Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Tegan
“Here, taste this.” The boy sitting next to me at the tabletilts his wine glass up against my lips.The sweet red blend fills my mouth,and I hum as I swallow it down.
“Delicious.”I smile up at him and bite my lip, and he looks likehe'd go at me right here on this table if I asked him to.
But I have absolutely no interestin doing anything with this guy.In fact,if Roman Jostad wasn't watching me from the other side of the courtyard,I would get up and walk away from this table right now.I thought the party would be fun, much more fun than it actually is.
I like the parties at the tournaments. It's an opportunity forthe players to get to know each other, especially the ones who aren't competing against each other,the way that I’m not competing against this young gentleman.
It's an opportunity to see people's faces up close,to hear what their voices sound like.Apparently, it's also an opportunityfor douchebag tennis coachesto stalk you.
I don't know what Roman's problem is,but he's honestly acting like I can't see him watching me.He’s talking toseveral very rich-looking men.As far as I know, none of them are tennis players,probably parents or sponsors.
A lot of people have shown up to this little shindig.There's not a whole lot else to dowhen you're stuck in a hotel room for four days.
You play tennis.
You train.
You eat.
And you talk to other tennis players.
That's it. That's all there is to do.But I'm not convinced for even a secondthat it's a coincidence that Roman and I have ended upat this particular party at the same time.
I saw him at my match.I saw him watching.I was aware of him the whole time, his eyes prickling my skin.It sucked, honestly.Such a distraction. I didn't play my best, by far.
Why is he even here?I can feel him watching mejust like I could on the court.Only this time, I decide to fuck with him.So when this boy, whose name I absolutely cannot remember,leans close to me,I run my fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw.
“Give me a little more,” I tell him.
His pupils are wide. He definitely thinks he's getting his dick sucked tonight, but he’s not.
I usually like hooking up with guysat tournaments and other events. It's the easiest way to scratch the itch.A tennis tournament is easier than Tinder. All these men are out here, spending their days exerting themselves,exercising, building up all this testosterone,and at the end of it , they're just looking for someone to fuck.And usually, I don't mind being that person.
But not tonight.
Roman’s words are niggling me.I know I'm a serious tennis player,and I don't need to prove anything to anybody.
But he's probably right that I shouldn't be drinkingthe night before matches.That I can be stronger, better, faster, healthier.If I was getting more sleep, if I was sober.
But those are not things I'm very good at.This guy—I think his name is Jeff, or Joey—sets his hand on my bare thigh and squeezes.
“We should go back to my room.”
I smile up at him, sweet as pie. “I don't think so. I'm actually really tired, and I have a big match tomorrow.”
He pulls his head back, his lustful expression disappearing.“Yeah, I have a big match tomorrow too, Tegan.”
“I don't know why you're getting so defensive.”
He rolls his eyes.“Because you're a bitch,” he says, pushing away from the table. He's gone faster than the roadrunner.
Shit.
Well, if my plan was to fuck with Roman,he knows now that I'm not getting railed tonight. I thought I was at least going to leave with Jeff/Joey and then I would let him down easy at his door.
I pick up Jeff/Joey's wine glass and throw back what's left in it, using my finger to wipe away a bead of red wine that threatens to trail its way down to my chin.
I will not look at Roman.I will not look to see if he's watching.I will not be embarrassed because I didn't get a chance to reject that asshole first.
I stand from the table,smile at a nearby group of ladiesto pretend like everything is perfect,fix my skirt,and turn to leave. I walk around the side of the building,feeling a weird sense of reliefwhen the music and conversation from the party starts to dim in my senses, when the lights stop being able to reach me.
I walk down the path in the dark.I could have gone through the building to get to my room, but it’s on the opposite of the building from the party.This is nicer, calmer.The midnight sky is blue,and somewhere, I can smell a hint of fresh water and ozone,like it might rain tomorrow.
“You shouldn't walk alone at night.”
My feet skitter to a stop when I hear his voice.“Listen,” I say without turning around. “I don't know what I didto make you think that I want you to follow me around, but?—”
I don't even finish my sentence.Roman settles a large hand on my shoulderand spins me around.
When I look up at him,eyes shining in the moonlight,I feel like everything has tipped upside down.What the hell is happening?
And then his mouth slams down on mine, hard like he’s trying to hurt me.
I groan against his tongue, every thought in my head immediately going quiet so that I can focus on the way he’s grabbing me, walking us backwards as he kisses me, until I’m pressed against the side of the hotel, the brick hard against my back.
He’s gone so quick I gasp, dropping to his knees in front of me. I don’t even have a second to think before he’s got my skirt up around my hips and his mouth pressed between my legs. His tongue licks me through my underwear, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out, my hands going into his soft hair.
Holy shit.
I look down at him, one of my legs hiked up over his shoulder. Is this really happening? Is Roman Jostad really about to eat me out up against a building, yards from a very loud party?”
His eyes find mine, and the picture of him is intoxicating, chin pressed to my pelvic bone, hands gripping my bare thighs.
“This okay?” he asks.
I snort. “Sure, now you ask.”
He bites my thigh, and I yelp before slamming a hand against my mouth. Down below, Roman chuckles, and then all amusement is gone as he pushes my underwear aside and opens his mouth against my bare pussy.
I slam my eyes shut and press my head back against the building, focusing on breathing, on not letting a single sound escape. The last thing I need is for anyone to wander away from that party and find me with Roman’s mouth between my legs.
Roman Jostad doesn’t need a map to find my clit. He finds it first with his fingers and then with his mouth, tongue flicking against it so fast, my eyes roll back in my head.
But before I can go over the edge, he stands, ripping something out of his back pocket, and it takes me a second to realize it’s a condom.
We’re really doing this. This is really happening.
“Do you always carry condoms around in your pocket?” I ask, watching as he frees himself from his pants and rolls the condom on. In the dark, I can’t get a good look at his dick. What a shame.
“Yes,” Roman says simply, and I don’t have time to question him before he’s got one of my legs hiked up over his hip and is sinking into me.
My mouth falls open, and his hand clamps down over my lips before I can make a noise.
“Quiet,” he says into my ear, pressing his cheek to mine as he pulls out and plunges back into me.
“Harder,” I whisper back.
He grunts and hooks his elbow under my leg, lifting it higher to spread me further. The friction is so good. I tilt my hips, let every press of his body slam up against my clit. I surprise myself when I wrap my arms around his shoulder, when I let him use my body however he wants because he’s Roman Jostad and also because it just feels so good.
“Yes. Fuck me, fuck me.”
He’s ruthless in his thrusts, the sound of his hips slapping against mine seeming so loud in my ears, like tiny gunshots. He starts to roll his hips against me, hitting something inside me that makes me see stars.
I squeak, an unfortunate sound I can’t seem to keep inside, and then start to come around him.
He lets out this relieved sound and then thrusts into me even harder, like someone racing toward a finish line. He groans into my neck, and I hold onto him while he does, my hands buried in his hair.
After a few minutes, Roman lifts his head from my shoulder, looking me in the eye.
What the hell did we just do?