Chapter 9
NINE
ROMAN
“Roman…”
It’s my name in that fucking sweet voice that rips whatever control I have left to shreds.
It’s those damn blue eyes looking up at me, wide and all-consuming, that call to me like a siren’s song.
And it’s the sight of my soft and kind blue jay jealous and possessive that makes me burn.
He doesn’t need to be jealous. Of that girl, or of anyone else. Ever.
I brush my lips against his with far more restraint than I thought I had, nipping his full bottom lip, sampling his sweetness, drinking in his startled exhales. It’s a whisper of a kiss, one that only fans the flames inside me, but one that also feels annihilating in its softness.
I pull back, needing to look at him.
And I’ve never seen anyone so dangerously beautiful.
With blown pupils, flushed cheeks, and wet lips, he looks wrecked. Absolutely, thoroughly wrecked. A fucking angel that’s had his first taste of desire.
My hand tightens in his hair and his body instinctively arches against mine, a small whimper leaving his parted lips.
The most perfect sound I’ve ever heard—soft, quiet. Needy.
I want to make him make that sound again and again.
My arm wraps around him, pulling his lithe body against mine, erasing every distance, and Jesse’s hands grip my hoodie, keeping me right where he wants me.
As if there could be anything that could tear me away from him in this moment.
“More, Roman,” he whispers in a raspy voice that spreads liquid fire through my veins. “I want more.”
Fuck, yes.
His eyes grow half-lidded when I angle his head, feeling him melt in my hold.
“Open for me, angel.”
A breath stutters out of him and I’m fucking done.
I crash my lips to his, sliding inside him, drowning in his perfect taste. I lick into him, losing all sense of my surroundings, feeling nothing but him.
He sucks on my tongue and the faint moan that escapes him sends all the blood in my body straight to my dick.
Because he doesn’t just take the kiss, he’s fucking greedy for it, his hands coming up to fist my hair, feeding me his needy sounds, the crushing want pulling us under.
Jesse’s back hits the door and it barely registers.
We bite, suck, and swallow each other’s groans in a kiss that feels like war and relief all at once.
I don’t care about anything else. Nothing matters but the taste of him in my mouth, the smell of him in my lungs, the touch of his skin beneath my fingers.
It’s only when I grind my groin against his that he tears his mouth away with a throaty gasp.
Hard. He’s so fucking hard.
“Oh,” he moans, rubbing himself on me, and I can’t help looking down, feasting on the sight of his cock trapped in his jeans, dragging over my own. “Oh God, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Yeah, he would be much more persuasive if he wasn’t grinding all over me.
But he’s right. We probably shouldn’t. I just don’t care.
I let go of his hair and grip his throat gently but with enough pressure that he feels it.
Blue eyes sear into mine.
“Why not, little jay bird?”
“Because you’re my fucking stepbrother,” he pants. But even though he says that, his hips never stop rolling against mine, like he can’t stop.
“Uh huh, you’re right,” I mutter, leaning in to suck on his glistening lips, my tongue slipping in for a quick taste. “So why don’t you let your stepbrother make you come?” He swallows and I feel his bobbing throat in my hold, need consuming his gaze. “Just this once. It’ll be our little secret.”
There is pure mischief in the smile that tips the corners of his lips, and the fact that it steals none of the air of innocence he carries makes it impossible to look away from him.
My palm falls away from his throat when he loops his arms around my neck and whispers his words in my ear.
“Yeah, Ro. Make me come. Just this once.”
My cock jumps behind my zipper, and it’s a fucking miracle I don’t come on the spot.
“Hold on, baby,” I grate out, before I swoop down and pick him up by his thighs. A surprised gasp leaves him, but it turns into a soft moan when he locks his ankles around my lower back, my hands full of his ass, the height finally damn perfect to thrust against him.
Jesse’s head hits the door as he abandons himself to the mind-blowing friction, and it’s impossible not to suck kisses on his pale throat, loving the way he arches for more.
Our breathing gets harder and harsher, and when our eyes meet, he pulls my mouth to his with a desperation that feels mind-altering. Life-changing.
The kiss is brutal, all tongue and shared groans, a mutual branding, and all I can do is fuck my cock against his—close, so fucking close.
Jesse starts to tremble in my arms, keening sounds spilling from his lips when we separate for breath, his body shuddering, his nails digging into my nape.
And he comes just like that—long, golden hair loose around his shoulders, red, swollen lips parted, eyes burning into mine, with me dry-humping him against my bedroom door.
The force of my release makes me slump on him and the door, my dick pulsing and pulsing in my pants, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
We don’t move, waiting for our breathing to calm down, our heartbeats to slow down.
He’s already looking at me when I raise my head, his beautiful eyes soft and sated dipping to my mouth. I only hesitate for one split second, knowing fully well what one more touch will do to me. But I can’t resist.
Just one more, I think as I kiss and suckle on his lips, slowly, unhurriedly, feeling him relax and open for me, surrendering to one last, drugging taste.
His eyes are heavy when we pull apart, but they almost turn shy again when I let him down.
Fucking adorable.
“So,” he says, clearing his throat, trying to make it less raspy, and failing.
I have to bite back a smile.
He tries again. “So, I think I’m gonna go take a shower and take care of—” He vaguely gestures towards the general area of the front of his jeans. “This. Preferably before our parents get home.”
He’s so cute I could eat him whole.
“Unless of course, you want to go first.”
I lose the battle with my smile and love the way he stares at it.
“Nah,” I mutter, reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ear. “You go ahead, Blue.”
His cheeks turn pink before he nods and grabs his bag, cracking open the door.
“I’ll see you later for the movie?” he whispers, shooting me a small, hopeful smile over his shoulder.
Something squeezes around my heart.
“Yeah,” I nod, watching his face light up. “See you later.”
He shuts the door behind him, leaving his scent in his wake.
Vanilla, caramel.
And sex.
I close my eyes, letting it seep into my skin.
It was just this once, I remind myself.
Just this once.
It’s a long time before my heart stops thrashing around in my chest at the thought.