little better. Roman sat on the bed looking at his phone when I came out of the bathroom in my robe. Suddenly, awkward tension bloomed in my stomach and I pointed to the closet.
“I’m, uh, just going to get dressed.”
He set his phone down and watched me. “Gideon is coming over. Do you need anything?”
“If he’s coming from the office, I left a textbook on my desk. Can he pick it up?”
“Yes. Do you need anything else? Any clothes, toiletries, feminine hygiene products?”
My face flamed red. “Mm. No, thank you.” I hurried to his large walk-in closet and shut the door.
After wrestling on a thong and a pair of drawstring shorts with one hand, I tried to put on a bra. After several frustrating minutes, I gave up and tried a shirt next. By the time I gave that up too, I was tired, frustrated, and a little sweaty. If I extended my arm too much, my elbow barked in pain. I stood with my head hanging down when Roman walked in, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I held the shirt up in front of my breasts, and he paused when he saw me. “Do you need some help? All you have to do is ask.”
My eyes snagged on his lean, cut torso. Roman had delicious, defined abdominals that led down to a perfect V. A tattoo curved around his side and twisted up to just below his nipple. The tattoo read veritas odium parit, and a snake wound around the words. I wondered what the Latin saying meant.
His cock bulged under the towel, but he stood, uncaring, as his gaze traveled over my exposed skin. I realized I stood in front of him partially naked too.
“I can’t put on a bra or a shirt with one hand.”
He smiled, then dropped his towel and walked over to me.
I couldn’t help myself–I glanced down, then my wide eyes bounced back up. “Is that all for me?” I half-joked.
His thick, long length jutted out from between his hard thighs and seemed to point straight at me. Cupping my chin in his hands, he leaned down and skimmed his lips across my uninjured cheek. “It is. And by the time I sink my cock into your wet, needy pussy, you’ll be begging me for it. But we’ll work up to that.”
My body tingled with sharp awareness as his shaft brushed against my stomach. From the first time Roman and I squared off in front of Gideon’s desk, I’d felt this pull to him. It had been juxtaposed with his dislike toward me, and I’d buried my feelings deep. It made no sense, but sometimes I thought he hated me even while the sparks ignited between us. I’d ignored it for months, but now I didn’t know what to do with this heat between us.
I swallowed and straightened. “You have a high opinion of yourself. It’d take a miracle to make me beg you for anything.”
He reached over and gently pulled the shirt out of my fingers. Then he wrapped his large, calloused hands around my forearms and pulled me into him. “A miracle?” He grinned softly and leaned in. “Or my mouth buried between your thighs, biting and sucking on your sensitive little clit while I lick up your juices?” He slid his hand behind my neck and massaged my scalp. “Are you brave enough to see if I can make you beg?”
The challenge in his eyes snared me, and I stared at him, wrestling with my need. I licked my lips, and he growled softly. Leaning in, he nipped at my lower lip, then slanted my head to fit against his mouth. As he probed, Roman walked me backward until I felt the dressing table at my back.
“Does it hurt?” he murmured, stroking my cheek.
“A little.” My jaw twinged, but his soft lips felt so good on mine.
“Then I’ll have to kiss other places.”
He lifted me onto the table and spread my legs, then cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me into his hips so I was flush with his cock. My body shivered at the intimate contact, even through my shorts. His hands felt so good, and when he touched me like this–as if he had every right to stroke, nip, and bite on my pale skin–heat flooded me, and my thoughts scattered.
As he kissed me, he rubbed his chest against mine, running his pecs across my bare nipples. Roman nibbled on my lower lip, then grazed his teeth down my neck and bit hard enough to cause a small sting. I moaned, need rolling through me.
Running his hands up my sides, he slid his thumbs across my nipples. I gasped at the contact and arched into him. He nuzzled the crook of my neck, then kissed his way down my chest. When he leaned over and sucked a peak deep into his mouth, I arched in pleasure and felt a twinge of pain from my bruised ribs.
“Your sweet tits are so lush and ripe. Do you like to feel teeth on your nipples while your pussy gets stroked?” He bent and took a breast in his mouth.
“I don’t know, I–ah!” Gasping, my back bowed in pain and pleasure when he started nipping and tugging on my nipple.
He fisted my hair and pulled my head back until my neck arched. Then he ran his teeth across my shoulder blade and bit down hard enough to make my blood race.
“You’ll learn to take what I give you, and I’ll teach you to crave it. Have you been spanked and fucked before?” His thumb rubbed against my sore breast, and I couldn’t put words together. “Answer me, my little cock teaser.”
“No,” I gasped. “Have you?”
He smiled against my neck. “I like to give the spankings.”
I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft and squeezing. “And I want my own library, but we can’t always have what we want.”
Chuckling, he moved his hand up the inside of my thigh, running his fingers underneath my shorts. Then he slid a finger inside my panties and trailed it across my slit. “So fucking wet for me. Will you give me a taste?”
My head rolled to the side, and I started panting. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Yes, we should. Or are you afraid I’ll get you addicted to my tongue and cock?”
His words sent deep desire and alarm pulsing through me, and I wondered if he could really do that. But I wanted him, and my pussy wept on his finger. “No, I’m afraid you’ll disappoint me–like most men do.”
He stilled at the words I hadn’t meant to say and grinned. “Challenge accepted. Let’s find out then, shall we?”
Roman nudged my shorts and thong aside, then rubbed the head of his cock along my opening, making sure to hit my clit. My hips moved restlessly to meet him, and he chuckled darkly. Stepping back, he stripped off my shorts and panties, then parted my legs and stroked my center.
I grabbed onto his shoulders. “Sweet Jesus, that feels so good.”
He pulled my legs apart, pushed me back on the counter, and leaned in to lick and suck on my clit. I let out a low wail as he worked me with his tongue. Then he slid two fingers deep inside me. The man knew what to do with a woman’s clit, and he hit nerve endings I didn’t know I had. No fumbling, no impatience. He feasted like he relished my taste, making me writhe and twist in mindless pleasure underneath him.
Replacing his fingers, he thrust his tongue inside me and rubbed the pad of his thumb against my center.
My thighs clamped around his head. “How do you know exactly where to touch?” My heart pounded and my toes curled as an orgasm built.
“That’s it,” he murmured as he raised his head and shoved his fingers back inside me. The stretch made me cry out, and a climax crawled up my body. When he leaned over and flicked his tongue relentlessly against me, I orgasmed long and hard.
He grinned against my thigh. When I finished twitching underneath him, he kissed and bit me there, then climbed onto the dressing table to straddle my hips. Leaning over me, he palmed and stroked his cock. Then he took my good hand and held it in front of my face. “Lick.”
I stared at him, not fully understanding what he wanted. “Lick your palm and wrap your wet little hand around me. Your jaw is too sore for me to use your mouth.”
Heat flushed across my cheeks at his crass, blunt words. He had a dirty mouth and a creative mind, and I wondered if he planned to keep me in a perpetual state of wet embarrassment. I needed to fight back, or I knew he’d completely overwhelm me. Keeping eye contact, I slowly brought my palm to my mouth and leisurely licked across it several times before wrapping it around his cock. Then I started pumping him.
His eyes slid closed, and his head fell back. “If your slick palm feels this good, your sweet little pussy is going to be heaven.” Bringing his head forward, he opened his eyes and watched me work him.
I started bringing my other hand up to touch him, but he grasped my wrist and held my arm in place. “Don’t jar your elbow. It will hurt, and I’ll lose you.” He palmed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling on them. My hips arched up, and I squeezed his cock harder. His rhythm broke and he wrapped a hand around mine, pumping his length several times. Then he threw his head back, groaned, and came all over my chest and neck.
He slowly opened his eyes and bent over me. “The next time I come, it’ll be balls deep inside you. Are you on birth control?”
My eyes flared, and reality smashed into me. “That’s none of your–”
He growled dangerously. “Don’t finish that sentence. My tongue was just inside your soaked cunt and you’re wearing my pearl necklace. Now answer the question.”
“Yes,” I bit out.
“Good. I’m clean and I know you are too.”
“How do you know that?” I tried to prop myself up on my elbows and instantly regretted it. “Ouch! Fuck!” I quickly lay back down.
He shook his head. “Ivan did your background check.”
He confirmed my suspicions as he climbed off me and grabbed his still-wet towel off the floor, then wiped it across my chest. Pausing, he ran his thumb through the semen on my neck and brought it to my mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Again, I stared up at him. But this time, I knew exactly what he wanted. My nipples puckered, and he watched my face carefully.
“Take it,” he murmured as he pressed his thumb against my lips. “Your pupils are blown and your chest is flushed. Your body wants this.”
I slowly opened my mouth and took his thumb inside, swirling my tongue around it and tasting his salty, musky essence.
After a few seconds, he pulled out and brushed my cheek. “Such a good, sweet girl. Soon, you’re going to take me deep in your throat, and even deeper in your pussy.”
His calling me a good, sweet girl made me want to punch him in the face and crawl up his beautiful body all at once. “You think so?” I taunted.
His lips tipped up, and his eyes took on a dangerous glow. Leaning over me, he kissed and licked my nipple, then softly blew on it. The traitorous bitch puckered and went rock hard.
“That, and so much more.” His hand carefully wrapped around my throat, and he squeezed gently, not caring about the sticky semen still coating me there. My pussy contracted hard, and I began to worry that Roman really could make me addicted to his touch.