Chapter 21 #2
“Get over here,” he demands, spreading his thighs, and when I happily comply, he grabs hold of my hips with a bruising grip, pushing me down to grind against his thick length.
“What are you…?”
“Gotta get you warmed up.” He kisses me before I can protest, urging me to roll my hips, working my clit over his hard cock, and it doesn’t take long before I’m lost, whining and undulating over him. “There she is,” he rasps. “Almost there.”
I don’t remember the last time I did this—if ever—but it’s erotic and deliciously dirty. Especially with all the lights on and nothing to take away from his quiet grunts and the way our skin sounds, rubbing together, wet and purely obscene. Makes me want more. Makes me want it all.
Roman lowers his mouth to my nipples, sucking hard on one while twisting the other, and I barely start to orgasm before his hand is there, thrusting fingers inside me.
It takes my breath away, and I whimper, rocking back and forth, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me as he nods over and over, his mouth so close to mine, when he licks his lips, he licks mine too.
His thick fingers don’t let me rest, forcing me up another crest, and mere minutes later, I come again, spasming and shuddering, my head lolling back to my shoulders.
“You wet enough?” he asks, and it takes me a few seconds to even understand he’s talking to me.
“What?”
He growls impatiently, physically spinning me around so I’m seated on his lap, my back against his chest, his cock trapped between my butt cheeks and my knees on either side of his.
Before I even fully settle, he fists my hair. “Gimme this hair.” Tugs my head to the side. “Gimme this neck.”
He lands a hot, openmouthed kiss there while gently curling his hand around my throat. I moan. “Oh god.”
Nipping at my earlobe, he trails his fingers down to tweak at each of my nipples before palming my belly, his hips pushing up enough to lift us a few inches so we sink lower on the couch. And then he circles my clit, spreading my wetness around, making sure I’m ready to handle him.
“Please,” I beg, but he doesn’t give me what I want yet. Not until he thinks I’m good and ready. Even as I beg and plead and yank on the back of his head.
He merely bites the slope of my neck and grates out, “Don’t rush me, girl, or I’ll fucking tear you in two, and not in the way I mean to.”
“Yes, please.” I slant my head to kiss his bearded jaw, search for his mouth. “I want you inside me. Please, daddy.”
He growls and smacks the side of my thigh. “Fine. You want it so bad, take it.” He releases his hold on me and throws his arms out to the sides. “Fucking take it, Eloise. Show your daddy how good you can ride his cock.”
Challenge accepted.
I place my feet on the floor between his and lean forward so I can reach behind me and position the tip of his erection at my entrance. Before I fucking taking it, I meet Roman’s gaze, and he arches a brow. Smug bastard.
Then I bend my knees and sink down, taking the first inch or so, and ohh god.
I moan, tossing my head back, and Roman shifts, wrapping one arm around my middle, and claps his hand over my mouth.
“Shh, sunshine,” he whispers in my ear. “We don’t want to wake Mazie.”
I nod, but he doesn’t let go right away.
“You sure you can be quiet?”
I nod, frantic now, my body naturally accepting more of him simply from being this close. There is nowhere else for me to go. Nothing else for me to do but let gravity do its thing and take it.
A few seconds pass before he finally releases me, relaxing back against the cushion, and I place my hands on his thighs to support myself as I sink even farther down, biting into my lip to smother my sounds.
His big palms land on my ass cheeks, holding me up, helping me move up and down his shaft as much as I can. Each stroke radiates through me like an echo of a bell, and I have a hard time taking it.
I can’t keep up.
It’s impossible for me to keep going.
Instead, Roman tightens his grip on my butt, fingertips digging into my hips as he basically lifts me up and down, thrusting without thrusting inside me.
I hang my head, squeeze my eyes shut, and merely hold on…let go. Say hello to the angels.
Because I’m done.
And I fly straight to heaven.
Behind me, I hear him mumble a string of curses, his thigh muscles coiling under my palms as he follows me up. Or down.
Either way, he tows me against him, careful to slip out of me before cradling me against his chest, both of us breathing hard.
He smooths his hands all over my hair and back, and it would be too easy to stay right there, wrapped up in his warm embrace.
So instead of falling asleep on him, I disentangle myself and stand on shaky legs, scooping up my discarded clothes off the floor.
“I should get going,” I say softly, and he opens his mouth like he might reply but stays quiet, watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze instead. I duck into the bathroom to clean up and put on my clothes, and when I emerge again, I find him by the front door in his jeans with the zipper open.
And he truly must be trying to kill me.
He walks me out to my car, his sharp gaze sweeping over it critically. I nudge him playfully. “Don’t even think about buying me a new car just because you got me that bike. This one runs fine.”
“At least fix it up,” he mumbles, and when I start to argue, he silences me with a scowl. My stubborn protector of a refrigerator.
I unlock my car, then pause to smile up at him. “Thank you for tonight. For…everything.”
His hard expression softens, and he pinches my chin to drop a kiss on my lips. “Drive safe, sunshine.”
Reluctantly, I offer him wave before pulling away into the night. Body pleasantly wrung out, heart achingly full.
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