Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
ROME
All it takes is the door latching to wake my dick up.
A need like I’ve never experienced brushes against my skin with my gaze trained to her ass in those cute little pajama shorts, stomping across my hotel floor.
Tessa’s long brown hair sways past her face with her abrupt spin, her arms crossing over her chest to hide the way her nipples poke through the thin fabric.
“By the looks of you, I’m already on my way to winning.” I drop my attention to her breasts, a smirk ghosting my lips.
“I’m cold,” she snips, turning her nose up in my direction.
I take a step toward her and chuckle. “Not only are you late, but now you’re lying to me too?”
With every step I take, she takes one in the opposite direction.
I stop and mimic her stance, crossing my own arms. “What’s the matter, Tess? Afraid you’ll lose the bet?”
Blood rushes to my dick at the sight of her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. She scoffs, and the only thing that does is turn me on further.
Staring at her, all alone in my hotel room, makes me wonder when our tension turned into sexual tension.
“There is no way you’re going to get me to come without touching me.” She’s beaming with confidence, and her mouth lifts on one side into a cute grin. “Maybe if you were that bartender from Bahrain…but–”
I advance on her, and she stops mid-sentence. Her back hits the wall, and her dainty chin juts forward. Instead of grabbing her like I’m desperate to do, I place my palms on the wall beside her head.
She’s caged in, and my heart races with how close we are.
“Your mouth drives me fucking crazy,” I admit, staring at the perfect bow shape. My pulse flies from the heat coming from her body, and I shut my eyes when I lean in close, because her scent is intoxicating.
I line my mouth next to her ear, careful not to touch her, and whisper low, “Everything about you drives me crazy. Your mouth, your eyes, this body…” I blow a hot breath over her neck, and she shivers in front of me.
With my hands still beside her head, I back away and peer at her through hooded eyes.
“You on your knees with my cock in your mouth…” I shake my head.
“The way your chest rises when you’re turned on, like right now. ”
Tessa sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and chews on it.
“I’m not turned on,” she finally says.
“Prove it,” I demand.
“How?”
I flick my chin to her hand. “Well, since I can’t check…you’re going to have to.”
Her pupils dilate, but she remains unmoving.
My desire is at an all-time high. I’m shaking with need, because I know she’s shaking with need.
“If you’re telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about. Right?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
Her eyes dart across the room, and she knows she’s stuck.
“Or do you have something to worry about?”
“I don’t!” she stresses.
I move my mouth over her other ear. “Liar.”
Goosebumps cover her arms, and I ache for her.
She gulps and eventually uncrosses her arms. I take a step away, uncaging her from in between my arms.
Her confidence wavers with my sights set on her, but she’s much too proud to back out of this. With hesitancy, she slips her hand beneath the waistband of her thin sleep shorts, and I can’t decide if I should look at her face or the spot between her legs.
I opt for above the shoulders, and I know the exact moment she touches herself, because her eyes close and her lips part with pleasure.
Fuck.
This may backfire on me.
I’m feral at the visual, and I can’t help but rub the heel of my palm against the growing bulge in my pants.
She flutters her eyelashes, and the hazy glimmer staring back at me has me in a chokehold. Her attention skims down my bare chest to land below my waist.
“Well?” I rasp. “Show me.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I raise a brow. Oh, she thinks she’s in charge.
“How is that fair?” I look down. “I’m showing you how turned on I am.”
Tessa shrugs, like she's unbothered, but the red spreading across her face tells me otherwise.
A fast sigh leaves her when I toy with the string of my sweats. “The difference between you and me is that I’m not afraid to cross the line to show you just how much you turn me on.”
She forces out a denial. “I am not afraid.”
“Then prove it,” I say again, testing her.
“You prove it,” she snaps.
Say less, baby.
I shove my hand inside my pants and grab a hold of my dick with a tight grip.
My head falls backward from the pleasure, and I give myself a few good pumps, my entire body tensing when I loosen the tight hold.
I pin her with a stare, her breaths fast and sharp.
A soft swallow wobbles against her throat, her bottom lip glistening from her licking it.
“It feels good to give in,” I groan. “You can stand there and watch me if you want. I’m not afraid to show you what you do to me.” I squeeze the end of my cock and hiss between my teeth. “Plus, you can deny it all you want, Tess. I know what I do to you without you saying a word.”
There’s too much hot tension between us not to know.
She leans back onto the wall, her fingers teasing the waistband of her shorts. Our eyes remain locked with my hand moving up and down in my pants. Our breaths are heavy, and the nibbling on her lip grows rougher.
Time to amp this up. I shove my pants farther down so she can see more. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Her eyes grow wide.
The buds of her nipples poke through her shirt, and all I want is to lick them.
“Damn it,” she hisses.
Then, she gives in.
Fuck yes.
Her eyes roll back, and her hand disappears beneath her shorts.
I give her a few seconds of pleasure, with flames crawling up my back, before I can’t take it anymore.
I walk over to her and stand inches away. “Show me,” I plead, voice husky.
Her eyes fly open, and her teeth sink into her lip. Without touching her, I grab the thin cotton of her shorts in between my fingers and tug.
She doesn’t stop me.
The piece of clothing falls to the floor, and she steps out of them.
No panties?
I can’t form the words to tease her, because her fingers go right back to the spot she needs, and I watch in awe as she plays with herself.
“God damn.” I squeeze my cock and stare between her legs.
A moan comes from her.
I grind my jaw back and forth and release the hold I have on my cock, because if I’m getting off tonight, it’s going to be inside her.
I cage her against the wall again, careful not to brush my leg against hers.
“Get off for me,” I whisper, mouth hovering beside her ear. “I want to hear your whimpers.”
“Rome,” she whines my name like she wants me to save her, and I will.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I admit, watching every little action.
She sucks in a lungful of air and arches her back against the wall. Her breasts skim my bare chest, and I wrap my arm around her so she doesn’t fall from pleasure. “That’s my girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You got off without me even touching you.”
She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she takes me by total fucking surprise by putting her hands on my shoulders and jumping up into my arms. Her bare pussy, wet and dripping, is there for the taking.
My dick throbs.
I stare at her, and she stares back.
A hot swallow works down my throat when she tightens her grip.
I can tell from the look in her eye what she wants, and I’m not righteous enough to stop the game we’re playing.
A shaky breath cascades out of her, and I position myself in between her legs.
My fingers dig into her thighs, and I hold her steady.
I slide inside, and her sweaty forehead falls to my shoulder.
Holy fucking hell.
I’m too swept away to get a condom.
The restraints loosen, the pull between us releasing as we both surrender.
“Fucking Christ,” I croak.
I carry her over to the bed and lay her down beneath me. Her soft wavy hair splays below her head, and I can’t help but go for her mouth.
I kiss her hard, my mouth covering hers possessively.
My balls tighten, and I thrust without reservation.
She breaks the kiss for a split second. “Make it good, cause we both know this is wrong.”
In other words, this isn’t happening again.
Her legs widen, and I touch her breasts one by one, sending her squirming below me.
“Yes,” she whines. “Faster.”
Whatever you want.
I move fast and try to chase away my orgasm so this can last longer, but with Tessa’s pussy squeezing me mixed with her hot moans, I can’t hold back.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I try to pull out of her, but she digs her heels into my back, so I stay put and shoot my cum inside of her without a single fuck given.
The orgasm lasts long. Tessa’s legs shake, and my entire body stills. It takes too long for me to pull out of her, and when I do, she winces.
Shit. “Did I hurt you?”
With her eyes closed, she shakes her head softly. “It’s just been a while,” she says, voice low and subtle.
That shouldn’t give me a sense of pride, but it does.
I roll over and lie beside her, my breath labored, whereas Tessa’s has slowed to the point that I think she may be asleep.
I’m afraid if I make a noise, she’ll snap out of her dazed state and leave. So I don’t say a word. Instead, I lie unmoving until sleep takes me.
And when I wake up the next morning for Italy, she’s gone.