She rolled her eyes and huffed off as her hips swayed over dramatically. Roman approached with a grim look. I averted my eyes, trying to not be pathetic and noticed Taylor caress Jill’s cheek before she slinked away out of the room.
“I think your girl needs you.” It popped out of my mouth when he stepped in front of me.
“Which one?” Axel asked innocently, shoving a cracker in his mouth.
Roman shook off his comment and laid a hand on my arm. “Stop fighting me.”
“Wait. I’ve heard this story before. Maybe you should change the plot.”
Roman rolled his lips together. “Maybe I think you’re a liar because you already liked the climax. In fact, you screamed it out the other day.”
Axel snorted beside us with a fist covering his mouth as he waved his head from side to side, eventually walking off.
I dropped my chin, trying to ignore his words. I willed myself not to rise to the bait. Off to the side, Jill walked off in the direction where Taylor had passed minutes before. Roman shifted his eyes that way too. “Let’s go.” He pulled me along beside him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t trust you.”
His grip tightened and he dragged me along. “You want proof? Then you shall get it.”
I opened my mouth then closed it as I simmered on his words. Proof of what? My mind reeled with questions as we headed to a partially closed door down the hallway. “What—”
Roman’s hand closed over my mouth. “Shh,” he whispered. He walked us closer to the door. His palm slackened over my lips.
At first, I saw nothing but the partial view of a bed. Then, I heard a soft moan as two girls came into view, Taylor and Jill were locked in each other’s arms. My mouth formed an O, but I couldn’t look away. Taylor moaned as she twisted Jill’s head to shift with her own as they kissed with a fervent need that was all too sensuous and real. There was something primal, yet hot in what they were doing. I’ve never seen two people make out before. Much less two girls.
Frantically, Taylor yanked down the top of Jill’s dress as her breasts popped free and she drew a nipple in her mouth. Jill moaned and cupped Taylor’s chin. I was surprised, to say the least, because Taylor always seemed so aloof. But she wasn’t now. She was frenzied, with her hands all over Jill. Here I thought she and Roman…my thoughts trailed off as white-hot heat pulsed down my lower body and was hyper aware of Roman standing behind me. His hand feathered down my chin and caressed my neck. His breaths vibrated against my hair.
He didn’t seem angry or bothered by the scene as indicated by his touch. By his unruly silence. Was he aroused by this? Taylor lowered herself to her knees as she tugged the hem of Jill’s fitted dress over her hips. One hand crept around Jill’s exposed butt as she licked a trail up her mound. Her doe eyes watched her prey in licentious delight. Like Roman peered at me when he was nudged between my delicate skin. My thighs clenched involuntarily, my fingers curled into my palm. This was wrong. I was delving into voyeurism, not to mention invading someone’s privacy, yet I couldn’t look away. What was wrong with me? I was depraved, but he was too. I needed to stop this insanity. Back away and get my bearings. I gazed behind me at my bittersweet antagonist, holding back a gasp. Roman wasn’t watching them; his eyes were on me. Dark, intense, full of lust. His chest rose and fell in a sharp rhythm.
As time stood still and everything around us faded to nothingness, he lifted me in his arms carrying me away, back down the hall and opened a door to our right. We passed into the dark room and he closed the door just as quickly, leaning against it with me in his arms. No words were spoken. He spun me around and planted his mouth on mine as he kissed me with a frantic need like the cruel tormentor he was. I curled my hands into the fabric of his shirt as I met his lips just as fiercely. This was how it was. How it’d always been when we came together. A fire that sparked and once ignited, quickly burned out of control.
I thought I was going to combust into flames as our tongues slashed together in a dance as old as time. He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass hard as he thrust against me. I wanted to crawl up his body and give him everything. It was crazy, insane, not to mention, irrational how I felt, but it was true, nonetheless. That was the proof he wanted me to see. I pulled back as if needing confirmation. “You and Taylor?”
“We haven’t. Never.” Before I could ask more, he claimed my lips again like he couldn’t get enough. His hand slipped between my thighs, fingers curled under the elastic of my thong, yanking it to the side as he pushed two fingers inside me. “God, you’re always so wet and ready for me. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
“Roman,” I moaned as he pulsed deeper, and I moved on his hand with need, shamelessly chasing my own pleasure. He trailed his mouth down my throat as my insides bubbled up.
“I love how your pussy trembles with my touch. I want to hear my name again, Corazón, as you come.” His tongue trailed over my delicate skin.
He thrust harder and faster; the friction was too much and yet not enough. I was throbbing with sensations that were elevating me higher and higher. “I’m. There. Oh God. Roman!” I was so high-strung as my climax struck me that I could barely speak. I clenched tightly against his fingers and gasped as his teeth dug into my skin on a growl, sucking relentlessly consuming me, taking everything from me.
As I came down from my high, he kissed the spot he’d marked alleviating the sweet pain. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered against my skin. His swollen erection jabbed me in the stomach through our clothing. “I want to fuck you, Theodora. You’re all I fucking think about. Your tight, pretty pussy riding my cock.”
I gasped, shaken to the core by his words. Wanting him. Needing him. “Please.”
His lips trailed up my cheek. “Please what? Do you want me to fuck you, Corazón?”
“Yes,” I exhaled softly. I was still fluttering in the clouds from my climax. Roman was like a drug I could never quit. It only took one hit, and I was hooked. One fatal hit. Now, all I could do was chase the euphoria that came with being with him.
“I would. I will. But not here. Not tonight.” He pecked my lips and stepped back. If this was his way of tormenting us both, it was working.
I ran my hand down his stomach, clasping his belt and unbuckling it. I pushed him back against the door and caught the lazy grin on his full mouth from the moonlight pouring through the window. “My turn to make you scream my name.” I unfastened his slacks and jerked his pants and underwear down as his throbbing cock popped out. Long, thick, and proudly erect.
“I don’t scream,” he stated with an arrogant tilt to his head as he gripped his cock. “Ever.”
I watched as he casually ran his hand up and down his shaft. It was hot, not gonna lie, and I bit my lip before I dropped down to my knees, glancing up at him innocently, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. “We’ll see, Corazón.” I threw out his pet name for me and jerked his hand aside, curling my fingers around his base. “Get ready.” I moved in close and boldly licked the precum off his dripping tip before I took him in my mouth.