Chapter 27 #2
I give her what she’s asking for without words, lifting my hand and landing down on her ass, harder than before, and she lets out a low, throaty moan, this one not masked in the least.
“Tell me you won because you’re magnificent,” I demand, but secretly hope she doesn’t.
I get my wish.
“Rome, I’m not going to—” Another loud crack fills the room. My hand slides between her legs, one finger sliding into her soaking wet center.
“Say it, Lana,” I grit out. I check the clock over her head, realizing we’re down to about twenty minutes before she has to sit at the press table.
“I don’t want to,” she murmurs, looking up at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted, breath panting.
I groan aloud, my cock throbbing with need I know won’t be sated.
“I like this game.” The words are a near whisper, and I look to the ceiling, thanking whoever put this feisty, stubborn woman in my life.
But instead of continuing to spank her, I shift her until she’s in my lap, legs spread on either side of me.
“Next time,” I say, appeasing the small pout on her lips with a press of my lips.
“Right now, we’re in a time crunch, and I want to make my winner feel good.
” She pouts, but it’s short-lived as I slide my fingers over her soaking wet center, then position three fingers at her entrance.
She instantly takes the offer, sliding down onto them, head tipped back with a sigh.
“Ride these,” I groan through gritted teeth, then watch her plant her knees in the wooden bench on either side of my hips and lift herself up and down, fucking herself on my fingers. She tightens with each fall, one hand moving to my shoulder to keep herself. “That’s it, baby. Fucking beautiful.”
“Roman,” she mewls, and I groan at her use of my whole name. “I need more. I need you.” I breathe, hating that I can’t give her what she wants.
“I know, baby, but we can’t right now.”
“Please,” she begs through ragged breaths. “I earned it.” I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder, knowing this is a losing battle as I put a hand between us and tug my cock out of my loose shorts.
“We’ll have to make it quick.” She nearly whimpers with appreciation, lifting onto her knees.
I position the head at her entrance, and a moment later, she sinks onto me.
We both groan at the feel of her stretching around me, and my fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place.
Her pussy convulses around my cock, her hips shifting a bit as if trying to move, but I nip her earlobe.
“Let me just enjoy this for a second, baby. You feel too fucking good.”
“I need you to move,” she whimpers.
“When I’m ready, heartbreaker.”
“Now, or I’m going to do it myself.” I grin wide at her ineffective threat. “You’re such an ass,” she grumbles, but there’s no fire in the words, not really.
It’s been like this for weeks now, frantic and needy, intense and eruptive each time we’re together.
In public, nothing changes; we bicker and banter, but now, when it gets my cock hard, I let it simmer within me, knowing that we’ll have an outlet before long.
We’re in a constant battle of wills, and I fucking love it.
As if to prove her point, she starts to move, lifting herself and falling onto my hard cock, the most glorious kind of torture imaginable, as her hand snakes up to cup her breast. She glares at me as she moves, as if to say, see? I’ll just take care of myself.
“That’s it, heartbreaker. Ride me.” I thread my fingers behind my head, watching her with a lazy smile on my lips as I lean against the wall, pretending that watching her doesn’t turn my world upside down.
She moans, either because of the way she tips her hips back a bit, making the head of my cock graze her G-spot, or because of the way I’m looking at her; I don’t know.
But when her hand slides between us, trying to touch her clit, I shake my head. “No, no, no,” I say.
“I need it,” she groans.
“Then ask pretty, and I’ll give it to you,” I promise, all bravado because the clock is ticking and I know she’ll want to shower off the smell of sweat and sex before we head out.
We have just a few more minutes to finish this, so whatever she wants, she’ll get.
But still, she gives me what I want, and I feel her words straight to my cock.
“Please, Rome, rub my clit so I can come.” A pretty little pout accompanies the words, making my balls tighten up.
“Fuck,” I grit out, then lick my thumb and move it between us, rubbing at her clit in tight, hard circles.
I know what Lana wants, what she needs at any given time, and what will tip her over the edge.
Filled with my cock, being a good girl and having her clit roughly rubbed always does it.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her tight, changing the angle to go deeper as her body tenses and she bites my shoulder, coming hard and fast. She’s fucking spectacular, and I could come just like this, but since we’re headed into the shower right after, I decide to give her something else she wanted, but hasn’t had just yet.
“Knees, Lana,” I grit out once she comes down from her high.
Her eyes are a bit dazed, but still, she follows instructions, moving between my legs and to her knees.
“Press your tits together.” Her jaw drops, and the tiniest moan leaves her lips.
“Let me come on your tits, baby, just like I promised.” She does as I ask, and then kneels before me, willing to be used in any way I ask.
Nothing hotter.
Ever.
I start to pump my cock, spreading my legs wider, and her cum coating me slickens my palm.
“Oh my god, this is so fucking hot,” she groans, eyes locked on my hand.
She shifts her hold on her breasts to just one hand, then the other glides down between her legs.
She won’t be able to get there again this quickly, something we both know.
The fact that she finds this so hot and needs some form of relief makes my balls tighten up.
“Oh my god.” That moan is familiar, and her hand moves faster, frantic almost, her breath growing heavier, and I wonder…
“Lana, baby, can you get there again?” I ask, panting.
“I…” She gasps, and when I look down, her fingers are inside of her, her hips shifting to ride them, her thumb on her clit. “Yeah,” she says, nodding quickly, “Yeah, I can.”
“That’s it, baby,” I say, biting the inside of my lower lip and drawing blood in an effort to stop myself from coming too soon. “That’s it. You should see how pretty you look like this, ready to come again just because I ask you to. Such a good little slut you are.”
“Yes,” she murmurs, and her eyes droop, too, but don’t close, knowing I like her to watch.
“I’m going to come all over your tits as soon as you come for me.” She nods, her jaw dropping, her hips growing more erratic.
“I’m so, I’m so…”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Lana. Fuck.
” The sound that comes from me is nearly feral, a low growl.
I try to hold off, but then her mouth drops open, a silent scream leaving her lips as her entire body tenses.
“Fuck,” I groan, then spill over her breasts, streams of cum pooling between her cleavage in a way that is my perfect version of art.
I’m breathing heavily and still stroking my overly sensitive dick when her body relaxes, when she looks at me with those sleepy, satisfied eyes and gives me a tentative smile.
I reach out, wiping a tiny drop from her chin.
I groan when her tongue pokes out, silently asking me to give it to her.
Her lips wrap around the digit, and even though it makes no fucking sense, my dick twitches again.
Unfortunately, the clock looms behind her, reminding me we have places to be. I sigh before standing, then reach down and lift her into my arms.
“I’m going to get you icky,” she murmurs half-heartedly, her head nuzzling into my neck.
“All good, gonna go clean off together anyway,” I say, then I take my winner to the showers.