Chapter 21 #2
“The first time, you’re going to come just like this, Lana,” he groans, and I can feel his hard cock on my back, insistent and as needy as I am.
“F-f-first?” I ask, stuttering through another wave of pleasure, building to something fierce and overwhelming.
“Oh, heartbreaker,” he says with a laugh that I feel along my back.
“You don’t think you’re just going to come just once, do you?
” I don’t speak because, in my experience, that answer is, in fact, yes.
Once is more than enough with most men, if you’re lucky.
“Oh, no, baby. You’re going to be moaning my name all fucking night. ”
That’s what it does.
Or maybe it’s the way his voice rumbles in my ear, his hips pushing forward, and his fingers sinking deeper as I tighten around them, a promise of what’s to come.
Or maybe it’s just Rome, the way he’s holding me and the way he seems to surprise me at every turn that has me coming hard and fast and unexpectedly. My legs go weak, but Rome holds me through it, muttering words I can barely understand, but that sends that pleasure spiraling higher all the same.
Gorgeous. Hot. Stunning.
Once I slowly come down, he slides his fingers out and up, getting the skin along my belly wet as he does. His hand leaves my breast and starts to tug at my shorts while the fingers that were inside me lift, stopping before my mouth.
“Clean these, Lana,” he says. While I love his babys and heartbreakers, I might like Lana most of all, especially when his eyes are locked on mine in the mirror, burning with need and desire. Especially when it’s said gruffly and filled with his own uncontrolled desire.
I do what he asks, holding his gaze as I run my tongue over his fingers, sucking them like I’m sucking his dick while helping to get my shorts down. When he’s satisfied I’ve done my job, he turns me, then steps back. “Bra next,” he says, crossing his arms to yank his tee off.
But I don’t move because I finally get to see Rome in all his glory, able to take him in with my eyes and my—what glory it is.
It seems all those hours in the gym are worth it, if the six-pack and toned pecs are anything to go by.
I, of course, knew his arms were drool-worthy, but fuck, the entire package is something else.
His tan skin glows, and I want to run my tongue over the happy trail that gets thicker as it disappears into his boxer briefs.
He slides his shorts down, leaving him in the tight underwear, and my god, it’s clear his cock is just as perfect as the rest of him.
“Bra, Lana,” he says, but his cocky smile tells me he knows exactly why I got distracted.
“I’m enjoying the view,” I say, leaning my hands back into the desk behind me.
His grin widens before he slides his boxers down, and I bite back a groan when his hard, thick cock bobs free.
I can’t even fake being unaffected when he wraps his hand around himself and tugs.
My jaw drops just a bit, a shaky breath leaving my lips as I watch.
“Bra off, Lana,” he repeats, this time less playful and more of a command. I obey, pulling my thin bra off, but in the moments I can’t see, he has closed the gap between us. With his hands on my waist, he moves me over and backward until my back is pressed to a wall.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans, one hand sliding up to cup my breast and roll the sensitive nipple.
I may have already come, but something tells me that was nothing compared to the pleasure I have in store for me.
Before I can say anything else, he bends, putting his rough hands to the sensitive skin at my waist and lifting me.
On instinct, my legs wrap around him as he kisses me.
It’s hot and wet and filled with need, any of the control he had earlier long gone as his tongue tastes mine, teeth nipping and breaths panting.
I’m mostly caught up in the feel of his body pushed against mine, the way his cock rests along my center, his fingers digging into my hips.
On instinct, I shift, feeling how my wetness helps him glide effortlessly below me, and a soft moan leaves my lips at the feel.
He’s hard and thick and long, and all I want is him inside me.
With a low groan, he begins to move, sliding me over his cock, and I’m confident I could come just like his, his thickness between my folds, my swollen clit bumping against the head with each glide, his heavy breaths in my ear.
“I need you so bad,” I whine, helping to rock my hips. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance at all, and his low groaning doesn’t help the situation.
“I have to get a condom,” he says into my neck, his hips still thrusting. One shift, and he would be deep inside of me, something I’m desperate for. I breathe out but shake my head.
“I’m on the pill. I got my annual before I came here; all was clear.”
“Me too. It’s a requirement. I haven’t been with anyone since.” I tighten over him, though I’m too far gone to wonder if he can feel it.
“Fuck me, Rome. Please, god, just—Ahh!” I don’t get the chance to finish my plea before he’s shifting me, pulling his hips back, and sliding his cock into me.
We both moan loudly at the feel as he stretches me so wide that there’s the tiniest hint of pain.
It could be from his size, or the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve had a man inside of me, but as he pulls out and slides back in, all thoughts flee my mind other than how fucking magnificent it feels.
“Holy fucking shit, you feel perfect,” he grits out into my neck, echoing my thoughts as he pulls back and slides back in, fucking me against the wall. Weeks of tension between us are suddenly focused between my legs, and I’ve never been more turned on or felt more wanted in my life.
“Rome,” I moan, and his head dips, taking a nipple between his lips.
I let out a gasp, head falling back to hit the wall as pleasure curls in my belly.
He groans as I tighten around him, the vibrations moving through my breasts and sending me higher and higher until I’m teetering on the edge of my second orgasm of the night.
“Fuck this,” he murmurs, his lips leaving me, his hands tightening on my ass as he walks to the bed.
Then he slides out for me and tosses me onto the mattress.
A whimper escapes my lips as I look up at him, completely dismayed, but he just smiles down at me.
His fingers slide through my pussy, gathering wet, and slide over my clit.
“Does my baby miss my cock already?”
“Yes,” I groan, my own hand moving between my legs, but before I make it here, his hand swats mine away.
Then he shifts me, rolling my body until I’m on my belly and positioning me to my knees on the edge of the bed.
My pussy tightens as I feel his warmth behind me, as the head of his cock slides into my cunt at the perfect height.
A deep, pleased noise escapes his lips and has me tightening further.
His hand moves to my back, pressing me into the mattress as my hips stay up. “Fuck, Lana, your ass is perfection.” His cock slides in one, two inches, then back out. My hips push back, my body desperate for more.
“Rome.”
“Mmm, yeah. Like that, Lana. Beg for it,” he growls, and that desire intensifies with his words.
“I need you,” I admit, and he repeats the move, in and out, fucking me with just the tip.
It’s an exquisite torture, but nothing less than I would expect from him.
I look over my shoulder, then moan when I see his eyes locked on where we’re meeting, his lips parted, heavy breaths coming as if he’s torturing himself just as badly as he’s torturing me.
“Roman, please,” I whine, and then his eyes lock on mine, flaring before he slams into me.