36. Volcano
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
volcano
IMOGEN
Well, my desire for a good dicking has finally overpowered my ravenous need for academic validation. I should be thinking about my presentation tomorrow, but right now, all I can stare at is the clock, counting down the minutes until I get to fuck that gorgeous man.
I squeeze my thighs together and grab my phone to text him for what has to be the hundredth time. I never used to be this clingy, but I guess love changes you.
IMOGEN: Can I fuck you now?
ROMAN: Ten more minutes. Pretend to go to the kitchen first, get a drink of water.
IMOGEN: Chill out, Columbo. We’re not planning the perfect murder.
ROMAN: We still have to be discreet, and Columbo didn’t plan murders, he solved them. Show Peter Falk some respect.
I groan, rolling onto my back with my phone clutched firmly in my hand. It’s no different than us sneaking around the university, but now that we’re in such close quarters, the tension has mounted to the point where I feel like I’m choking on it.
IMOGEN: I’ve got something special for you tonight, cowboy.
I see three dots appear and then disappear a few times.
ROMAN: As long as it doesn’t wake anyone up, I’m game.
Sighing, I pull up the picture Abi took of us this afternoon when we were skiing. Fuck, I’ve got it so bad it’s disgusting. It feels like this is the first time I’m falling in love. Really falling in love. The kind of shit you see in movies. I glance up at the clock again. It’s been an hour. Logan and Abi have to be asleep by now.
“Fuck this,” I growl, tossing the blankets off of me.
I grab two spools of rope, some lube, and a vibrating cock ring out of my bag. Then, I change into a pair of lacy black underwear, before shrugging on a silk robe and nothing else. I leave my phone on the bed and stick my head out the door, glancing around. It’s pitch black and all that surrounds me is a crushing silence, accompanied by the lightest rattling of the wind against the windows.
I creep past Logan’s room, pressing my ear against the door to listen for any sign that he’s awake. Nothing. Good. I slip down the hall toward the staircase, only stopping in my tracks when I see Abi’s bedroom door wide open. I feel my blood freeze. There’s no way I can make it past without her seeing me. I stand stock-still for a minute, and then another, straining for any sound to let me know if it’s safe to pass. But there’s nothing. So I creep a little closer, and closer still, finally getting up the courage to peek inside.
It’s… empty?
My eyes dart toward Logan’s room and back again, a grin creeping onto my lips.
Oh my god, I knew it.
Now I just have to remember to tell Roman when this is all over.
I sneak down the stairs until I reach the kitchen, and run the sink for a few seconds to complete the ruse. When I turn around he’s already standing in the doorway in nothing but a pair of charcoal sweatpants, his eyes falling on the rope that’s dangling from my fingers.
Roman silently beckons me to follow him to his room. It’s a cozy space with a large bed and minimal furnishings. His laptop sits lonely on the desk, his luggage resting neatly against the wall. Everything in here smells like him— his cologne, his sweat— even the sheets that are rumpled from a restless night.
I set everything down on the dresser and slip off my robe, Roman’s lips parting as he stares at me like a man half-starved and taking a step toward me.
I step back with a taunting look on my face.
I want him to work for it a little.
“I’m in charge tonight, cowboy. Remember?”
“Of course I do.”
There’s so much confidence in his voice. I want to draw this out, but it’s taking a hell of a lot of self-control not to leap onto him and fuck him right on the floor.
“I want to have some fun with you before I ride that big cock.” I gesture to his desk, my voice just barely above a whisper. “Take your pants off and bring that chair over here.”
I can see the full body shiver rushing through him, knowing every moment is a struggle for him not to grab me and slam me up against the wall. Roman kicks off his sweats, grabbing the chair and dragging it toward the desk. He sits down, placing his hands on his thighs and waits for instructions.
I’m getting turned on just watching his dick throb.
“What a good boy you are.”
I pluck the cord of rope from the dresser and begin to wrap it around him, securing his hands behind the chair to immediately remove any sense of control he’s managed to hold on to. As I tighten the knot, I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear.
“Do you remember the coffee shop? What you did to me?”
I can almost feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he shifts his weight around, testing his bindings.
“How could I forget?” He purrs. “You were such a desperate little slut, squirming in your seat the entire time.”
I grasp his hair, forcing his head back.
“And now you’re my desperate little slut, cowboy.”
I walk to the dresser, grabbing the lube and cock ring and getting on my knees. He watches with rapt attention as I squeeze some lube out onto his cock, and he lets out an excited whimper as I spread it with long strokes.
“Oh my god .”
“Shhh. We’re supposed to be quiet, remember? Besides, I haven’t even started yet.”
I slide the ring over the head of his cock, holding it there for a moment. It’s kind of shaped like one of those shitty costume-jewelry rings, but with a rectangle at the top instead of a cheap gem. Honestly, it looks kind of ridiculous, but looks aren’t everything. I roll it down to the base, clicking a little button on the side to start the vibrations, and wait for him to adjust to the new sensation.
“Is it uncomfortable at all?” I ask, stroking his thighs.
“No,” he groans. “Feels nice.”
“Good. Strawberry’s the word if you want me to stop, okay?”
He nods.
“Now, you’re going to keep your eyes on me while I see what this thing can do, and don’t you dare look away. I want to see what it looks like when you’re right on the edge.”
With a devilish grin I press the button again, toggling to more intense vibrations. It’s not loud enough to get us caught, but when Roman’s mouth drops open, I’m worried he might make up the difference.
“Just relax, cowboy.” I flick the tip of his cock with my tongue. “I’ve got you.”
I wrap my lips around him, sucking in gentle pulses until I can feel his legs begin to shake. The vibration against my mouth is strange at first, but after a while, I start to get used to it. Roman’s breathing is shaky and his body rigid, and my panties are soaked just watching him get overcome with desire.
Before things go too far I release him, licking my fingers and gliding them along his perineum as he rocks back and forth, trying desperately to fuck my mouth.
“What do you usually jerk off to?” I ask.
“Porn.”
“Be more specific,” I giggle, tilting my head quizzically.
“There’s this one— ah, fuck ,” he groans as I squeeze his cock.
“Concentrate,” I purr. “Eyes on me.”
I see sweat gathering on his forehead as he swallows. He’s trying his hardest not to come right now.
“I couldn’t see her face, but she used him like a toy. And the way she came…”
His hips buck, and I take the opportunity to turn up the vibrations even further.
“I want you to use me like that,” he grunts. “I want your hand around my throat. I want to come so deep inside you that it’s dripping out for days.”
I need him. It’s like a hunger that I can’t satiate any way besides crawling on top of him, and fucking him until I’m in pieces.
“You would want that, you fucking slut.”
His voice is nearly breaking beneath the weight of his desire, but he never takes his eyes off of me.
“Please, darlin’.”
He lets out another raspy moan as I get to my feet and begin to straddle him, grinding my pussy against his shaft. My body is desperate, rolling over him like a wave as we breathe together, electricity crawling up inside me until it’s sitting at the back of my neck and wrapped around my throat.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t s– stop.”
“You don’t do a damn thing without my permission.”
In that moment, I can feel what must be every muscle in his body clench like a fist, but I refuse to let up. I continue to torment him, every roll of my hips bleeding into pure fucking ecstasy. Just when I feel like I might fall apart, I stop, carefully climbing off of him while trying to hide my shaking legs.
He can’t know how close I was.
He’s trying so hard to fight his body’s natural impulses.
“We can’t have you coming before you’ve filled me up, can we?”
I turn off the toy to give him a little bit of relief, and his body slumps and he looks like he could cry.
Good.
I move behind him, slowly undoing the knot I made at the back of the chair.
“I think I’ll give you a reward.”
“What kind of reward?” He rasps.
“It’s no fun if I tell you. Maybe we’ll play another game.”
As I free him from his bindings, he gets to his feet.
“Wha–”
In one swift motion, he grabs me by the waist and tosses me onto the bed.
“No more fucking games,” he growls, grabbing my panties and tearing them right off of me.
I gasp as his eyes meet with mine, a wicked grin spreading over his face.
“Pretty good, huh?”
He glides his mouth down my body, wet hot kisses littering my skin until he reaches the inside of my thigh and bites down hard. I clamp one hand over my mouth, struggling to keep as quiet as I can while he soothes the newly formed bite-mark with his tongue.
He pushes my legs wide apart as he groans into my cunt, lapping at my clit. The feeling of his stubble against my thighs, the heat from his lips and the way his tongue swirls around my swollen bud makes me feel like I’m going to dissolve into the fucking mattress.
Roman always makes sure I’m taken care of. I saw it that first night, his eagerness to please— not just for his own pleasure, but mine. The sex was good back then, but it’s evolved into something so much better. I think there must be something about sex when you’re in love— really in love, and it’s an unspoken connection that I’ve only ever shared with him.
One that I only ever want to share with him.
He slides two fingers inside me, pressing up against my G-spot and stroking until I’m a squirming mess.
“Faster,” I beg. “Please– oh, fuck .”
I love the way he seems to have committed every inch of my body to memory, knowing exactly where to touch and lick me. He even knows how to graze my clit with his teeth, just a little , to send me into a frenzy.
I’ve got one hand gripping his hair for dear life while I tease my nipples with the other, twisting at my piercings until I’m teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain. I lift my head, spotting Roman grinding his hips against the mattress. His perfect ass flexes and the muscles in his back ripple. Just the sight of him makes me want to explode.
“Come for me,” he moans, burying his face in my cunt one final time.
I squeeze my eyes shut, grabbing a pillow as I obey, and shoving it onto my face so hard it’s smothering.
But I don’t care. Logan cannot hear this.
Roman fucks me all the way through it before slowly sliding his fingers out, leaving me feeling hollow inside. I can feel him pull the pillow away from my face, and I open my eyes to his beautiful smile as he dips his head down for a kiss.
“Ride me.”
We scramble to swap positions, his voice so deep it makes me shiver. He sits up, back against the headboard as he turns the cock ring back on. I climb on top of him, gripping his shoulder and easing myself down slowly. And there’s that stretching sensation, that beautiful, burning pain that takes just a few moments to get used to until it melts into pure bliss.
“Take your time, sweet thing.”
Roman rests both hands on my hips, slowly guiding me the rest of the way down until I’ve taken all of him, and I’m rewarded with soft kisses all the way along my jaw.
“That’s a good girl.”
I sit still for a moment, relishing the feeling, but it’s not long before I find myself rocking my hips again. Warmth and pressure builds as my clit grinds against the cock ring, still swollen and sensitive, but I know there’s still a little ways to go before my body reaches its limit.
Roman watches me, lips parted and curled into a little half smile. I smile back, trying not to whimper when the head of his cock hits the spot that makes my toes curl. My breath hitches as he grabs my wrist, placing my hand on his chest, right above his heart. It’s pounding just as hard as mine is.
“From the second I saw you, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my head,” he whispers.
For some reason, the words make me tear up.
Because it’s him, this man I planned to avoid.
A man who was damaged and broken, just like me.
And a man who’s found the courage to begin to heal.
“I love you, darlin’.”
My climax builds and builds until all other thoughts and sounds are drowned out around me. I don’t know how hard I’m fucking him, I just know there’s no way I’m keeping my voice down anymore.
Roman’s arms wrap around me, pressing my body tightly against his, and when I topple over the edge, I have to bite down on his shoulder again just to keep myself still. He grunts and begins to buck up into me, fucking me even harder as he chases his own release.
“I love you too,” I whimper as little aftershocks of my climax ripple through me.
Roman guides my body, one hand underneath my ass, keeping up the pace until I hear him groan, his cock flexing as he comes.
The two of us match our haggard breaths as we come back down to earth, laying together as he strokes my hair.
“Stay for a while?”
And I do. I stay there, pressed against him, kissing each and every little mark I’ve made on his body. I’d stay forever if I could, needing no one and nothing else.
No matter the risks.