Prince Roman

by CD Reiss

  “Hold that thought.”

  “Holding,” she replied. The light went green.

  I pulled into my driveway six minutes later.

  Chapter 11

  RAVEN

  I didn’t think I’d ever been so wet in my life. And once I started touching between my legs, I got more than simply aroused. I needed it. Needed his dick. Needed to feel him everywhere. Inhibition went out the window.

  He pulled past the gate set into high hedges. The gate clanged behind me and he put the car in park in front of the small suburban house.

  He got out without a word. I shifted my skirt down so I didn’t step out of the car looking like a wrung-out towel. I had one shoe on when my door opened. Looking up, Roman’s crotch was about eye level, his face above, burning with intensity. He held out his hand.

  Fuck.

  The outline of his cock.

  I was taking this night for all it was worth.

  Jamming my foot into the second shoe, I took his hand and stood. He slammed the door shut, then slammed me against it, kissing me as if he wanted to break me, and without question, I wanted to be broken like a twig.

  He shifted my shawl away until there was only dress fabric between my nipples and the spring air. They hardened even more, and when he pinched them through the sequined silk, I grunted like a wild thing.

  I grabbed for his belt.

  He tugged at my dress.

  I felt the warm, taut skin of his cock.

  He got my underwear halfway down my thighs.

  He pushed me against the cold steel of the car.

  I wrapped my legs around him, and he grabbed my panties and ripped the lace apart.

  He slid his shaft along the length of my seam.

  I was crazed. Wild. Clutching his chest through his shirt.

  When he entered me, we both froze for a second.

  It had happened so fast, from driving on the freeway to fucking against his car.

  I didn’t feel my fingers getting cold as much as I stopped feeling my grip on him. As if reading my mind, he hoisted me up and kissed me as he carried me to the house, holding me against the wall with one hand and unlocking the side door with the other. We banged on walls, knocked over a broom, kicked a planter. We wound up lying between the tiles of the dark kitchen and the outside steps.

  I leveraged my feet against opposite sides of the doorframe. He went deep, pushing his whole body against me. I cried out his name.

  “Say it again.”

  “Roman. More, more…” I devolved into sounds that didn’t make words as he took me slow and hard. Not one stroke was taken for granted. I was a balloon ready to burst, stretching, pumped full.

  “You’re close,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “Wait for me.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  I waited. I thought about the Neuronet matrix and employee benchmarks. But the matrix pulsed and the benchmarks counted to his rhythms.

  “I’m going to come inside you.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ah, y—” I never finished the word. When I felt the pulse at the base of his cock and his face relaxed, I let go. Every muscle in my body tightened toward where we were joined, clamping like a drawstring and releasing into blissful, mindless pleasure.

  * * * *

  He’d laid me on the bed like a precious item and went for water. I peeled off my bunched-up dress. The view outside was too dark to see through the wood blinds, but I caught the sounds of crickets and rustling tree branches.

  Taking a quick inventory of the room, flat screen, three gaming consoles, nonfiction books on the nightstand—Extra Lives and Why Games Matter. Another called Advanced Mountaineering. They matched the photos of nature, mountains, Teagan and him ornamented with carabiners and straps.

  FILE UNDER: Well-rounded.

  When he came in with two glasses of water he just said…

  “Wow.”

  I got so engaged in his life that I forgot I was wearing nothing but a bra and garter.

  “Oh, this old thing?”

  He put the glasses down and unbuttoned his cuffs, staring up and down my body in a way he didn’t at work. Good thing, too, because wherever his eyes went, my skin tingled as if he was touching it.

  “You always wear a garter?”

  “Usually.”

  “Even at work?”

  “It makes me feel sexy.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving me with a view of his body that was less gamer and more mountaineer than I could have hoped for. I reached for him, laying my hand on his chest.

  “From now on,” he said. “I’m going to see you in the office and want to rip your sensible little suit off.”

  “That would be against policy.” I drew my nails down his chest and over his hard abs.

  “My cock can’t read the handbook.”

  “I’m going to have to have a conversation with your cock, then.” I ran my hand over his erection.

  “How’s that getup look when you’re on your knees?” he said softly into my cheek.

  “You’ll have to let me know.”

  I got on my knees, looking up at him. His hair slid down when he looked back at me. I took him in my hands and couldn’t help smiling.

  “I am so good at this,” I said.

  “Your confidence will reflect positively in your evaluation.”

  It was hard to get my tongue on him with that grin on my face, but I managed. I didn’t want to overpromise and under deliver. I ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting myself, then lowered my mouth onto him. I sucked, drew it out, looked up to check on him. I sucked again, opening my throat and taking a little more. I went at my own pace, until he took the hair on the back of my head and set the rhythm.

  “You are—” he gasped. “So good at this.”

  “More,” I said and took him again. He grunted, sucked in air, and pulled away. Grabbing me gently under the arms, he directed me to the bed. I sat on the edge and wiped my chin, watching him step out of his pants. He was so perfect. So stunning. So perfectly commanding as he knelt in front of me and pulled my legs apart and kissed inside my thighs.

  “Roman,” I said.

  “Yes, Raven.”

  “I’m going to come if you do that.”

  “We’re trading fair and square. Lie back.”

  I did, and he ran his tongue inside my thighs, spreading me apart, kissing and sucking everything surrounding my seam. His finger slid where his tongue hadn’t gone. I was so wet, and just a little sore from the first fuck of the night.

  He kissed my clit and I squeaked with pleasure.

  “That’s nice,” he said, pushing two fingers inside me. I was sure it was nice for him, but my entire world was revolving around the movements of his fingers inside me. “I’m going to suck your clit now. You ready?”

  The words alone were enough to send me into twitches of anticipation. As if he knew it, he went slowly, watching me with gray-green eyes. His tongue flicked on me once, twice, then he ran his lips over it.

  “Oh, God, Roman. It’s too much. I’m going crazy.”

  Unpressured, he kissed and flicked with the promise of more, without the delivery. I was nearly in tears, begging in half sentences, until he pressed his lips around my clit and, ever so gently, sucked on it.

  It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had. When it was finished, it wasn’t finished. He flipped me over, hitched up my butt, and fucked me from behind.

  Then it was all over. I was drained of every last bit of my orgasm, and he came inside me, dropping over me when he was done as if he was completely spent.

  “You’re going to make this really hard to limit to one night,” I said.

  “I haven’t even started.”

  Chapter 12

  ROMAN

  If you can’t sleep, eat. If you can’t eat, sleep.

  Good advice from my dad, who had learned it in the Army. Since my night with Raven had gone de
ep into the early morning hours, and since I always woke up hungry anyway, I figured I’d make a big breakfast.

  The first thing about a meal like that is you have to time everything right. You can’t start the eggs first or they’ll get to the table cold, but you can’t scramble them right before you’re going to put them in the pan or you’re going to get behind on the pancakes. Condiments go out first so the syrup flows and the butter is soft enough to spread on toast that’s going to be hottest while you might be pulling the bacon out of the oven.

  It ran like a military operation if done right, and for the same reason climbing gear needed to be packed in a certain order. Time didn’t wait for anyone.

  Choreographing all the moving parts took up 75 percent of my attention, and when she came down showered and dressed in her sequined gown, it went down to 34 percent. She shouldn’t have to do the walk of shame.

  “Good morning,” I said, pulling out the tray of bacon.

  “Jesus, what are you making?”

  “Breakfast.”

  She looked over the counter where the toast was buttered and the eggs were piled and ready in the pan. She seemed more disconcerted than anything.

  “You all right?”

  “Yeah, I just didn’t think I was staying for all this.”

  “You’re not hungry?”

  “I am.”

  “You don’t like eggs? Or bacon? Or pancakes?”

  “I like all that.”

  “You have somewhere to go?”

  “Not really.” She sat on the barstool opposite me.

  “So, it’s me?”

  “No.”

  “I can accept if it’s me, you know.”

  “It’s you.”

  What? I gave her hours’ worth of orgasms and told her the absolute truth of how beautiful she was. What else could I do?

  “Well.” I put down my fork. “I have nothing left.”

  “That’s it? Nothing?”

  “I have no more charms.”

  She leaned over the counter and picked up a piece of bacon, smiling.

  “That sucks.” She bit the end off and chewed. “Maybe I’ll stay for breakfast anyway.”

  “That’s the spirit. Get some plates, would you?”

  She got up and came around to my side. Her underwear had gotten shredded the night before, and I became hyperaware that she was naked under her evening dress.

  Yeah, I got hard.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked as she got two dishes down.

  “Your ass. Why?”

  “Are you going to look at me like that at work?”

  “Probably not.”

  She put the plates on the counter and looked down pensively.

  “This was a mistake.”

  “Whoa, there—”

  “I’m not blaming you, but it’s going to be even harder now. And it was already really hard.” She was as good as admitting I didn’t hold some unrequited attraction to her and she knew it. “Okay, just so you know, yes. I thought you were hot the entire time. From the first minute. But I have a history, and I don’t want you to think I’m a slut or something but you might. And if you do, it says more about you than it does about me.”

  I turned the heat off and scraped eggs onto the plates. “Go on, slut.”

  She pinched me. It was cute. She was cute. Everything about her was fun.

  “Seriously,” I said. “Go on.”

  “I had a thing with my last boss, and it was nothing. Less than nothing and it was fine. But I felt weird at the office and I felt like everyone was talking about me. I don’t want that again. I just want this job to be normal, and I don’t want to lose it over this.”

  “So, state explicitly. Do you want to continue with this thing we started? Or not?”

  Her mouth tightened and she took a deep breath through her nose before speaking.

  “What do you want?”

  “Me?” I picked up the plates. I wanted her, but I didn’t know what to do about it. “I want to eat breakfast and fuck you again.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “It’s the only one I have. Come on. It’s Saturday. We’re not in the office. Let’s just have the weekend to do whatever we want and we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Or not. But I’m hungry.”

  I went to the table and put the food down. She tapped her fingers on the counter a few times and then sat in the chair I held out for her.

  “You’re a little too convincing,” she said.

  “I’m a lawyer. It’s what I do.”

  She stacked pancake and egg together on her fork, eating it all in a bite.

  “You know what’s funny? I’m sitting here eating breakfast and I have no idea where I am.”

  “San Jose.” I opened the curtain. “I know it doesn’t look it from here.”

  “Wow, you found a quiet block. Which park is that?”

  “Rose Garden.”

  “Is that the one with the big chess set?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh!” She wiggled in her seat while stabbing pancakes and eggs.

  “You play?”

  “Let’s go before the kids take it over. What time is it? What time do they put the pieces out?”

  Her voice dropped at the last word when she looked at herself in her evening gown.

  “Teagan has things here. Eat up and let’s go before the chess club descends.”

  Chapter 13

  RAVEN

  I was terrible at chess, but I loved playing. I especially loved the big chess sets because they were so physical.

  Roman had tried to get me in bed again, but I shooed him in the shower and by the time he was out I was wearing his sister’s clothes with my bronze stilettos from the night before. Apparently, this wasn’t a deal breaker.

  “I never thought I’d find leggings and a hoodie so fucking hot,” he said as he got his hands under the Google pullover.

  “It’s nine-fifteen already. Come on!”

  I pulled him out the door. We crossed the street together. I’d never seen him in weekend gear before, but he looked just as powerful and confident in jeans and a polo shirt as he did in a custom suit. When he looked at me the way he did, I melted as quickly as I did when he was in the office.

  “What do I get if I beat you?” he asked when we got to the gate.

  “Mmm… I’ll buy you dinner?”

  “I can buy my own dinner. I was thinking something a little more satisfying. Nutritionally.”

  “For you or me?”

  “You.” His smirk told the entire story of how he was going to deliver the nutrients. I was all for it, personally. I wasn’t a spitter or a quitter.

  “You’re so considerate.” I was practically purring at that point. “What if I win?”

  “Dinner, since you seem so hungry.”

  “Deal.”

  Since I hadn’t worn the high heels more than a couple of hours the night before, my feet didn’t hurt, but when we got to the edge of the park, I stopped short. We had to cross a grassy field. The heels were going to be a problem. I bent a knee and grabbed a heel to take it off.

  My first assumption was that I’d lost my balance, because I felt the ground go out from under me. By the time I realized Roman was picking me up and carrying me, I’d hit him in the face trying to get my balance.

  “You’re a tough cookie.” He shifted my weight in his arms, getting comfortable. I put my arms around his neck as he crossed the field.

  “You should warn a girl if you’re going to pick her up and carry her.”

  “As if you’d let me.”

  I kissed his cheek. He hadn’t shaved, and his stubble tickled my nose. Without cologne or aftershave, but clean and fresh, he smelled like morning dew.

  “Tell me something,” I said.

  “Something.”

  “Why aren’t you taken?”

  “Right now, I’m taken with you.”

  “I mean it.”

  He bounced as
he carried me, his hair taken by the wind.

  “I don’t know, honestly.” He looked at me, still walking. “I had a girlfriend for a while. Right out of college. But she and I just didn’t see eye to eye on a few key issues.”

  “Such as?”

  He stepped onto pavement and lowered me gently. We were by the rec center, the playground, the waterpark that ran in the summer months. The chessboard was just past the swing set. A man in blue coveralls walked out of the shed carrying a black pawn under each arm.

  “I was twenty-six,” Roman said. “I was different back then.”

  I could guess what was different. He was a cheater, or a partier, or emotionally lazy. But I wanted him to say it. So I waited. I didn’t move toward the chessboard, but didn’t put words in his mouth either.

  “She wanted to settle down and I wanted to make partner.”

  “You can’t walk and chew gum at the same time?”

  “I can. But not with her. And before you ask… There was nothing wrong with her. Or me. It just wasn’t happening. Can we talk about something else now? Like how long it’s going to take me to checkmate you?”

  “Never!” I ran to the chessboard in my heels just as the coverall guy was putting the last pawn in place.

  Chapter 14

  ROMAN

  I had her checkmated in four moves. We went best two out of three and she won a grueling second match. When she picked up the big pieces her hoodie hiked up and I could see her belly. When she kneeled down to pick up a pawn, her feet arched in her high heels with the most feminine curve I’d ever seen.

  But the best part was watching her move between the pieces, thinking. Her eyes went from square to square, checking corners and seeing options. Playing the big chess set in the park was like opening up her mind and watching the gears turn.

  “Have you ever done any climbing?” I asked, moving my bishop three spaces.

  “Like what?” Her hair swung as she traced a line from the bishop I’d moved to the queen I was making a plan to capture. “Like mountains?”

  “Yeah. Or rocks.”

  “I’ve climbed trees. But not recently.” She moved her queen one space. “Check.”