Chapter 25
ROMAN
My chest is tight when I wake.
There’s a strangled groan in my throat that explodes when I feel hot, wet suction around my cock. Without blinking, I shove my hand down beneath the sheets and find a mess of silky hair.
“Brielle,” I grate out, forcing myself to open my eyes.
The human-sized lump beneath the blanket moves in time with the tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft.
I don’t push her off me as she sucks fiercely, like she’s afraid this is the last time she’ll taste me.
If anything, this unexpected moment has me using my hold on her hair to push her faster, deeper even.
A small, shocked gag forces my eyes into the back of my head as the sound slices through my body.
“You weren’t . . . sated from last night?” I ask roughly, out of breath. My abs tense when confident fingers release my cock and find my balls, massaging them softly. “Guess not.”
I can almost feel her smiling around my thickness.
“You’re a fucking brat, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”
A moan vibrates against me before she drags her mouth up to focus on the tip. My vision cuts for a moment before I twist her hair around my knuckles and glide her back down. Her tongue flicks out along the way before those perfect lips part wider.
“Next time . . .” I cut myself off when her throat opens and welcomes me inside. My grip on her hair turns painful, but when she doesn’t bat me away or bite me in warning, I ignore the impulse to release her. “Fuck—next time, you wake me with your cunt on my face, Brielle.”
I’m pretty positive that’s how I fell asleep last night. The last thing I remember is being so exhausted that I couldn’t get myself to pull her off when that wall hit me. It’s a wonder she didn’t suffocate me while I slept.
Not that I’d have hated going out that way.
She lets a mewling noise slip down my cock. I take it as agreement.
“Is your pussy dripping for me again?” I growl, bucking my hips.
Her gag is louder this time, uncontrolled.
The noise intensifies the pleasure bleeding through my gut.
I use my hold on her hair to work her at a quicker pace while giving shallow thrusts.
She doesn’t back away or pinch my thigh for me to slow.
This woman loves what she’s doing as much as I do, and that is intoxicating.
“Gonna come—” I warn, keeping my hips up off the bed and cock deep for a beat before retreating. “Stop or swallow.”
She stays in place. I furiously yank the blankets off her and send them toppling to the floor. The sight of her like this—her bee-stung lips being spread wide by my shaft, eyes dazed and gleaming, and her hair a damp, wild mess—tugs on that last cord and has me unravelling.
I grunt, too overcome to speak as the first spurt erupts in her mouth.
The morning light bleeds through the room and illuminates her flushed cheeks when she pulls back a second later and aims me at her face.
I reach up behind my head and grip the headboard, watching as she bathes her cheeks and lips in my cum.
It feels like it’s never going to end. My muscles are tense enough to quiver in pain as I suck in a feral breath and keep blurry eyes on her.
She waits until I’ve been wrung dry before gliding her tongue across her glossy lips and cleaning them.
There’s a slow, pleased smile crawling across her face while she releases my still-hard cock and begins crawling up my body.
I can’t look away. Can’t fucking think.
There are thick smears of cum on her round, pink cheeks and clinging to her chin, but she doesn’t care. There doesn’t seem to be a single ounce of disgust or annoyance as she brings her mouth to mine and kisses me like the last few minutes didn’t happen.
My fingers twitch in her hair before I let them go lax and cup her jaw and nape, encouraging her to move closer.
Our kiss deepens until the taste of her has been completely overwhelmed by mine.
It’s the second time in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve had her all but feed me my cum, but I don’t hate it.
It’s new and different, but not too much that I feel the need to pull away.
And I have an inkling that this isn’t the first thing this wildfire of a woman is going to teach me.
Her bare thighs bracket mine as she sinks down and leans into my chest. The steady weight of her body is distracting. Between kisses, I find myself trailing hungry eyes down the length of her, unable to comprehend that it’s actually her in my arms.
It’s dangerous how deep she’s crawled beneath my skin. Plucking her free once we’re done is going to hurt like a motherfucker.
“I didn’t cross boundaries, did I?” she asks before parting my lips with her tongue and sweeping it inside.
My eyes shut again, the soft exploration pulling me from my thoughts.
“No.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t expect you to wake so hungry,” I muse, tugging her lip into my mouth.
Brielle giggles. I thumb the curve of her cheek and push the digit past her lips. Her eyebrows wiggle when she sucks hard and lets it go with a pop.
“Your mistake. I’m a big eater.”
“A mistake I’ll rectify.”
Her laugh turns into a squeal when I gather her off my lap and flip us over. The mess of her blonde curls splays out against the beige pillowcase, and her bright green eyes rise to watch the way I loop her legs around my naked hips.
I’m still rock solid, which isn’t exactly the norm for me. My age isn’t that high, but I’m old enough to usually need a few minutes to recover. It would seem that Brielle’s once again creating her own rules when it comes to me.
I don’t know what time it is, either. Another anomaly, considering my routine six-o’clock run or gym visit.
Reaching between her thighs, I find her clit with my thumb and give it a soft rub, needing to put my focus elsewhere. The pink tips of her breasts rise with her sudden intake of breath. The way her lips part around a near-silent whine makes me dizzy with need.
With a tilt of my hips, I guide my cock through her slit. She spreads around the shaft, coating me in the slick dripping down to the sheets. The soft noises escaping her encourage me to continue. I remove my thumb and drag my tip over her clit instead.
“You can go again already?” she whispers, voice too strangled to be loud.
“Does it feel like I can?”
I move a bit faster, fucking that sensitive nub until she’s reaching for me, arching off the bed. Her eyelids fall half-shut, nodding jerkily.
“Yes. Yes, it does.”
“You make it impossible not to. I’d hate myself if I couldn’t do this.
” I drop my hand to the mattress and hover over her as I tease my tip at her entrance, prodding softly.
“Couldn’t fill you the way I need to.” A slight movement has the tip sinking inside before I pull back.
“Or feel you come around my cock while clawing at the marks you left on my back.”
She reaches for me and draws lines of fire over the scratches from last night, forcing a rough groan up my throat.
I throb against her, precum lubricating her further.
With a swallow, I swap arms and reach to the bedside table.
The foil packet feels more familiar today than ever before as I rip it open and glide it on.
It’s a much-needed barrier between us. Maybe the only one in this moment.
“Did you dream of me? Of having me beneath you like this?” she purrs, using her feet to urge me forward.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I guide myself inside her, not pausing until my groin is flat to hers. Stars flood my vision as I press a second hand into the mattress and hold myself in place, taking a moment to breathe.
“There’s no need for dreaming when you’re here in reality,” I push out.
Her voice rises in pitch when I pull back an inch and work back inside. “That’s not a real answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
“Asshole,” she breathes.
I choke on a single laugh before leaning back and taking her thighs from around my hips.
They go up against her chest instead, giving me an unrestricted view of her perfect pussy sucking my cock inside.
The sandy-blonde hair she keeps trimmed over her mound is one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen, which is also new for me.
“You already knew that, Brielle. You’re here in spite of my rudeness.”
“Like either of us had much say in the matter, either,” she pushes, sounding as out of breath as I do.
“I could pull away and leave right now.”
She calls my poorly placed bluff. Her pussy grows even tighter as she flexes her muscles, drawing me impossibly deeper. I grunt a curse and spear my fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head.
“Say that again, Roman,” she taunts, using her nails to pull my chest firmer against hers, until our bodies are so close they might as well become one.
“Tell me that you can just ignore this and walk away. That you aren’t as interested as I am and that this isn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. Go ahead. Lie to me.”
My first instinct is to close up and do just that. She’s a beautiful, sexually assured, confident, take-no-shit woman, but surely, I can turn this off and walk away. I’ve met great women in the past. I’m sure I can do it again.
Fuck.
I arch her neck up off the bed and rake my teeth over her lips, angry at the both of us, but especially myself. There’s no need to contemplate this when I already know that I’m fucking lying. Coping, as Evie would say.
The cunning pull of her lips has me lurching forward, driving in hard. I’m done with this flirtatious trap I’ve fallen so eagerly into. We’re here to fuck, and that’s all.
That’s. All.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her chest shaking with the force of my thrust. “It should be—should be impossible for someone . . . to be this good right away.”
Her voice is beyond wrecked, yet it’s still not enough for me. I want it ruined. Want her ruined.
I cup the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide.
Her toes point automatically, the muscles in her calves pulling taut.
I sweep my hands down the soft skin of her shins and cuff her ankles, pinning them to the mattress.
My chest is tight across my ribs as I heave above her, gritting my teeth on my next drive.
She’s so soft and pliant beneath me, like there’s nothing I could do that she wouldn’t enjoy. It’s a powerful feeling to hold in my hands. I can’t help but be curious just how much more power she’s willing to give me.
“Where’s the line?” I ask, abandoning her ankle to press down on her lower stomach. “Where’s your limit?”
A small quirk of her lips. “You’ll find yours before you find mine.”
My balls draw up tight. I drop my chin to my chest and force my eyes from her glistening, red pussy. It’s not enough that I’ve had her to the point of soreness. There’s something hot and greedy inside of me demanding more.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
I pull her leg and turn her over onto her side.
She accepts the shift with a vicious moan into the pillow, her thigh quivering when I wrap it around my waist and straddle the leg bent beneath me.
I grind forward instead of thrusting and apply pressure to her clit, keeping still for a beat before repeating the motion.
“Tell. Me,” I demand roughly.
Her pink-tipped nails curl into the pillow before travelling to her chest and pinching a swollen nipple. “No blindfold or cuffs.”
“What else?” I reward her for the honesty with another deep, long stroke. “Tell me what you like.”
“Sex without a power battle. I don’t . . .” She trails off when I slam inside, lips forming a perfect O shape before pressing tight. “Don’t want to give instructions. I like a partner who can read my reactions and make his own decisions.”
The words are nearly slurred as her eyes go glossy, drooping down my body to the back of the hand I have palming her thigh. I ignore her sudden interest in the tattoo there and push forward.
“I can do that,” I tell her, practically promising it. “All you need to do is come, baby. Let me make you come.”
Her answering nods are frantic, the sounds escaping her growing in volume.
Over and over, she cries out, riding the strength and pace of my following thrusts.
She slaps a hand to mine, covering it and linking our fingers before squeezing.
Our eyes clash, a battle of wills that will never, ever have a winner.
The connection between us flares, beaming right into my brain, changing me at the molecular level.
She tenses, attention drifting elsewhere when she climaxes. I’m too close behind her to try and hold back. The tight squeeze of her pussy is more than enough to send me toppling over with her as I fill the condom, my thrusts slowly easing.
Her soft laugh filters through my mind, drawing me back.
I blink, refocusing on her. The dainty smile she wears while pushing her damp hair from her forehead is a jolt to the system.
Despite how badly I want to let my eyes stray, I keep them locked on her swollen mouth, already feeling the walls around my heart repositioning themselves.
The stubborn lift of her chin almost passes by undetected. “I’m going to shower while you order room service.”
“Room service?” I ask slowly, making sure that’s actually what she just said.
“Yes. I’m hungry, Roman. The least you can do is feed a woman before kicking her out of your hotel room.”
My cheeks grow warm. “I wasn’t going to kick you out.”
“Liar.”
Before I can try and lie again, she’s wiggling out of my grip. This time, I’m soft when we separate. Thank God for that.
Her glistening, naked figure steals all of my focus once she’s slipped from the king bed. The way she stands at the edge and pulls her arms above her head to stretch doesn’t come off as nonchalant as she’s intending, but I let it go. Her shoulders go taut as she yawns, rolling her neck.
“Feel free to join me once you’re done,” she murmurs before dropping her arms and swaying away.
My stare drops to the two dimples at the base of her back, then to the perfect peach of an ass that bounces slightly with each exaggerated step she takes.
I’m already up and following after her before she can make it out of the room.
Fuck breakfast. I’m much hungrier for something else.