18. Lavinia #2
“Now’s your chance to back out, Blossom.” I tilt my head back, trying to find his eyes in the dark. He’s not touching me anywhere, yet I feel his presence pressing into me everywhere, settling hot and heavy along my skin.
I wait for the doubt or worry to rise, for my sanity to return and remind me that this is the man who has a group of women showing up to his every game and calling themselves the Maddox Maniacs. A few of whom he’s slept with, I’m quite sure.
My sanity doesn’t return. Because this is exactly what I want.
What I’ve wanted since the moment I kissed him on my wedding day.
There’s also the fact that I’ve never been able to resist him, not even when we were kids.
That dark hair and those hazel eyes have been haunting me since I’ve been old enough to form memories.
Even now, tension stretches thick between us, pulling taut the ties which bind us together. I’ve never wanted to not resist something more. I cup his jaw, arching up to bite his bottom lip, tugging lightly. “Thank you for the offer, but I want to keep playing.”
Roman growls, lowering his head until his mouth connects with mine. Sparks shoot through my veins as soon as our mouths meet. Roman moans, his hands dropping to my waist and pulling me closer against him until our bodies connect.
Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how desperate I’ve been to feel his mouth on mine again. Some restless part of me sighs with relief and I don’t want to take the time to examine it because it’s going to tell me things I don’t want to hear.
Even with all the urgency charging between us, Roman doesn’t rush the kiss.
His mouth is soft against mine even as he goes in hard.
I part my lips, inviting his tongue to tangle with mine.
He tastes like chocolate and bad decisions.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I push my hands into his hair.
It’s as thick and soft as I remember, and I want to keep running my fingers through it.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you again,” Roman murmurs on my lips. “Your perfect fucking mouth is all I’ve thought about for months.”
“Sounds exhausting. How do you get anything done?”
“What makes you think I want to do anything other than think about you?” I see a flash of smile before his lips meet mine again.
Ugh, why does he insist on turning me into a puddle? My panties can’t get any wetter. Roman’s leg is thoughtlessly pressed between both of mine and it’s taking everything I have not to rock against him.
“I honestly haven’t thought about our kiss,” I say breathlessly.
He laughs into the kiss, the sound causing tingles along my spine. “You lie so sweetly.”
Roman’s mouth leaves mine, pressing soft, small kisses along my neck. He pauses to suck on the spot beneath my ear which has me a whimpering mess in his arms.
“I’m not,” I gasp. “I’m not lying. I haven’t thought about our kiss at all.”
I can’t let him win, I can’t. He can’t ever know that I’ve fantasized about our kiss, about him lifting up my skirts and bending me over his bike and making me come. My vibrator’s gotten more of a workout these past months than ever.
Pausing, he licks the spot where the neckline of my dress rests over my cleavage. “Is that why you’re riding my thigh? Why you’re soaking my pants? Because you haven’t thought about me at all?”
It’s only when he says it that I realize I’ve been moving my hips in small, shifting motions, grinding my pussy on his thigh. My face flames with embarrassment and my body tries to lock up. Roman’s hands grip my hips, shifting them forward hard and I gasp at the friction against my clit.
He leans back slightly to look between us, and I follow his gaze. It’s obscene, the way my dress is riding up my legs and his thigh is shoved between them.
“You can take whatever you want from me, Blossom,” he says, voice low. “I’ll never say no. You want to come on my thigh in public, you can do it.”
“I shouldn’t…” Yet, I can’t stop. His thigh provides the perfect friction against my clit and each shift forward sends delicious sensations through my body. I grip Roman’s biceps to keep myself steady.
“You should. I fucking want you to use me to get off, baby.” Placing soft kisses on my lips, he leans back again, letting his eyes rake over me, heating my body up even more. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now, taking exactly what you want.”
I can hear people talking on the other side of the wall, music filtering through. We’re not exactly hidden. Someone only has to lose their way to the restrooms, and they’d stumble upon us. And for some reason, that only makes me hotter.
“Roman.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot, I can feel the heat of your pussy through my pants.” His hand lowers, gripping one of my thighs, the other snakes around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush together. Roman licks at the seam of my lips.
“You can’t imagine how much I want to taste you right now. Drop down to my knees on this filthy fucking floor and bury my face in your beautiful cunt and make you come over and over again until you’re a whimpering mess.”
I’m about to be a moaning, whimpering mess right now.
My belly tightens, my movements growing jerky and more needy.
I can picture him on his knees for me. His thigh is rock hard and perfect between my legs.
God, I’m going to come from riding his thigh.
In public. Roman is watching me with hooded eyes, the expression in them absolutely enthralled.
As if I’m not already so far gone I can’t see sense, Roman wraps one hand around my throat, pulling me closer to him. I’m completely trapped by his body and something about that lights up my brain in the best way.
“You’re so needy,” he whispers on my mouth.
“I love the sounds you make. Are you going to be this needy when I fuck you? Je parie que tu serreras ma bite tellement fort, comme si tu ne voulais jamais la laisser s’échapper.
Tu me désires déjà tellement, et je ne t’ai même pas encore baisée.
Tu es à moi, si parfaite. Ma petite étoile. ”
“Are you serious?” I cry out. As if I’m not about to come all over his thigh already. “You don’t have to talk dirty in French. You have a very nice thigh and I’m fully planning on coming on it.”
He has the audacity to laugh. “Come on my thigh, Lavinia. Let me see what you look like when I make you come for the first of many, many times.”
I grip his arm tighter, my body arching as I grind harder.
“Roman!”
My body lights up, pussy clenching on nothing as I come. I squeeze my eyes shut, my head falling back against the wall as sparks shoot behind my eyelids. I’m a shuddering mess, so sensitive I whimper a little when Roman moves.
When my breathing calms down, I open my eyes and see Roman looking at me with a strange look on his face. I’m immediately self-conscious and want to pull in on myself. I can’t believe I rode my brother’s teammate’s thigh until I orgasmed all over him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Roman brushes his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.
“I’ve travelled the world, seen monuments and art which has mesmerized people for centuries.
” He looks away from my mouth and his eyes meet mine.
“Nothing compares to watching you come apart in my arms, the beautiful sounds you made, the way these kiss bruised lips said my name.”
My cheeks heat with a blush and I duck my head. Roman chuckles lightly, tucking two fingers under my chin as he tilts my head and places soft kisses on my lips. “Do you want to clean up?”
I nod, and once he checks that no one’s around, he leads us around the corner and gets in line with me for the restroom.
The girls waiting ahead of me turn to give him a once over, appreciation lighting up their eyes as they take in all six foot four inches of him.
I don’t think Roman even notices because he’s too busy playing with my hair.
“I can wait on my own, you know,” I tell him.
“Wouldn’t want you having second thoughts,” he whispers in my ear.
“If I was going to have second thoughts, it would’ve been before.”
The line moves forward and Roman very reluctantly lets go of my hand when I have to step into the restroom.
Maybe he’s right not to leave me alone because stepping into the restroom is like stepping into a different universe.
I go into a stall to pee and clean up as best as I can and the whole while, my mind is whirling.
I have nothing to feel guilty about. Guilt is the least of my problems. As much as Roman is the boy I grew up with, he also has a complicated relationship with my ex-fiancé and my brother. It doesn’t get messier than that and I don’t want to be the woman who’s known for having messy relationships.
Because guess what?
As soon as anyone finds out, no one is going to care what Josh did. No one is going to care about my accolades. All I’ll be known as is the woman who got dumped by one man and then later dated his old teammate.
“Do you need something to cover that up?” I look up from washing my hands to the girl who’s standing beside me. She’s got this gorgeous blue tint in her blonde hair that makes me wonder if I can pull it off.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“The hickey.” She nods towards my neck, and I look in the mirror. There’s a dark bruise blooming under my ear. “It’s from that guy who’s waiting outside, right?”
Now three other girls are listening to our conversation, and I think they’re the ones who were admiring him outside.
“Yes, it’s from him.”
“Where did you find him?”
“I’ve known him my whole life.” Give or take some eighteen odd years in which we didn’t speak. “Can I ask you girls something?”
They draw in closer and I turn off the tap, pick up a paper towel to dry my hands.
“How messy is it to date your ex-fiancé’s old teammate who is now your brother’s teammate?”