Page 16 of Precious Legacy
I’ve barely got my breath back when Roman stands, picking me up by the backs of my thighs and slamming my backagainst the wall. A gasp escapes me when his cock presses at my entrance. He’s not even fully naked, but then again, I’m guessing he wants what I do. A quick and dirty fuck, nothing more.
Pinning me against the wall with his body, he pushes his thick cock into me. My walls squeeze around him as I cry out, unable to contain the moan that follows through the silence. I hate how delicious it feels to have the girth of his cock forced inside me. I hate how the promise of another orgasm rears its head. I hate everything about this, yet I don’t want it to stop.
“Fuck, Presh. I forgot how?—”
I slam my hand over his mouth.Did I mention I don’t want to hear him speak?
He wraps his arm around my waist to hold me up, obeying my silent command. Wrapping his other around my throat, he’s got me in the perfect position to fuck me hard and fast.
And he does.
Every punch of his hips makes me feral, my nails scraping over his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. My own shoulders ache from the hard tiles behind me, and even though I know I’ll have bruises, I can’t find it in me to care.
The desperate chase for my climax spurs me on as I ride his dick, meeting every one of his thrusts with my own. His hand moves from my throat to slide down my chest, over my heaving tits, to my pussy.
I still haven’t removed my hand from his mouth, and he doesn’t fight me on that. I just continue riding him until the coil in my stomach starts to unfurl. Then he pinches my clit, and that one action is my undoing. I collide into another orgasm that spreads like wildfire through my limbs. I cry out, panting through the waves of pleasure as Roman follows with a hard thrust that slams me into the wall.
His thick cock pulses inside me as my body goes weak in his arms, our chests heaving in the watery silence as I finally move my hand away from his mouth. Only the splash of the shower fills the room, washing away yet another one of my dirty deeds.
Roman runs his nose along mine, a worried look flashing across his features when he pulls away. “Tell me why you hate me so much,” he murmurs, heaving a resigned sigh.
Fuck. Why did he have to go and ruin the moment?
Peeling myself from his body, I plant my feet back on the ground and rinse off the evidence of what we just did. Though it doesn’t wash away the guilt of betraying myself, I can work on that later. For now, I just need to get out of here.
I can feel Roman’s eyes on me, still waiting for an explanation. It clearly pains him not to know the answer, and that fills me with satisfaction. He doesn’t deserve anything from me other than this.
“Alanis,” he growls.
“Does it really bother you that much?” I snap, spinning around to face him.
He pauses, seemingly considering his response. That only pisses me off further, because for someone so cocky and full of words, he can’t even answer a simple question.
“Well?!”
“Yes!”
I groan with irritation, marching out of the showers and towards my sports bag. I grab my clothes and get dressed, not even bothering to dry off properly.Another problem for later.
Once I’m dressed and somewhat presentable, I haul my bag over my shoulder, not even sparing Roman a glance as I head towards the door. Maybe I’m afraid of what I might see, or maybe I just don’t want to be forced into hashing out the specifics of my distaste for him. Whatever my reasons are, I decide it’s better to get out of dodge.
“This isn’t over!” Roman calls out.
I cave. Turning to glance over my shoulder, my inquisitive gaze locks onto Roman, who is now standing naked in the shower with his muscular torso on full display. His cock is still hard, a stiff reminder of what we just did. It’s a distraction, a way to entice me, and it’d work if I wasn’t so fucking angry right now. The man looks like he’s cut from marble.Tattooed marble. With his wet blonde hair flopped over his forehead and the water running over his chest, I’d be blind not to notice how hot he is.
He never used to look like that, though. When we were younger, he had only just started lifting weights. He played sports like most teenagers, but he wasn’t bulky or tattooed. He was just… Roman.MyRoman. Toned and athletic and boyishly handsome. He’s definitely bulked out now though, and I have to resist the urge to look longer than necessary. I avert my gaze to the mirror beside me, combing my fingers through my wet strands to distract myself from looking back at him.
“You think because we fucked that this means something?” I accuse coldly. “It doesn’t.”
He doesn’t respond, and that in itself gives me more satisfaction than any retort he could come up with. For once, I’ve left him speechless.
I turn and head for the door, turning over the lock he engaged. “See you around, Genovese.”
EIGHT
Ipride myself on keeping a level head most of the time. In our line of work, you can’t afford distractions because in the wrong hands, they can be dangerous. It’s why I use boxing as my coping mechanism—to keep me in check, disciplined, and focused.
Unfortunately, now that I’ve had a taste of Alanis, it has the direct opposite effect. Every time I focus on something, I’m immediately brought back toher,coming all over my dick as I sank deeper and deeper into her.Her moans, the way she threw her head back, biting her lip…fuck,she’s a beautiful, feral creature when she comes undone like that.
