Chapter 7 #4
The wind howls outside, rattling the window like it was trying to get in.
“What about Tessa?” she asks.
“What about her?” I sit up straighter, trying to ease my lower back.
She shrugs. “Why did you guys break up? Who cheated?”
I scoff. “No one cheated. I had work, and she wasn’t happy with anything. So—”
Noelle squints her eyes at me. “Instead of fixing it…you left?”
“I tried to fix it. She said she wanted more, and at the time, I didn’t have more to give.”
I remember the look on Tessa’s face when she said she was done. Her eyes were red from crying. Her cheeks were blotchy.
“I remember her telling me that I was never the man she wanted. I was a placeholder till her true love came.” I waited for the pain to hurt my heart like it did years ago.
Noelle sighs. “Was the breakup before or after your discovery with your mom?”
I swallow. “It was the same day. I came home after talking to my dad. I forgot we had dinner plans, and she ended it.”
“You didn’t tell her?”
Noelle stands and walks to the cupboard. She takes down a bottle of saltines and passes me the box.
I rip it open and take a saltine out. “No. She wanted to be free of me, so I let her go.”
“You know what I think?”
“You think I was a coward for leaving?” I ask nibbling on the dry cracker.
Noelle looks at the fire; her side profile is exquisite.
“You didn’t leave because you were a coward. You left because you were the only one who refused to live with all the lies.”
My heart tugs, and I swallow. “Thank you for that.”
The room quiets again. We both sit at the end of the bed, watching the fire burn the wood.
I turn to her. “What about you?”
Her eyebrow raises. “What about me?”
“What’s your sad story?”
She smirks. “My father doesn’t think that a woman has the capability to run his empire.”
“So your dad is misogynistic.”
She nods, and her eyes sadden. “Yes, unfortunately. My brother—”
“Nicholas,” I interject, earning a small smile.
“Yes, Nick. Nick will take over the family business. He will be amazing.”
“So would you,” I add.
“How do you know that?”
I look at her, like really look at Noelle. She is beautiful. Her eyes, lips, and facial structure are perfect. But her mind, her mouth…those are the dangerous parts.
“I just know. Trust me, I got great instincts.”
She bends her head and blushes. “Can I be honest, Roman?”
“I thought we were being honest for this whole conversation.”
I roll my shoulders forward, still feeling the slight sting from the shovel.
“You didn’t need an escort for this weekend. Everyone here loves you or looks up to you.”
Looks up to me?
“Maybe…I don’t know, but having you here with me makes this trip more tolerable.”
Noelle stares up at me, and the flame casts a soft glow around us. I don’t know when we start moving toward each other. When our lips were a breathe away from kissing, she asks, “Where are your glasses? You been wearing them less”
“I’m wearing contacts. Makes me appear less intimidating.”
She places her palm against my cheek. “I like when you look intimidating.”
“Is that so?” I ask, gazing down at her lips.
“Roman?” she whispers.
“Come here.”
I press my lips against hers. As my tongue slides into her mouth, she whimpers. Her hand presses against my chest; the other is fisting my hair, pulling it at the root. The pain shoots from my skull right down to my cock.
I groan as she sucks my tongue. She tastes of cinnamon and something else, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Just from her kiss I feel on edge like I am about to come apart.
She pulls away frantically and unzips my jacket.
“Take this off,” she mutters.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. The fireplace has made the room warm and cozy. I shrug out of my jacket and drop it to the floor. My eyes never leave hers and she stands and steps out of her pink onesie ski suit.
She peels the top part of her insulated jacket away revealing a black thermal shirt molded to her chest. My attention is locked on her, every feel measured and…sexy.
This shouldn’t be sexy, but fuck me. Watching Noelle strip down to her sports bra and boy shorts… I inhale trying my best to calm the hell down and I am failing miserably.
I reach out hooking my hands around her thighs, pulling her closer until she is standing between my legs. She leans down with a smile and her mouth meets mine. A low guttural moan escapes me before I can stop it. My hands glides from her thighs to her ass, giving a hard squeeze.
I need more. I need fucking more. God.
I pull away, my breath is ragged “Take it all off. Now. These fucking panties have to go.”
She straightens and tugs sports bra over her head. I swallow, watching her full breasts spill free, bouncing as the bra drops to the floor. She slips the underwear down her legs and stands with her hands on her waist.
“Like what you see?”
God, this woman!
“I don’t like it. I fucking love it.” I reach out and pull her hand to me “Come here. I want to fucking taste you.”
My lips press into the space between her breasts. Her hands creep into my hair.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Her nipples pebble, and my mouth waters as I draw one into my mouth. She arches against me, her breath hitching. I alternate between a flick and a bite.
My fingers dig into her ass, holding her steady as her knees begin to buckle. Her moans bounce off the wall of the cabin.
I pull away, licking my fingers. “I am going to put my fingers in you, and you are going to fucking ride them.”
She nods, and her stance widening. My lips latch onto her nipple again. I groan as I feel how wet her pussy is. Slowly, I spread her juices onto her clit.
Noelle undulates as I give her clit a small pinch. My fingers slip into her, and she sounds like she is losing her breath.
“Look at me, princess,” I command.
Her eyes are laced with lust as she looks down at me.
“You like how my fingers are fucking your pretty pussy?” I ask as my thumb circles her clit.
She gasps and nods.
I chuckle. “Give me your words, princess.”
“Yes,” she mutters, her fingers digging into my shoulder as I pump into her slowly.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Roman. Please do it harder,” she begs.
I move my fingers harder and faster.
“Mmmmm, baby. Just like that.” Her body shakes.
“Are you hearing how this pretty pussy is talking to me? She is so wet, fuck.” A thick, clear liquid runs down my hands.
“I need to taste you. Would you let me taste your pretty pussy?” I ask.
She nods.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I groan.
I move my hands away and bring my hand to my mouth. My eyes close as I taste her, my jaw tightens and my nose flairs.
It’s like a light switch in my head. I need to taste her fucking now.
“Come sit on my face,” I command.
Her face shows how shocked she is. “Roman?”
I pull to her to bed. “Come fuck my face, princess.”
NOELLE
Who is this man? That is what I want to ask. This sexy, unbridled man cannot be Roman Voss. But as I lie down on the bed, I forget about the itchy-looking blanket. My eyes are fixed on Roman as he moves between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, throwing them onto his shoulders.
Hungry…that’s how he looks when he dips his head down. I inhale, gripping the sheets as he swipes his tongue up my pussy.
A hiss escapes me as he sucks on my clit.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Roman growls.
My body quivers; each suck feels like lightning licking my body.
“Roman, it’s too much,” I scream, trying to pull away.
Roman laughs and anchors me in place, with his arms locking over my thighs. “Why are you running. princess?”
His tongue begins to work on my pussy. I lift my head watching him.
“Roman…I…”
I what? I don’t know; my brain is drawing a blank as he lets go of my clit.
Roman stares down at my pussy in awe. His fingers form a “V” as he slowly massages my labia.
“You taste divine. I want to tongue fuck this pussy.”
“Roman?” My eyes roll to the back my head and his tongue slides into me. Good God, this man.
His hands squeeze my thighs. “Stop holding back and fuck my face, princess.” He bends and nibble on my clit, and I squeal.
“I want you to grind your pussy on my face, princess… Give me all of it,” he growls.
I move my hands into his hair, and my hips begin to move like they have a mind of their own.
“Oh God, Roman,” I cry.
“Be a good girl and come all over my face, princess.”
His tongue flicks and sucks my clit. Each time he moans, I can feel the vibration rippling up my body.
My hips thrust into his face. “Please suck it a little harder. Fuck just like that right there.”
The sound of Roman sucking and his moans and grunts make my pussy clench.
Broad strokes, those broad fucking strokes are making me want to…
“Fuck, Roman, I wanna come,” I cry.
His eyes flick to mine, darkening. My mouth hangs open as he begins to suck hander. I try to pull away.
“Oh, God, I am going to come in your mouth.” Groaning, my pussy presses hard against his nose.
He grunts and closes his eyes like he’s favoring my taste.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” I ask in shock.
He nods; his eyes fixed on mine. His tongue keeps …Oh God.
I look at him. I hold the top of his head and grind on his face. “Jesus, just like that.”
Roman groans, his nose flares, his cheeks hollowing with each suck. But his eyes stay on me like he was silently commanding me to come. My back arches.
“I am almost there, please, Rom,” I plead.
Then he bites on my clit, and I tumble into an orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Roman…” Words fail me as Roman quickens his suction, and my world falls away.
I arch, feeling like I am about to crack my spine.
He draws back; his face is wet from me. I’m about to apologize, but then he wipes his face with his fingers and sucks them off.
I stare at him strips off his thermals, then his briefs. His cock bounces over his navel.
Fuck, Roman Voss is big and veiny and thick. The man is beautiful. He strokes his cock, as he moves to the bed.
He presses his knee into the mattress as he lowers himself toward me.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
He taps his cock against my pussy. “Next time, princess. Now welcome me in.”
I feel his cock move against my pussy as his arms surround me.
ROMAN
Her eyes roll back into her head as I enter her.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” I mumble.
“Don’t move,” she says.
Holding still, I kiss alongside her neck, up to her lips. As the kiss deepens, her body relaxes, and I move slowly, delivering hard long strokes.
“You feeling that, princess?” I ask.
Her breath hitches. “You feel so good and deep.”
I lift her leg higher, stroking her, loving the way that her pussy ripples around me.
“You’re taking me so well. Oh, fuck.”
She nods, like she is lost for words.
“Oh fuck, you’re fucking tight.” My hips begin to move faster.
Noelle arches and moans. “Oh shit, baby.”
“Is this what you wanted, princess?” I slam my hips into her.
“Yes. Shit, Roman,” she screams.
My hands spears into her hair and tightens. “You feel that? You have been on my bad side all fucking day.”
“Roman, please, I can’t take it. I feel so full,” she screams.
I reach down and rub her clit and give it a small pinch.
“All fucking day you have been on my mind,” I cry. Shit, her pussy is making me confess.
“Roman, god right there.”
I begin to increase my speed. “You’re fucking mine. No one else’s.”
“No else’s.”
My hips slam hard into her. “Give me that cum.”
“Roman.” Her fingers dig into my back.
I start to pound into her, pull her hair. “Come on my fucking cock, princess. Hmmm.”
Her body shivers. “Roman.”
“Come on my fucking cock. You like how I am pounding you. Look at you.”
Noelle screams, “Please.”
I press my mouth to her ear. “I can feel you. Give me that fucking cum. You feel so good.”
“I’m coming. I can’t…oh, God,” she screams, her body spasming.
I feel the rush of wetness dripping out of her.
“Fuck, I am so deep. You’re making me want to come.”
She pulls me down and kisses me. Against my lips, she whispers, “You going come in this pussy for me?”
I lost it, as I begin to pound inside of her “Fuck…I am coming. Shit. I am—”
My body tenses, then I explode inside of her and collapse.