I can’t help but grin harder, but the moment he pushes his boxers down further, my smile falters at the sight before me. Roman wraps his hand around his length, stroking himself slowly and deliberately. My breath catches as I watch him, the reality of his size dawning on me.
He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever messed around with, the kind of size that would normally make me pause, but with him, all I feel is a throbbing need pulse between my thighs that urges me to take him and make him mine.
"Come here, Angel," Roman whispers, gently pulling me back toward his lap.
My mouth waters. I part my lips and press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. My tongue swirls around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Roman’s eyes widen, his jaw clenching as I run my tongue down his length, trying to ready myself to take all of him in.
As I drag my tongue back up to the tip, I glance up at him, our eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding—this is just the beginning.
"Tell me you want it, Roman," I whisper. I gather the warm spit that’s been pooling in my mouth behind my puckered lips, opening my mouth just enough to let a trail of moisture fall to the head of his cock.
He hisses, sucking in air between his teeth. He shakes his head, desire swirling in his blown-out pupils.
My lips stretch around his tip and I suck hard, my cheeks hallowing out before I release him, hearing a soft ‘pop’ as the suction breaks. "Tell me how much you’re willing to sin just to hear me choke on your cock."
Without warning, Roman urges my head down. I open my mouth eagerly to take him in again as he thrusts hard, his tip hitting the back of my throat. I choke on the size of him, struggling to adjust, a rush of exhilaration coursing through me. Eyes half-closed, I savored the sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure, my body tingling with the thrill of it.
He guides my head in a bobbing motion, rolling his thumb over my cheek as spit escapes my mouth and drips to my chin. I curl my tongue around him with deliberate, sensual movements.
"There we go, Angel," He groans, letting me adjust as my tongue moves up and down his shaft, the wet messy sound of my mouth taking him in adding to the warm slickness in my underwear.
"Keep taking me," He challenges, tugging my hair. He slows his thrusts, driving his cock as far back as he can and holding it there as I gag again. Not ready to give up, I reach my hand to his base, stroking the part of him that won’t fit in my mouth.
"Just like that, Angel," He groans, his head rolling back into the seat, the mix of alcohol and adrenaline sending a wave of courage through me.
Feeling a slight pulse in the base of his cock, I know he’s close to release.
"You want to taste me, Eden?"
I simply nod, groaning against his dick. I move my mouth faster, meeting the movement of the frenzied thrust of his hips.
An explosion of sweet and salty liquid shoots down my throat. I swallow, guzzling down the taste of him like he’s the only thing that can quench my thirst. He stifles a loud moan into the sleeve up his shirt, his eyes closed as I take every drop from him.
I release him after I’ve had my fill, sitting up, my torso still splayed over the middle console. As he opens his eyes, I drag my thumb over the wetness on my bottom lip before putting it in my mouth and licking it clean.
"Fucking Hell, Eden," He smirks, tugging up his boxers. "Do you realize how pretty you looked choking on my-"
Tearing off Luca's hoodie, I crawl over the console and into his lap, my wet pussy landing on his boxers, hungry for friction. I rock my hips, feeling him hardening again underneath me, my swollen clit trying to find relief as I move.
"Fuck, Roman-"
"Keep rocking those hips, beautiful," He commands, his lips pressed against my neck as he moves his hands further up my back to the tie holding my bathing suit top in place.
Removing my hands from his hair, I slowly move my arms backwards, untying it for him. As the material around my breasts loosens, I slip the top over my head, Roman completely still as he watches me.
"Touch me."
He leans into me, his lips landing on my nipple as he moves his hand to my other breast, cupping the fullness, massaging, and kneading. Watching as he takes his time feasting on me, I run my hands through his hair, tilting my head back as I give in to the pleasure coursing through me. I cry out his name again and again, reaching down between us, rubbing my clit as he nips at my nipple.
Rolling my hips, a sudden wave of nausea creeps in, cracking the dome of lust and euphoria that surrounds us.
"Fuck-" I hiss. Shoving Roman away from me, he keeps hold of my hips as I move my hand to the control on his door panel to roll the window down. I lean my head out of the window, releasing what feels like every drop of alcohol I drank tonight. As liquid continues pouring out of me, Roman coils his hand around my loose hair, holding it out of my face while I gag.
Embarrassment heats my skin as I lean my head down against the cool metal of his car door.
"I told you," Roman whispers. "Taking my cock like that will take some practice." He winks at me, and I know he’s trying to let me know he’s not judging me.
“Very funny.”
