Chapter Eighteen
Nico
We leave the skates at the box, where Coach told me to, and Roman and I head out to catch the bus. Once we’re back in the Village, the energy shifts as we both know it’s time to part ways but neither of us wants to.
And to think, in just a few days, we’ll be parting ways for good…
I don’t want to think about that, so I push the thought away and focus on now.
“I had a lot of fun learning about figure skating,” Roman says as we walk toward the buildings, so close our arms brush each other the whole time. This time, I know it’s purposeful.
“And I had fun learning about hockey… sort of.”
“Next time we need sticks and a puck. I’ll teach you how to shoot it.”
I huff a laugh. “I’ll admit I’ll be terrible at that.”
“You admitting failure? No way.”
I shoulder bump him. “I know I have limitations.”
He hums a sound of approval as we come up on my building. We both stand there and stare at it, making no other move or saying a word.
Now I’m even more certain that we’re on the same page. It’s not just me who feels this way, who doesn’t want this to end. Because now we’re closer to the end and each goodbye means we’ve spent more time together than we have left for the future.
“I could sneak you in…” I suggest.
He looks up at the building. “It’d be easier to sneak you into my room.”
“Yeah? Let’s do it,” I say eagerly.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say. Then lower my voice and add, “Please.”
We share a moment then, something silent passing between us. An understanding, I guess.
“Let me text Connor.” He reaches for his phone, and I grab his arm.
“I’m not worried about him seeing me. Unless…”
“Neither am I. I just thought you’d want to keep this private.”
“If you trust him not to say anything, then so do I. It’s not that I don’t want people to know, but why cause gossip if we don’t need to?”
“That was my thought exactly… Connor won’t say anything if I tell him not to.”
I nod. “Then let’s go.”
He breathes a sigh of relief, shoving his phone back into his pocket, and we head to his building and up to his room. He unlocks the door and steps inside, letting me in too. Roman walks over to Connor’s room and peeks inside, then comes back to me.
“He’s sleeping,” he says.
“I guess we better be quiet then.”
I take his hand and lead him into his bedroom, closing the door and taking my coat off.
Roman does the same, putting it and his sweatshirt on the chair. I go to him, not wanting to waste any time, because we don’t have much left.
I slide my hands up his firm chest, wrapping them around the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss me.
His lips are cold, but his mouth is warm, his tongue soft.
His large hands come around my waist, and I guide us to the bed, backing him up against it until he sits.
I straddle him, deepening the kiss and grinding down on him, making no mistake in what my intentions are with him tonight.
I tug at the bottom of his shirt before lifting it up and pulling it off.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper, looking down between us at his firm chest. I drag my fingers over his pecs and down his ribs. I meet his eyes.
“So are you,” he breathes out before capturing my lips again.
There is no doubt in my mind that this man wants me as badly as I want him. The chemistry between us is off the charts.
“Do you need to get a condom from Connor’s room?” I ask as I work at the button on his pants.
“Already did.”
I narrow my eyes, stopping my movements. “When?”
He grins, leaning in to kiss my neck. “This morning.”
“So, you planned this?” I ask through a moan as he sucks gently on the spot beneath my ear.
“Hoped for it.”
He pulls my shirt off, moving his mouth down my chest until he finds my nipple and nips at it. I groan, nails digging into his shoulders. Everything he does is so good, so perfect, so right.
How does he know how to do all the right things?
With a hand on his chest, I urge him back until he’s lying down. I get to my feet and help him get his pants off. I stand there a moment, just taking him in, completely naked and confident in who he is as he lies on the bed naked and hard for me.
“Mon Dieu,” I whisper, taking in the perfection that is Roman Blake Callahan. I flick my eyes up to meet his. “Is this real?”
“Very.”
I shake my head, biting my bottom lip as I step forward and lean over him. I run my hands up his chest as I run my tongue along his shaft. He moans, hips moving up to chase my mouth.
I lick the tip, savoring the tangy taste of his precum, then suck on the head and take him deeper. He groans, his body tensing.
“You’re so good at that,” he says, knowing just the right things to say to feed my ego.
I go harder, giving him more so he really knows how good I can be.
His dick gets harder, moans get closer together, and I want to keep going and let him come in my mouth, but I have other plans for him, so I pull off.
He looks down at me, so much heat in his eyes.
“Where are they?” I ask.
He gestures to the end table beside his bed, and I dig through the drawer to pull out a condom—there are multiple in here and not for a second do I think they’re for anyone but me.
There’s just something about Roman that tells me he isn’t like that.
I take the lube and drop them both beside him as I get my pants off.
I crawl over his thighs, straddle him and pick up the condom to open and roll onto his thick cock.
“Can I ride you?” I ask.
He groans, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck yes.”
I slide up his body after adding more lube to him and settle over his dick.
I slowly work him into me. Since there was no prep and he’s big, it takes some time, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I think he’s enjoying every minute of it, and so am I.
Feeling him throb. Listening to him groan.
Feeling his fingers digging into my skin because he’s ready to be inside me.
Once he’s eased inside, I stay like that for a few moments, allowing my body to get used to his size before I start to move, grinding against him in a way that hits my prostate each and every time.
I move faster and harder. Roman fucks up into me from below, holding on to me to keep me in place.
His gaze stays between us, watching himself disappear inside me, and I wish I could see that.
“So hot,” he says, eyes flicking up to mine. “You’re so hot.”
I grin as I keep fucking him, getting closer and closer to coming.
He wraps his hand around my dick, tugging slowly, which brings me right to the edge.
“I’m close,” he warns, which gives me some relief. At least I’m not way ahead of him on that.
“Me too,” I breathe out. “Keep doing that.”
Roman shifts his legs, going even deeper inside me.
“Roman—” I whine as the orgasm takes me over. He jerks me through it, my cum painting his abs as he fills the condom inside me, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
I fall forward, his cock falling out of me in the process.
“I have no bones left,” I say tiredly, unable to open my eyes.
His arms come around me. “You don’t have to move. I like you like this.”
I like being like this too.
And that’s the problem, isn’t it?