Chapter 25 #2
Because he’s only looking at me, and he’s letting me see it all, hiding nothing from me.
And it feels so good.
Roman’s chest rises and falls in short, shallow breaths that are no different from mine, but I want more from him.
I want to break him.
I want to make him lose his fucking mind.
I want to give him what he wants.
Just for now. Just for this moment.
So, I let my knees fall open, just a little. Just enough for him to see what he does to me. How hard I am for him, too.
He curses low and filthy under his breath, watching me between my thighs with a want that feels like a stroke on my dick.
A whimper slips out of me, and the sound has Roman’s free hand reaching for his thick bulge, squeezing it through the material with a guttural groan that should be illegal.
I watch transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away, unable to stop the words.
“I want to see you.”
Roman’s eyes flash with pure heat, but it’s the playful tilt on the corner of his sinful mouth that makes it even harder for me to breathe.
“Yeah?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Yeah.”
And my vision fucking blurs, all the blood in my body rushing to my own dick that feels like it’s being choked, all because Roman is pulling his shorts lower, his T-shirt higher, letting his cock slap free on his tight abs.
Fuck, he’s so damn hard, long and thick, his fat head already wet.
It makes my mouth water.
He wraps his hand around himself, fisting the shaft tightly, a low groan of relief breaking out of him when he starts pumping himself slow but hard, rubbing the sensitive tip, before his hand slides down again in a firm stroke.
I moan softly again when his grip tightens on my leg, but this time, he applies more pressure on it, gently opening me up even more, spreading my legs wider.
Showing me what he wants.
“You wanna see, too?” I murmur, giving him the smile he loves, the one he’s always said made me look like a little demon.
And fuck if his eyes don’t go feral.
“Yes.” A growl.
“Then, you know what to do.”
His eyes are pitch-black when he zeroes in on me.
“Please, Jesse,” he says in a voice of pure gravel. “Please, let me see your perfect, drooling cock.”
A shiver goes through me, and I lean with my back against the arm of the couch, so that I’m in his direct line of vision, spread open for him.
He strokes himself lazily, his attention fully on me, and I want to give him the reward he deserves for asking for what he wants.
Hooking my fingers inside the elastic band of my shorts, I draw them down, just enough to expose the pink lace underneath.
The sharp inhale that reaches my ears makes me burn with satisfaction.
“What is that?” He sounds wrecked. “Fuck, what are you wearing?”
“My pink, lace panties,” I answer with the sweetest, most innocent smile in existence.
Roman blinks.
Damn, I might have actually broken him.
“Your pink, lace panties,” he repeats.
“Mhm,” I hum, nodding while I slide my shorts a bit further down, letting him see how stretched the lace is over my hard length, the material darker near the tip where I’m already dripping. “Aren’t they pretty?”
The look Roman gives me is one of warning. One that says that his restraint is fraying by the second, that if I keep pushing him, there’s no telling what he’ll do.
“So fucking pretty,” he agrees hoarsely, smiling like a shark. “I bet they’ll look even prettier soaked in your cum.”
A shameless sound bubbles up my throat at his words, and I have to slide my hand under my panties to grip myself tightly, my eyelids fluttering when I thrust into my fist.
“Fuck, Jesse. Pull yourself out. Show me the mess you’re making.”
And I do show him. I show him everything, baring it all to his hungry gaze, starting to pump myself with purpose, whimpering when I see the way his own strokes get harder and faster.
The living room fills with the sloppy, slapping sounds we’re both making, and for a while, we’re in absolute sync.
But soon, I can’t stop the whimpers flowing out of me, my head lolling back as my body feels like it’s on fire, my cock so hard it hurts, my balls so full.
“I’m so close, Ro,” I moan, needing to come. Needing to come with my Ro. “Tell me you’re close, too.”
“Fuck, baby,” he swears, our eyes locking. He looks gone, so gone for me. For his baby. “Come, angel. Soak those pretty panties for me.”
My back arches with the force of my orgasm, searing heat travelling down my spine as I explode all over my stomach, until my body sings with mind-numbing pleasure.
Roman watches everything, ravenous for me, as his own release rips through him and he groans deep and low, the sound making my still half-hard dick twitch.
We say nothing as we catch our breaths, both of us still half-naked, making no move to hide the evidence of what we just did. Simply sitting there, looking at each other. Letting the realization of what just happened set in.
And for the first time in quite a while I realize he never let go of my leg, his fingers back to caressing my ankle in a feather-light touch that makes me ache.
His eyes are so warm. I remember how nice it used to be, falling into that warmth.
“Okay?” he murmurs quietly, softly.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
And surprisingly, I am.