24. Roman
Roman
After dinner with the guys, I can’t shake the tension thrumming between Damon and me. Every time I glance at him, he’s already looking at me with that heated gaze that makes my stomach twist in ways I can’t explain. He hasn’t touched me since earlier in the kitchen, but the promise in his eyes is enough to keep my nerves buzzing.
The way his green eyes burn, the way his jaw clenches like he’s holding back… It’s a look I’ve seen before, but it’s never been aimed at me.
And fuck, if it doesn’t make my cock twitch.
When we finish eating, he stands and nods toward the hallway. “Let’s go.”
My heart kicks up as I follow him, ignoring the knowing smirk Killian shoots me from across the table.
The second the door to my room clicks shut behind us, I barely have time to turn around before I’m pinned against it. Damon’s hands are bracketing my head, his body pressing into mine. His breath is warm against my cheek, and when I glance up, his expression is raw and hungry.
“Damon—”
“Shut up,” he growls, his voice rough as he crashes his lips against mine.
I groan into his mouth, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, but he’s relentless, his tongue sliding against mine like he’s trying to devour me. There’s nothing soft about it—just heat, desperation, and Damon’s fucking need pouring into me.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” he mutters against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Watching you on the ice, all focused and in control—it makes me want to ruin you.”
“Shit,” I gasp, my head falling back against the door as he trails his lips down my jaw to my neck, sucking hard enough to make me wince. “You could’ve said something at dinner instead of eye-fucking me all night.”
“You think I could’ve waited this long if I didn’t have to?” he snaps, his teeth grazing my throat. “I’ve been hard since your practice, Roman. Every time you hit the ice, all I could think about was sinking my cock in you.”
His hands move to the hem of my hoodie, yanking it up and over my head in one swift motion. He tosses it to the floor, his lips already back on my skin, biting and sucking. My hands find his hair, fingers threading through the dark curls as he bites down on my shoulder, making me hiss.
“Damon,” I breathe, my hands finding the edge of his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor, forgotten, as I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the hard lines of his body.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw as his fingers work on the button of my jeans. “What do you need, Roman? Tell me.”
“I—” My words dissolve into a sharp inhale as he palms me through my jeans.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he mutters, his voice low and full of praise. “All worked up, just for me.”
“Shut up,” I snap, but it comes out weak, my hips jerking into his hand.
“You don’t want me to shut up,” he says, his smirk widening. “You love hearing how much I want you.”
I shiver under his touch, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he steps back, his eyes raking over me. The way he looks at me—like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy him—sends a thrill down my spine.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his hands sliding to my waistband. “And I’m going to fucking mark you so everyone knows.”
Before I can respond, he’s dropping to his knees, his hands tugging at my jeans. I let out a strangled groan as he yanks them down along with my boxers.
“Damon—”
“Shut up,” he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs as he presses his mouth against my hip, his teeth nipping against the piercing. “Let me take care of you.”
I suck in a sharp breath as his tongue flicks over the head of my cock, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. He doesn’t tease me long, his lips wrapping around me as he takes me into his mouth, his movements fucking filthy.
I groan, my head hitting the door as he works me over with his tongue. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he takes me deeper, his mouth hot and wet and perfect.
He smiles around my cock and sinks back down, the glide smoother now, wetter, his jaw flexing as he takes me all the way again. His spit slicks everything, the sound filthy in the best way, and I can feel the tight, warm pull of his throat when he swallows around me.
He pulls back, his lips slick and swollen, and looks up at me with a smirk. “You’re loud, Hotshot. I like it.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap, but my words lose their bite when he takes me back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before he pulls back with a pop.
“Oh, you love it,” he mutters, standing and pressing his body against mine again. His hands roam over my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before sliding lower, gripping my hips. “And you’re going to love this even more.”
He captures my lips again, his kiss messy and dirty as he walks me backward toward the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he pushes me down, standing over me with that wild, possessive gleam in his eyes.
“Get comfortable,” he says as he starts pulling off his shirt. My mouth goes dry as more of his tattoos come into view, the sharp lines and dark ink covering his chest and arms. He tosses the shirt to the floor, his hands moving to his jeans as he watches me. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” I mutter, my eyes dragging over the lean, hard lines of his body. He’s fucking gorgeous, and the way he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal makes my pulse race.
“Good,” he says, shoving his jeans and boxers down and kicking them off. “Because I’ve been waiting too goddamn long for this.”
He climbs onto the bed, his hands gripping my knees as he spreads my legs wider. His gaze rakes over me, dark and hungry, and I can feel myself flushing under his scrutiny.
“Good enough to fucking eat,” he murmurs and before I can respond, his tongue flicks over me, teasing at my hole, and I let out a strangled moan, my hips jerking. He holds me down, his hands gripping my thighs as he licks me again, his tongue fucking me slowly.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands flying to his hair and tugging hard enough to make him groan. “Damon—”
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin. “I’ve got you.”
He dives back in, his tongue working me open with a precision that makes my head spin. The sounds he’s pulling from me are loud and desperate, and he’s loving every second of it, his low groans vibrating against me as he works.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, my back arching as he pushes his tongue deeper, his grip tightening as he holds me in place. “Damon—fuck, that’s—”
He pulls back just enough to smirk up at me, his lips slick and his eyes dark with lust. “You like that, baby? Like me fucking you with my tongue?”
I can’t even respond, too caught up in the heat and pressure and the filthy words spilling from his mouth. He doesn’t wait for an answer, leaning back in and pushing me closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.
He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my body, and when his finger slides in alongside his tongue, I nearly lose it.
When he finally pulls back, I’m a trembling mess, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. He reaches for the lube in my nightstand, his movements quick and my pulse spikes as he slicks up his fingers.
“Relax, Hotshot,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my knee as his hand slides between my legs again. “I told you I’ll take good care of you.”
The first finger pushes in slowly and I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as my body adjusts to the stretch.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters, his voice muffled. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
The nickname makes my chest tighten, but before I can process it, he adds a second finger, the burn and stretch pulling a moan from my lips.
“Keep making those sounds for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
“Damon!” I gasp, my hips shifting as he curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. “Fuck! Right there!”
“That’s it,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck as he works me open, his fingers scissoring and twisting in a way that leaves me trembling. “You’re gonna take me so well.”
I’m too far gone to care about how desperate I sound, my hips rocking against his hand as he works me open. The pressure builds, heat pooling low in my stomach, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge.
“Damon, please,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the lube again to slick me up.
“Stop teasing,” I manage, my voice breathless as I look up at him. “Just—fuck, Damon, just do it.”
His eyes darken, and he reaches for a condom. “Careful what you wish for, baby,” he mutters, his lips twitching into a smirk as he rolls it on. “I don’t play nice.”
“I don’t want nice,” I shoot back, my chest heaving as he settles between my legs. “Give me pain… I fucking need it.”
Damon’s smirk sharpens, his teeth catching on his bottom lip as he runs the tip of his cock over my slick hole.
“Needy little painslut,” he growls, his voice dripping with filthy amusement as he spreads me wide. “Begging me to wreck you. You’d let me tear you apart just to feel something, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, my body arching toward him, desperate for more. “I love it—fuck, Damon, please, just fucking do it already!”
He doesn’t hesitate, pressing the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, teasing it in halfway before slamming into me in one rough thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
The stretch is brutal, every nerve ending screaming as he bottoms out, his cock buried to the hilt. My fingers claw at his back, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, the pain coursing through me like a live wire. But it’s exactly what I need.
“That hurt, baby?” Damon asks, his tone mocking as he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. He stills for a moment, letting me feel the stretch and sheer overwhelming sensation of him filling me completely.
Then he moves.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by his low, guttural groans and my desperate gasps. He leans over me, one hand gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him.
“Look at you,” he says, his tone mocking as he fucks me into the mattress. “Taking me like the desperate little slut you are. You’d let me destroy this perfect hole, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” I cry, my body trembling as he pounds into me, his cock hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “Harder, Damon—please, harder—”
“Fucking shameless,” he growls, his hand slipping down to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin.
I moan, my hips jerking against his, desperate for more. “I love it—I fucking love it,” I mumble incoherently, my voice cracking as he squeezes tighter, the pressure making everything sharper, more intense.
Each thrust is relentless, and I can feel myself unraveling, the heat in my stomach threatening to explode. My body shakes, my head swimming as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, his filthy words and rough touch driving me wild.
“Oh, no, you don’t get to come yet,” he snaps and he squeezes my throat harder. “Not until I say so.”
I whimper, my vision blurring as the pain and pleasure blend together, the pressure in my stomach building to unbearable levels.
“You’re so fucking pathetic, baby,” he growls, his voice rough as he slams into me harder, every thrust punching the air out of my lungs. “Whimpering and begging for me to hurt you. It’s a good thing you’re mine, or I’d make you beg for it louder.”
I’m trembling, my body on the verge of breaking, and the words spill out before I can stop them. “Please, let me—I need to—”
“Come, baby,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear as his grip tightens. “Let everyone know who owns this hole.”
“Damon— fuck —Damon!” I cry, my release hitting me like a freight train. My body arches off the bed, my vision going white as I come hard, the pleasure and pain blending into something blinding and all-consuming.
Damon doesn’t let up, fucking me through it, his thrusts rough and erratic as he chases his own release. His hand tightens on my throat, his other gripping my hip as he slams into me one last time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he shudders, his cock pulsing inside me.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. Then Damon pulls out slowly, his hands still gripping my thighs as he looks down at me, his darkened eyes glinting with satisfaction.
“You’re a fucking wreck,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Just the way I like you.”
I let out a shaky laugh, my body still trembling as I glare up at him. “Asshole.”
“Damn right,” he says, leaning down to press a rough kiss to my lips before pulling back and smirking. “Now clean yourself up, painslut. I’m not done with you yet.”