Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
JESSE
Iwake up very slowly the next morning, my face literally smashed against Roman’s chest, my hair doing everything in its power to suffocate me in my sleep.
Sleep. Oh God, I slept like the dead.
It’s probably still very early, judging from the faint morning light in the room, but I feel more rested than I’ve felt in a long time.
At least, until I move and I realize that there are all sorts of aches in my body. Aches that are new and different, and that definitely shouldn’t make heat swirl low in my groin, or make my cock stir.
I glance up at Roman’s sleeping face and my heart explodes in my chest when image after image from last night assaults my barely woken-up brain; the way he touched me, reverently but possessively, like my body was his to play with, to torture, and to soothe, the way he stretched me open until I was delirious with need, the way he pushed inside me and made me lose my fucking mind.
I don’t even notice I’m rubbing my hard cock against his thigh and mouthing his throat, until I feel a warm hand slide down my spine and cup my ass, guiding my movements and making me shiver.
“Baby?” he says in a voice still rough from sleep, and I release his throat to meet dark eyes slowly filling with the same heat that’s burning me from the inside.
“Want you, Ro,” I whisper, the friction of his thigh on me enough to almost send me over. “Want you again.”
“Blue…” His hand squeezes my ass almost painfully and I fucking love that he’s trying to hold back.
I know what he’s going to say. That it’s reckless when it’s so close to morning and the day is about to start. That we shouldn’t do it again so soon since it will only make me even more sore. That we’re fucking playing with fire, but I don’t care.
I want to feel him inside me again. I want him closer than ever.
“Just one more time, Ro,” I mumble, dragging my lips against his jaw again. A low growl rumbles in his chest when I trail my fingers down his abs and fist his thick cock, pumping it slowly. “We’ll be quick and quiet. I’m still slick from last night. I bet you’ll slip right in.”
My neck arches when his hand grips my hair, tilting my head back.
The dangerous glint in Roman’s eyes sends a savage thrill through me.
“I wonder why I bother calling you angel when you’re a damn demon in disguise.”
“You love it,” I breathe out, challengingly.
“Of course I love it. I love it all, Jesse, and that’s the problem. You’ve no idea what you do to me, the thoughts I have about you.”
His words stun me so bad I don’t know what to say, the intensity in his gaze reducing me to nothing but a trembling mess in his hold.
It’s a look I could easily get addicted to, crave it on me all the time.
“Turn around, Blue. Get on your hands and knees.”
My heart beats loudly in my ears as I turn away from Roman, feeling the cool air of the room kiss my skin when the covers are suddenly thrown off us.
I swallow, suddenly shy as I put myself on display for him, but smiling when I hear his low curse behind me.
It feels like it’s been an eternity when I finally feel the warmth of his body close, close enough to touch, before he presses against me.
I feel my body weakening, becoming loose and pliant when his lips find my nape, following a path between my shoulder blades, down the slope of my back, to the point I have to brace on my elbows, hugging the pillow to bury the whimper that climbs up my throat.
“Spread your legs for me, angel,” he murmurs in my ear.
Oh God, I’m in so much fucking trouble.
My body bows, my back arching, my legs falling open, showing him everything.
I gasp when I feel two wet fingers slide inside me with no warning, while Roman sucks a bruise on my nape.
The initial sting fades almost immediately and then, there’s nothing but deep, aching want.
“Shh, you have to be quiet, baby,” he rasps when shameless, barely muffled moans escape me while I fuck myself back on his fingers, trying desperately to find the spot he used mercilessly last night. “We’ll be quiet, and quick, and it will hurt a little. But you’ll like that, won’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” I choke out, suddenly empty, so empty.
Roman’s body covers me, his hand gripping my hip while the slick, blunt head of his dick presses against my hole.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He pushes in in one long, steady glide until he’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach.
My mind is all over the place, my body not knowing what’s happening to it.
It burns, damn if it burns, but I’m so hard I know that if I so much as touch my cock right now, I will come my brains out.
Roman’s hot shaft throbs inside me and I have to bite my lip to swallow the sounds begging to come out.
God, I feel so full. So full of him. Perfect.
“Now, lie there and let me fuck your pretty, little hole nice and quick,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
And he proceeds to do exactly what he said.
Holding my hips in place, he takes me fast and hard, in shallow strokes that have me clawing at the sheet, at the pillow, at the headboard, as every thrust hits me mind-numbingly right, setting my body on fire.
Everything else falls away, everything but Roman moving inside me, taking me apart on his cock, fucking owning me, the pressure building and building, until I’m hanging on by a thread.
Ruining. He’s ruining me.
“Blue… Oh fuck, Blue,” his voice shakes as he buries himself inside me again and again.
His palm fists my cock, stroking me once, twice, and it’s too much.
I explode around him, coming with a silent scream while he pushes inside me one last time.
He breathes harshly against my hair as he lets himself go, flooding me with warmth, so much fucking warmth, until we both sag, collapsing on top of each other, completely spent.
“You alive back there, Ro?” I mumble in my pillow, and my back shakes with his chuckle.
“Barely. You?”
“I think you broke me. I will need three to five business days to get my legs to move again.”
I wince when he pulls out, and yeah, I’m going to be sore for a while.
Worth it, though.
Roman turns me onto my side, his hand cupping my face, stroking my cheek gently. His eyes twinkle in the morning light.
“You know you asked for this, right?”
Looping my arms around his neck, I reach for his lips.
“No regrets,” I whisper before we’re kissing like we don’t have parents that will be up any minute now, if they aren’t already.
My lips feel raw and sensitive when we part.
I slip out of his bed with difficulty, hating that I have to get back to my room while all I want is to stay here.
I throw some clothes on me, and pause when I reach the door, throwing one last glance behind me.
At him, looking at me from his rumpled bed, the comforter twisted around his lower half, his hair a mess, his dark eyes shining.
He makes my heart stop.
“I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast?” I manage to whisper, unable to hide the hope, the anticipation in my voice.
He gives me the softest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Yeah. See you downstairs.”
I wait until I’m in my room to let my grin go crazy.
***
The shower I take feels divine.
It feels so damn good I could fall asleep standing up, but even the hot water can’t fully take away the lingering soreness and the aches in all sorts of places on my body.
Aches I secretly love that I can still feel, reminding me of what I did with Roman, of how it felt. Of how it still feels like I’m floating, hopping from one pink, fluffy cloud to the next.
God, I had sex with Roman for the first time, and it felt…
It felt incredible.
I only manage to smother the stupid smile on my face long enough to let my mom know that I’ll stay home to get some rest, which, to be fair, isn’t a total lie.
I’m staring at the open fridge, completely spacing out, when the sound of footsteps on the stairs sends my pulse racing.
Closing the fridge door, I turn around just as Roman appears in all his freshly-showered glory.
He’s in all-black as always, and his dark hair is slicked back since it’s still wet, only a couple of wisps falling on his forehead.
He looks calm and relaxed and it makes my chest tighten because I want him to always look like that. Like he’s on the verge of smiling, trying to hide it but betrayed by the sparkle in his eyes. Just like he is right now.
“Are you alone?” he mutters from across the kitchen.
I nod. “Everyone already left for work.”
He makes a non-committal sound, his dark eyes boring into mine, and it feels impossible to move as he strides my way.
The counter digs into the small of my back as Roman leans over me. His gaze catches on my hair that hasn’t fully dried yet, before dipping to what I’m wearing.
“Are we staying home today?” he asks, his hand reaching for the hem of the soft, pink sweater I like wearing in the house. His fingers casually slip underneath it, grazing the skin just above the band of my sweats and making me shiver.
Fuck, why does everything stop when he looks at me, when he touches me?
Why does everything else simply seize to exist—school, worries, the outside world?
Why does everything else just seize to matter?
The corners of his lips pull up when he feels my belly jump beneath his fingers, and the faint smirk shouldn’t look as hot on him as it does.
“We?” I raise an eyebrow, while subtly pressing against the small touch.
“Yeah. For some reason, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Oh God, now he’s giving me amused-and-sexy Roman? What the hell happened to reluctantly-broody Roman? Does he want to see me expire in the middle of the kitchen?
“Huh, what a coincidence. Me neither. But you know,” I swallow when his hand travels from my belly to my hip, squeezing it gently, “someone told me that getting some fresh air helps. And going for a ride is always good.”
There’s nothing but pure fire in his gaze.
“Yeah, who doesn’t love a good ride?”
Jesus.
I’m the first to break, my face splitting into a smile that feels suspiciously shy, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
I bet I’m fucking blushing.
My chest hurts when Roman lowers his head and nuzzles my temple.
“Are you sore, Blue?” he mumbles against my skin, the concern in his tone filling my body with warmth.
“Just a little,” I sigh, letting my head rest on his shoulder, melting against him. “I don’t mind it.”
He groans and I chuckle.
“Damn you, Jesse.”
His hand moves up my back, caressing it so soothingly my eyes close.
“Hey, Roman?”
“Yeah.”
“Does it always feel like this?” I whisper, needing to know, needing to hear his answer, to hear him say that this is special, that this means something. “Fucking someone. Does it feel like this?”
The hand on my back stills and my heart jumps in my throat when his arm wraps around me, pulling me tight against his body.
“No, Blue.” The words are rough, as if coming from a place deep inside him. “It never feels like this.”
I only nod with a small ‘okay’ because I don’t trust myself to say anything more for a while.
“Wanna grab breakfast and eat upstairs?” he asks softly.
I nod again, and that’s what we do; eat breakfast in Roman’s newly-changed sheets, listening to the angsty metal songs he likes that are definitely growing on me, while a barely-there spring breeze wafts through his cracked-open window.
I wish I could stay on this pink cloud forever.