Chapter 12
TWELVE
JESSE
Lip balm is my new best friend. My bestest of friends.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been going through the little tubes like crazy, applying and re-applying every chance I get to soothe the sensitive skin.
The December cold stings my lips every time I go outside, but at least I can use it as an excuse with my mom since I’ve never been a stranger to chapped lips in winter.
But of course, the cold has nothing to do with it.
I’m sure if I stopped kissing Roman every time we have a moment together, or if he didn’t corner me every chance we got to suck on my lips until they’re raw and I’m moaning in his mouth, they would eventually go back to normal.
They would stop tingling and I wouldn’t get feral flutters in my stomach every time I run my tongue over them.
I wouldn’t remember Roman’s words from the first time he licked the lip balm off them, murmuring that I tasted even sweeter now, sending shivers through my whole body.
If only we stopped.
The thought makes something shrivel and die inside me—never being this close to him again, never feeling again the rush that consumes me when I watch the same urgency that burns inside me reflected in his own eyes when it’s been too long, when it’s been hours since we’ve touched in some way or form.
And it’s an urgency that builds into near desperation in those weeks before Christmas break when school kicks my ass every day.
With the mountain of studying I have to do, there’s barely any time to spend together, only managing to sneak in a few secret, heated kisses at night under his covers, before falling asleep on him.
When school finally breaks for the holidays, I could weep from the relief of finally having some time to myself. And with Roman.
It’s early afternoon when I get under the hot shower and let all the pressure of the last few weeks drain out of me, my muscles relaxing, my body going loose.
I sigh deeply when it’s time to get out, wrapping a towel around my waist and using another to wring as much water as I can out of my hair, smiling distractedly while thinking how much Roman likes to touch and play with it.
I’m still distracted when I open the bathroom door, which is why I bump against a hard chest.
A strong arm wraps around my waist to steady me and my heartbeat races when I look up and meet Roman’s dark gaze, filled with amusement.
“You should really watch where you’re going, little bird.
I’m gonna start thinking you like falling on me on purpose,” he says in a low voice, a smirk teasing his lips.
But when his eyes wander down my almost completely naked body, tracing an invisible path from my neck to the towel hanging precariously low on my hips, all the amusement disappears, leaving behind a searing expression that burns through me.
I have to swallow before I answer.
“You don’t seem to mind, Ro,” I mumble breathlessly, shivering when his arm shifts, releasing my waist, and I feel his fingers trailing up and down my back.
My eyes slip shut, my head falling to the side, abandoning myself to the sensation, and I reach up blindly to grasp his shirt when my legs start feeling unsteady.
A soft whimper escapes me when Roman leans down and nuzzles my temple, before moving further down, kissing and sucking lightly on my neck.
“You, falling on me like a fucking wet dream?” he rasps, maneuvering me until my back meets the hard surface of the hallway wall, my eyes opening and drowning into his. “No, Blue. I don’t fucking mind at all.”
His arms cage me in and I see nothing, smell nothing, feel nothing but him.
“Kiss me, Roman,” I whisper, using my hands on his shirt as leverage to arch my body towards his, my lips grazing his jaw. “It’s been hours since you kissed me. Need you. Need you to touch me.”
He swears under his breath, before he’s prying my lips open and licking inside my mouth.
The guttural sound that builds in my throat is muffled by the hungry strokes of Roman’s tongue as we practically attack each other—biting, sucking, eating at each other’s mouth.
His body pins me to the wall, pressing tightly, grinding on me, and I can feel everything through the thin towel, every inch of his need for me.
God, I love that he gets so hard for me.
Dark, possessive satisfaction runs through my veins and I revel in it, in how much he wants me. He should only want me. No one else.
My hands find their way to his hair and I grip it tightly enough that he growls in my mouth, the raw sound making me tremble, making my cock so hard it hurts beneath my towel.
His clothes are rough against my bare skin but I don’t fucking care. I love the contrast, how we must look right now—me almost naked with Roman in all his dark glory on me, owning me, trapping me with his body so I can’t move.
“Take it off me,” I pant when we break apart, both of us breathing heavily in the small space between us, our eyes never looking away from each other’s. “Take off my towel, Ro.”
It’s a demand and a plea at the same time, and I can tell he likes that it’s both, a pleased glint sparkling in his eyes as he takes one of his hands off the wall by my head and loosens the towel.
It pools around my feet and I hiss as the cool air hits my heated skin.
I can see the way he swallows thickly as he takes in all of me, watching me like he’s witnessing a damn miracle.
“I thought you couldn’t look any more beautiful than you do every day, but I was wrong,” he mutters in a harsh whisper, and his words send a different kind of warmth rushing through my veins. One that curls around my heart and squeezes until I can’t breathe.
The same warmth that rages into an inferno when his eyes meet mine again, soft and burning.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
He smiles and my chest aches.
And it aches even more when his forehead touches mine and he’s so close everything else falls away.
“I am only looking at you, Blue.”
Yes.
I nod frantically against him, a stuttering breath leaving my mouth when I wrap my hand around my dick, giving it a slow, firm stroke that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck, angel. You have no idea how you look right now.” His voice is pure gravel, his eyes following every stroke hungrily.
“How—How do I look?”
“Like pure fucking sin. I want to touch you so bad, Blue. Can I touch you?”
“God, yes, Roman,” I breathe out, letting my hand fall away, looping my arms around his neck. “Will you make us come like last time?”
The smile he aims at me is full of dark promise.
“I can do something better,” he says, and my pulse hammers in my throat when he tugs his sweats down below his ass, exposing his hard length to my greedy eyes, before he’s fisting us both together.
I damn near choke on my own saliva when he starts pumping us, using our combined precum to smooth the way, his hips rolling in time with his movements.
“Oh,” I moan softly, impossible to take my eyes off us.
He’s slightly bigger and thicker than me, but we still fit perfectly in his palm.
The red, fat head of his cock catches against my sensitive slit and I bury my mouth in his neck to stop myself from screaming.
“Oh, fuck. You’re a fucking genius. I’m going to come so fucking fast. How is this so hot? ”
He chuckles and the sound makes my dick jump in his hand.
“You like this, baby?” His strokes get rougher, harder, and I cling to him, pleasure like I’ve never known rushing through me, threatening to topple me over.
“You like having your dick pumped by your stepbrother in the middle of the hallway where anyone could catch us like this? Catch me milking the cum out of both of us?”
We’re still the only ones at home, but it won’t be for long, and fuck if his words aren’t damn hot.
“Yes.” The word punches out of me with one deliciously brutal twist of his hand on us. “Your dick feels so good against mine, so wet, so fucking hard. You work me so well, Ro. I didn’t – ah – didn’t know it would be like this.”
His hand momentarily stills on us, the loss of his perfect touch prompting me to pull my head back from his neck and look into his dark eyes that bore into me with an intensity that makes me throb.
“You’ve never done this before?”
I swallow and shake my head, watching as his jaw locks and his hand instinctively squeezes us together, making my eyes flutter.
“I haven’t done anything before you,” I confess, and the possessive glint in his gaze sends a thrill through me.
He loves it. He loves that he’s the only one who’s touched me.
“Was I the first to kiss you?” he grates out, resuming his stroking, his other hand coming up to caress my cheek, the touch so soft, so different from the devastating pleasure that’s barreling down on me. “The first to touch you?”
I nod, tightening my arms around his neck, my body torn between the tenderness of his caress and the release that is so close I can taste it. “You’re the only one.”
“Goddamn, Jesse.” He sounds wrecked. Exactly as I feel.
“Call me baby again,” I plead as my dick stiffens in his palm and heat travels down my spine, our movements getting messy, sloppy, erratic, our lips bumping together.
“Come on me, baby.” He bites my lip, the sting making everything sharper, better. “Cover us in your cum.”
It’s like my body was waiting for those softly-spoken, filthy words.
He swallows my scream as I start to shake, shooting all over us, coming my fucking brains out, Roman groaning deeply as he joins me, his hand stuttering but never stopping until he’s wrung out every drop from both of us.
We’re breathing hard, still wrapped around each other, and I can’t help brushing my lips against his, needing to feel him.
He falls into me, kissing me gently, slowly, letting the frenzy bleed out of us.
The sound of the front door opening and closing makes us both freeze. It only takes us a shared look, before Roman is sneaking in one last, quick peck while trying to put himself together from the mess we made. He disappears into his room and I grab the fallen towel, running back into the bathroom.
We’re both grinning the entire time.