“Eat me.”
The look he gives me.Fuck.
“Please, Roman.Eat me.”
My core clenches around nothing, and I think he’s about to do as I say, but he lets go of me. I almost cry out at the loss of touch, but he reaches under my dress to where I’m so wet and needy. I arch my back and spread my thighs wider as he cups my pussy in his warm palm.
“Mine,” he growls as his lips crash down on mine. I gasp as his tongue finds mine, and I can feel his possessiveness in the kiss. I love when he kisses me, but this is something else. Something more. The kiss from the door at Jace’s house that day he caught us with… well, our pants down, basically. This is the same kiss. Full of need, jealousy, longing.
I reach up and grab the back of his neck again, and he grunts but doesn’t push me away. His palm moves against my soaked underwear, rubbing and teasing me through the thin, wet fabric. They need to be gone. I want them off and his mouth there. As the orgasm builds higher and higher, I moan.
He shifts and drags the fabric down just enough to push two fingers into me. I gasp against his mouth and pull him close as his fingers fuck me. When his thumb finds my clit, my hips buck off the bed. I grip his hair roughly, and he groans against my mouth. I smile at the sounds he’s making.
This has never happened…like, at all. After the one time we had together, where I blew his world and he blew mine, we haven’t had a repeat. We’ve only kissed and done some light groping. I thought maybe he needed more time. Not that I don’t love his kisses and small touches.
This is a whole other Roman, and I’m here for it.
Oh God, I’m so here for it. I break the kiss and gasp as he rubs circles around my clit, my body reacting to every little touch. I reach for him; I want to repay the pleasure he’s giving me, but he moves away and stops his assault on my clit.
I pout, and he rolls his eyes at me, then he’s back, rubbing circles before lightly rolling over it. My toes curl as the orgasm builds again. Just enough to have me on the edge, so close, then he changes shit up, and I’m left hanging. He does it again—teasing me, playing my body—and I’m so close. I want to climax, but he keeps denying me, like Hunter does.Fuck, Hunter isn’t even here, and I’m being denied. Does Roman know Hunter does this to me?
“Please,” I beg and from the glint in his eye, I know I’ve won. That’s what he’s been waiting for…me to beg.I’m begging.
He slides down my body, my underwear is ripped from me, and my dress is bunched up around my waist as he pushes me farther onto the bed and his eyes wander to my pussy, all wet from teasing and denying me for so long.
“I’m so wet for you, Roman,” I moan as I grab my breast and arch myself toward him.
A smirk plays on his upper lip as he watches me wiggle and touch myself. He runs a finger through my folds, and I moan. When he pulls his finger up to see, it’s glistening with my need, and he sucks it into his mouth.Oh God, why is that so hot? He moans around his finger before dropping to his knees, and gripping my thighs tight, he spreads me wider. His tongue darts out, and he tastes me. He licks and sucks on my clit, and I practically bow off the bed, reaching for something to keep me here on earth.
“Holy shit.” I grip his hair tightly, and I worry it will stop him.
But it only spurs him on as he sucks on my clit again and again. My knees try to trap him there as I moan his name over and over as I come. I feel as if I’m floating off the bed as I gasp for air. My body bows, and I grip his head as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
The door to my room busts open, and I crash down as fast as that orgasm hit me. As I call out “Roman,” Hunter’s eyes meet mine. My core clenches as he watches us, grinning. Slamming the door shut, he stalks toward us. I shake a little from the aftershocks of the orgasm just as Hunter approaches the bed.
Roman doesn’t look at Hunter, like he knew it would be him and not Asher busting through the door. Only, he doesn’t know Asher well enough to trust he won’t. He did that to me and Hunter without a care in the world. He might bust down that door at any moment just to make his presence known. Or not. With both of them here, I think Asher knows the odds are against him.
Another shiver rolls over me. Do I like the fact that I know he’s out there?Yes. Do I like the fact that he might try to break in? Also,yes. I pinch my nipple, and it’s like a lightning bolt, zapping me deeply.Fuck. I need to talk to Roman and Hunter about last night.
“I guess someone started the show without me.”
I let out a small chuckle and look to Roman. His lips glisten with my orgasm. I sit up, bending over to kiss him and taste myself on his lips.
I turn to Hunter. “Roman has only just started the show.”
Then Hunter does something unexpected. He runs his finger over Roman’s top lip. Roman holds still, and we both watch as Hunter sucks it into his mouth and moans.
I’m frozen in place, unsure what the hell just happened? Roman watches Hunter. Their eyes meet, and my body reacts in a way I didn’t know. Shit.I didn’t know that could be a turn on.
I want to see more.
SEVEN
HUNTER
Ishake my fist out. It hurts after I punched Asher in the jaw.Fucker. But all thoughts of him left when I walked in and saw Roman had started without me.
We’d spoken about this earlier at home, how this was gonna go down. If Roman wanted to join in, watch me or I watch him. What he wanted, what he’s comfortable doing with me there. What he isn’t okay with. He said he isn’t comfortable having sex with me there. I respect that.
