Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
CLOVER
The trip back to the hotel does no such thing. Roman’s hand grips my thigh in the back of the Uber, and his thumb continues to move back and forth in a way that indicates a very specific skill set.
By the time we get back into the hotel room, my resolve is as thin as rice paper. I toss my jacket off and to the side, and turn around to give him some witty remark, but before I get the chance to say anything, Roman moves. He cages me in at the door, a hungry look in his eyes.
“You know no one can see us in here, right?” I whisper to him.
“I know.” He grabs my chin and tilts my jaw up, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me breathless. It’s unrestrained and demanding.
After one perfect moment, he pulls away and puts his forehead to mine.
“Say you don’t want this...” he waits for me to tell him to back away—that we shouldn’t do this.
Instead, I stay silent, slowly drawing my gaze back and forth between his icy eyes and his lips.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes before pulling me in for another kiss. My whole body sighs in relief as soon as he’s touching me again.
Maybe it’s a combination of the beer, the adrenaline from the hot-air balloon, and touching him at the show tonight, but I need him. Having him is no longer a want, but a need. My body is screaming for it like oxygen. He kisses me back as though he feels the same.
Roman guides us toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss.
When we get there, I back away from him.
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion, and he looks as though he’s about to say something, but I place both hands on his chest and gently push him away.
Before he can say anything, I drop to my knees and reach for his belt.
I give him a look of warning through my lashes. “Never give me a reason to regret doing this. I do not want any hell from you, got it?”
He nods quickly, desperate for me to continue. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathes out.
“I mean it, don’t give me any grief and make me wish I bit you instead,” I threaten as I pull down his zipper and feel his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers.
“Cross my heart,” he hisses as I rub his hard length through the fabric.
Based on seeing the outline last night, I knew it would be big, but feeling it in my hand now has my pussy clenching in anticipation.
Roman has an almost pained expression on his face as I work his pants and then his boxers down enough to free his dick.
Looking at the size, I feel both slightly intimidated and up for the challenge. I flash him a little smile before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth and rubbing my tongue on the underside of the sensitive head. Roman’s knees buckle slightly.
“Fuck,” he groans. And just to see what happens, I repeat the motion again, but this time I pump his length with my hand when I do so. The noises he makes are enough to set me on fire, he doesn’t even need to touch me. It’s enough to spur on faster strokes with my hand and mouth.
Glancing up at him, his eyes are closed, and his mouth is slightly parted in ecstasy. It’s a sight that I could get used to. I take him deeper into my throat, and it lasts only a few seconds before Roman growls and pulls back, leaving me confused.
“What are you–”
“Get on that fucking bed right now, Clover.”
Ah. I see. I smirk up at him, taking my time to get up to a standing position.
“So help me God, Clover, if you do not get on that bed in the next ten seconds...”
“You’ll what?” My voice sounds as though it came from the portrait of innocence.
“Ten.. nine... eight... seven…,” he begins. I move at a glacial pace. “Six... five... four...” I don’t make any movement toward the bed, instead, I give him a devilish grin.
“Three... two... one.” I finish the countdown for him.
His eyes flash, and before I have a second to realize what he’s doing, he’s bent down and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder so casually I wouldn’t even believe it happened, except my head’s upside down and I face his back. He gives my ass a light smack.
“Hey!”
“I warned you.” He tosses me onto the bed unceremoniously.
Going up onto my elbows and glaring at him, I open my mouth to give him some hell when he silences me by crawling overtop of me and roughly cradling my head.
“None of that right now,” he says before kissing me with a hunger that leaves me breathless.
Kissing Roman comes as easily as acting in a scene with him. We follow one another’s cues, removing pieces of clothing until I’m only left in my thong and shirt, and he’s gloriously naked in front of me.
“Lord help me,” Roman mutters under his breath as his eyes drink in the sight of me. I’m a present that he desperately wants to unwrap right now, and I’m loving that I have this effect on him.
“Lovely as this is, it has to go,” he mutters before pulling my black lacy thong down my legs and tossing it across the room like it’s offended him personally by simply being on my body.
His hands move to the hem of my shirt, but I place mine overtop and give a little shake.
I don’t feel ready for that. To be so exposed and seen.
Blessedly, he lets it go, and moves his face down to where I want him most. He watches my reaction as he slowly inches closer toward me, payback for what I did to him earlier, no doubt.
“Roman, don’t tease me, can you–” I stop when he drops down and his tongue runs along my pussy. I whimper. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since he last had his face buried between my legs, and yet it feels like it was too long to go without it.
He gazes up at me, and his eyes are full of heat. Normally I feel self-conscious about a guy going down on me—wondering if he is enjoying it, or doing it because he feels obligated for some reason. With Roman, it’s clear that he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am.
He sucks my clit and pumps two fingers into me, and I think I may die. Melt into a puddle of nothingness from how fucking good this feels. Heat and pressure build inside me as he continues to work me.
A noise I didn’t know I was capable of making leaves my mouth as I come on Roman’s face for the second time within twenty-four hours.
With his free hand, he pins my one leg back farther, opening up access to me even more as he continues to lick me. When the sensation becomes too much to bear, I pull at his hair, trying to get him to ease up.
“Roman, I need you.” I don’t say it loudly, but he hears it right away and wastes no time. Hopping off the bed and going over to his wallet, I hear the telltale rip of a foil packet, and soon he’s rushing back toward me, condom on his ready cock.
My stomach flips like I’m going downhill on a rollercoaster at the prospect of that being in me. It’s impressive, and attached to possibly one of the most attractive men on this planet... objectively speaking, of course. He catches me staring, and smiles.
“Yeah yeah, don’t let it get to your head, Everett,” I mutter.
“Quit being a little brat and bend over.”
I just smile in response.
“Keep it up, and I’ll fuck that smirk right off your face,” he says before grabbing me by the hips and rolling me over to be on my hands and knees.
He positions himself between my legs, knocking them open a little further. I’m spread open and waiting for him. There’s the tiniest part of me that screams I should be embarrassed, or have a little more decorum, but at the first touch of his cock to my entrance, she shuts the hell up.
Roman runs the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness around, and even moving up toward my still sensitive clit and back again. Pushing in ever so slightly, I stretch around the tip of him, and the anticipation of having him fully inside of me is almost too much to handle.
It’s taking too long for that to happen, so I give a little wiggle of my hips and try to move back onto his cock. Roman holds me in place, making it impossible to get him any deeper. I whine.
“So impatient, Sparky...” and with one quick move he’s fully inside of me.
My mouth pops open, and I groan. The stretch is overwhelming and perfect all at the same time. I’m so full, so satisfied.
Roman gives me a few seconds to adjust before he pulls out and pushes back in ever so slightly. His fingers dig into my hips greedily as he moves. I hope they leave marks, showing who was here.
His right hand snakes around my leg and finds my clit, rubbing it in torturous circles as he thrusts in and out.
As he does, he slowly increases the length of the thrusts.
It feels like heaven, and my toes curl. I look over to my right and see the mirror at the foot of the bed showing the reflection of us. Our eyes meet in the mirror.
“You like that? Watching me fuck you from behind?” His voice is low and predatory, and my pussy squeezes involuntarily in response.
With lust-clouded eyes, I take in our reflection. There’s no denying how good we look together right now. How right this is. And how beautiful I feel under his touch.
Roman’s eyes meet mine and he laughs. The sound makes me want to back further onto his cock and drive it deeper.
“Patience...” he says as he continues to slowly move in and out of me, watching along with me in the mirror.
The movement of his fingers along my clit combined with the feeling of him thrusting in and out of my needy pussy has me ready to tumble over the edge. A flush creeps up my skin, and Roman takes note, speeding up the movements of his fingers. I close my eyes and moan as the pressure mounts.
His tattooed hand wraps around my throat, and he looks at me earnestly. “Is this okay?”
Fuck yes, it is. I settle for a much more refined head nod. He applies the slightest pressure there, and it feels so good, ratcheting up the pleasure. Seeing his hand wrapped around my throat is hot in a way I’ve never experienced before, like I’m his in this moment. Completely at his mercy.
“That’s right, be a good girl and come all over my cock.” That’s all it takes, because my body simply obeys his command. Pleasure takes over as my inner walls grip him tighter.
“Fuck,” he growls. Just when I think I’ve come down from the orgasm, Roman gets a devilish glint in his eyes. “Hang on.” That’s all the warning I get before he pulls out of me to the very tip and then slams back in.
A choked scream leaves my mouth. My hands grasp at the duvet as he pounds into me, my pussy still fluttering around him. It’s somehow prolonging the orgasm and making it fifty times more intense. I should feel embarrassed at the whining noises that are coming out of me but I’m too far gone to care.
“One more, Clover, give me one more,” he grits out between thrusts.
How do I tell him that this one’s basically never stopped? He continues to fuck me with everything he has, bottoming out with each stroke. The sensation reaches a breaking point, and I shatter, coming so hard I see stars, pussy squeezing him so hard he curses and finds his release.
His thrusts slow until he rests with his cock still inside me, and he bends forward to place a kiss between my shoulder blades. We’re both panting like we ran a marathon.
We stay like this for a moment, before he pulls out and heads toward the bathroom. I fiddle around for a minute trying to cover myself up again.
When Roman comes out, he rolls his eyes but this time there’s a genuine smile on his plush lips.
“Get in the bed.”
“But I’m half-naked.”
“Oh no, not a half-naked woman, what ever will I do?”
I scowl at him before stalking off to the bathroom.
It’s not about the actual act of him seeing me mostly naked.
Obviously, that ship has sailed. It’s about what this means for us.
Last night could’ve been written off as a heat of the moment thing, drinking too much wine, simply getting carried away.
But now this? I’m having a hard time justifying to myself why we did that.
By the time I emerge from the bathroom five minutes later, I’m as confused as ever. Roman’s sitting in the bed, leaned up against the headboard. Arms behind his head, the picture of relaxation.
“Are you going to keep staring or do you plan on joining me?”
My brain tries to fire off about five different responses at once and ends up short-circuiting, so I stare at him and narrow my eyes before heading over to my side of the bed.
“Wow, I fucked the snark right out of you? Good to know that’s possible.”
I grab one of the decorative pillows at the end of the bed and launch it at his head.
It catches him off guard and actually collides with his face, giving me a sick sense of satisfaction.
I skip the last few steps before peeling back the duvet and hopping in beside him.
He pushes back the hair that’s fallen over his face, and he looks like a 90s movie star.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and suddenly I feel nervous to be here beside him, which makes no sense, seeing as we just had sex.
Really, really hot sex. Desire races through me, and I mentally hiss at myself to calm down.
I need to stop jumping my co-star’s bones.
Rolling over onto my side and propping my head up, I look up at Roman.
He scrolls on his phone for a moment before placing it on the bedside table and turning out the light.
“Are we going to talk about it?” I whisper.
“About what?”
“Your car’s extended warranty. Jesus Christ, Roman. What do you think?” I hiss. The bed lightly shakes with his laughter. His stupid, beautiful laughter.
“Lead the way then.”
“I... I don’t think I planned on any of this happening.”
“So?” He asks.
“So, what do we do?”
“Let’s look at this from a place of logic. We’re two consenting adults, we can do whatever we want.”
Yes, but what does that make us? I want to ask.
Not wanting to seem like a clingy little schoolgirl, I simply hum in agreement.
“We’re co-stars who are in a fake relationship, who had sex in Napa.
It’s fine. What happens in Napa stays in Napa,” I lay out the case for us both before rolling away from him. “Sound good?”
“Perfect,” Roman says before yawning and sinking under the duvet. “Now get over here.” His muscular arm snakes around my waist and in one swift motion he tugs me back so that I’m pressed up against him. I’m being spooned by the guy I thought hated me.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to sleep,” he says, annoyed.
“No, you’re cuddling me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
His question stops me in my tracks. Because no, I don’t want him to stop. I wish I wanted him to stop, but the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms and tucked in close has me so content it feels criminal to move.
“No,” I admit, voice barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.
“Then go to sleep,” he mumbles into the crook of my neck. I drift off to the steady movement of his chest as he breathes deeply.