Chapter 15 #3
His hands squeeze my cheeks, then part them, and he exhales over the exposed tenderness, leaving me shaking on my feet.
He presses in close, his mouth wrapped around my pussy, and I moan as his tongue laps me up.
I lose my grip on the entire world. He is unhurried about devouring me, plunging his tongue into me over and over as if we have all night and the whole dark forest is just an audience.
I’m gasping, forehead dropping to my white knuckles on the railing, hips chasing him back shamelessly.
Then his tongue sweeps upward, flicking at my puckering ass, and I flinch. “Oh!” At first, I’m unsure, the sensation new. Yet he’s relentless, starving, licking me, and I’m groaning as slick drips down my inner thighs at the hunger destroying me.
I’ve never had anyone go down on me like this, but the thrill pushes me closer to the edge as I writhe against his mouth.
But his finger is soon there, and he pushes it into me.
I gasp loudly at the tightness. His teeth are on my cheeks again, gently biting, as his finger works deeper into me, his thumb reaching lower and pushing into my pussy.
And for those few moments, I’m riding his fingers, rocking my hips.
Every time I climb close, he eases off his pace, drags me back down, and builds up the momentum again. I’m strung so tight I could sob. “Roman, please, please” are the only words I have left.
Only then does he thrust into me hard, fast. When I finally break, I have to bite the scream to keep it low, and he does not stop thrusting, teasing, biting until I’m draped, limp and spent, over the rail. Every inch of me shudders as I squeeze his fingers, convulsing.
He finally pulls his fingers out of me, chuckling. “Fuck, Lucy, you’re so sexy.”
I glance over my shoulder at him, breathless, buzzing so hard I’m about to pass out.
He lifts his gaze to me, smirking. “Are you ready for me now?”
“You genuinely have no idea,” I pant.
“Oh, I have some idea.” That husky voice again, and then he unzips his jeans.
Of course I glance down. He shoves them to his thighs, and his enormous cock springs free.
I swallow hard, staring at how stiff it stands, how impossibly thick it is.
For one breathless second, the sheer size of him almost scares me, but beneath the nerves, excitement shivers through every inch of me.
He reaches over and runs his finger through my folds, and I shudder with desire. Then he coats his cock with my slick.
I nibble on the corner of my lower lip, watching, loving the way he does that. He lifts his head, grinning, and he’s all teeth, like a starved wolf. Stepping closer, he guides himself against my entrance, and a purr brushes over my throat.
“That’s it. Purr for me.” He pushes into me in one long, unceremonious stroke, no easing me into it, and the sheer size of him all at once tears a broken cry from my throat.
For a second, everything inside me blanks.
There’s only Roman, the shock of him, the dark thrill of realizing just how completely I’ve handed myself over.
His fingers clamp onto my hips as he takes me there, bent over my own balcony railing, and this is not the man who carves butterflies and apologizes for cursing.
This is the thing that lives underneath him, and discovering I’m not afraid of that side of him nearly undoes me as much as anything else.
“You feel like you were built for me,” he growls, driving into me deep and mercilessly. “You have no idea what you do to me, Lucy.”
The words go straight through me. My grip tightens on the railing until my fingers ache. I’m losing myself to him frighteningly fast, and the darkest part is that I don’t want to find my way back.
He thrusts into me, his pace picking up, the sound of him slapping into me growing.
“You’re so…” I’m gasping, hunting for words and coming up with almost nothing. “You’re so big I can barely…”
“You can take me. You’re taking me perfectly, my Omega.” His palm spreads warmly and possessively across my belly, pressing me back onto him. “Feel that? That’s all of me. That’s how deep you let me in.”
A helpless sound breaks from me, his words stripping away another piece of my control. My thoughts are dissolving, my body answering him faster than my mind can keep up, and all I can do is hold on while this darker version of him drags me further under. I roll my hips higher for more depth.
He works his hips, driving into me, the sensation hitting every nerve inside me. I’m shaking, gasping, as he fucks me, over and over, losing what reality is anymore. I let myself selfishly take what I’ve craved from him.
“Fuck, I love your pussy so much, Lucy.” His words push me hard as he jackhammers into me, and I completely lose it. I’m moaning, my head back, spine arched as I shake uncontrollably, coming all over his huge cock.
He growls behind me, and I feel him break right along with me as he buries himself and lets go. His fingers dig into me as he hisses, the warmth of his cum filling me. With it comes the pressure and tight stretch of his knot swelling thick, sealing us together, and I cry out at the size of it.
He hooks an arm under my chest and lifts me completely off my feet, my back flush against his chest, holding me pinned on his cock, locked and full.
His other hand glides down between my thighs, fingers on my clit.
He’s rubbing me as he still pumps me with his seed, and this arousal stretches out into the longest, deepest undoing of my life.
He’s kissing my temple, the side of my face, but I’m too blissed out to fully come back down to Earth. The whole time, Roman’s growling, giving the kind of pleasure that’s different from anything else.
As I slowly drift back down, wrung out and gasping, he’s still rumbling low in my ear, playing with my clit. “I love having you completely at my mercy.”
And he is not wrong, seeing as I’m in no position to argue.
“So damn beautiful,” he breathes, and his clever fingers keep up their slow, ruthless work.
“Roman. If you don’t quit, I’m going to…”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want.” His breath scorches down my throat. “Come apart one more time for me, while I’m still locked inside you.”
“You cannot be serious. You can’t just…”
“I can.” And then his mouth is right at my ear.
“Picture it, down in the trees. Wolf and Grayson, looking up at your balcony right now. Seeing you with your skirt to your waist, my fingers playing with your pussy, with my cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.” His teeth catch my earlobe, then he sucks on it, and I’m shivering with excitement.
“They’d lose their fucking minds. Give it to me.
” And God help me, every word drags me right up and over, and I break apart a third time, shaking to pieces in his arms, held up by nothing but him.
He presses his mouth to the back of my neck, snarling, his body shuddering as much as mine.
“There. That was worth the climb.” We’re both standing there, gasping for air, perspiration sticking my hair to me, and part of me keeps staring into the dark, wondering if those two are down there.
Was this Roman’s intention all along? Is it ridiculous that the idea turns me on so much?
Still locked to me, Roman finally carries me back through the balcony door, shoulders it shut behind us, throws the bolt, and lowers us both onto the bed on our sides. He’s curved around my back, and we sink into the mattress, wrung entirely dry.
“I have never,” I mumble into the pillow, “come three times that fast in my entire life. You’re an absolute animal, and I can’t get enough.”
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His lips move against my shoulder. “It’s been so long for me since I’ve been with anyone. I’ve been so hungry to fuck you.”
I huff out a wrecked, delighted breath. “Oh, trust me. I picked up on that.”
He strokes my hip, presses a kiss to the side of my neck, and I feel him everywhere, in my body and behind my ribs, warm and enormous and mine.
“Rest,” he murmurs. “After, we’ll get some food for energy, and then we’ll go again.”
I giggle at him. “Unless I fall asleep from exhaustion and physical trauma.”
“Then I’ll wake you up.” His mouth is on my shoulder. “With your favorite part of me. My tongue.”
I burst out laughing, causing the heaviness of his knot to pulse, and I cry out again as he chuckles behind me.
“Careful, gorgeous.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Every time you laugh like that, I get a little less willing to let this night end.”