by L. L. Ash
I choked, struggling to swallow a massive wad of spit in my mouth before I started to drool.
“Mmm…” he hummed, closing his eyes. “That’s good.”
Next thing I knew his other hand dipped down into the batter bowl and caught a bit on his thumb, which he promptly smeared on my neck, ear to clavicle.
His mouth dipped, his smell and heat and electricity overwhelming me as his lips touched my skin, tongue frenching my neck, devouring me like I was his last meal.
So much for worrying about how to make this not awkward. He’d done all the work for me.
My body backed up a couple steps until I hit the corner, feeling his body slam into mine a second later. Hips pressed against each other, his erection pushed into my belly as he leaned down and made love to my neck.
Only problem? I wanted his lips. On mine.
Disengaging his mouth from my neck, he met my lips with fervor, like he’d been almost as pent up as I'd been, waiting so many weeks just for a glimpse of his golden hair or deep, lake blue eyes.
Next thing I knew, we were moving.
“Bedroom,” he grunted against my lips, wrapping his arms around my thighs and boosting me up until he had me completely in his arms.
Just like on the motorcycle, I pointed while still engaging my mouth with his.
Somehow he saw, or assumed, and we made it into my bedroom.
He settled me down on the bed, sinking with me until my back was to the mattress, his body hovering over mine as our mouths got acquainted with each other.
After some time, what felt like not nearly enough and way too much all at once, I felt his fingers slip under the hem of my silk top, sliding it up and over the plastic on my tattoo and past the mounds of my breasts.
“These stupid things have been driving me crazy all night,” he ground out, pressing his fingers against one smiley face pastie.
Josie had gotten them for me as a joke after telling her about the first session I’d had with Roman.
“Just taunting and teasing me…”
I gulped as I felt the tape on the inside give way to his fingers, then watched as he flung one away from us, his head dipping down to take my breast into his mouth.
Electricity zipped down my spine, my back arching instantly at the hot feeling of his tongue on my puckered skin.
My fingers dug into that sexy hair, gripping it as his hands slid down and squeezed my butt. He lifted my hips to his and ground into me.
“Oh God...” I groaned, feeling something thick and hard and hot pushing into my jeans, shooting heat right through me.
“Fuck me,” he grunted, rocking those hips again.
“If you insist,” I breathed and he looked up at me and grinned.
It’s not what he'd meant, but it still didn’t change the fact that I meant it.
“I insist.” He moved, kneeling between my legs and working the button and zipper of my skinny jeans
It didn’t take more than a few seconds to unlatch them, but when he started pulling, they didn’t want to come off.
Dammit… I’d been so worried about looking good, I’d worn my tightest pair of jeans. You know, the ones I basically had to pour myself into.
“Shit, Fae, I might need help with this.” He chuckled and got onto his feet, leaning in to give them a good tug.
The jeans slid off, but so did my butt...off the bed.
Roman laughed as he tried to catch me, but he only got my arms as my butt hit the floor.
“Next time wear a dress.” He laughed, the sound reverberating in his chest in this warm, addictive sound.
I wanted to hear that sound for the rest of forever.
Wait… Next time?
He gave me a hand up until I was standing again, in nothing but my tiny panties and one pastie.
“This looks plain ridiculous, you know,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me.
I was so caught up in our close proximity that his words didn’t even register until I felt the other smiley face being slowly peeled off my skin.
“Mmm, much better,” he sighed into my mouth, biting my bottom lip gently before pulling it between his.
Enough of this… I needed him naked and between my legs now.
Pulling up at the hem of his white shirt, he grinned and backed off half a foot, grasping his shirt behind his neck, pulling it over his head like every girl’s dream. Inch by inch, ink covered muscle appeared, making my heart beat just a little faster, a little harder.
The shirt popped over his head and off, that beautiful hair messy and inviting as he looked up at me, his hands dipping down to the button on his jeans next, releasing it with aching slowness.
My eyes didn’t know where to focus. I took in the massive tattoo on his chest, roses and a skull centered between his pecs with a raven perched on top. Realistically feathered wings went up to his shoulders, leaving his sexy, pierced nipples free of ink with a dusting of that same color of dirty blond hair as the beard on his face.
Laurel leaves that suited his name just fine, climbed down the side of his upper chest and under his pecks over his ribs in a symmetrical V-shaped pattern, pointing toward bare-skinned abs that looked like they were cut from stone.
Those big, capable hands pushed his jeans down, then slipped into the Calvin Klein band of his boxer briefs, pausing.
I followed the line of his abs, up between his pecs and over the coarse hair on his chin, glancing past those plump lips...and up to his eyes.
Smoldering was an injustice to the fiery gaze staring back at me. Like he dared me and invited me all at once, his eyes making contact with mine through his long, dark, almost girly eyelashes.
His hands moved, underwear fell, then it was just him and me and hot, needy skin between us.
Holy hell… he did have piercings down there… four of them. A glimmer of metal stole my attention to the tip where a barbell pierced through the top of the head in what looked like what must have been an incredibly painful piercing. It came out the bottom to another round tip.
As his cock twitched momentarily under my inspection, I caught the others, a ladder of three barbell piercings going down his shaft like he was half machine or something. Maybe that was the point, to look like a sex god.
Before I fully got to inspect him, his lips were on mine again, our bodies pressed together, flesh to flesh practically giving me a heart attack at my young, tender age.
His magnetism should have been illegal...but I was so damn glad it wasn’t.
Roman’s hands touched my cheek first, wrapped around my jaw and buried itself into my hair. His other hand grazed down my arm, past my ribs and into the lacy band of my panties.
Were those still on?
Not anymore.
He slid them down until they fell, then curved that hand around one cheek, squeezing and pulling me toward him.
I was throbbing, burning with need as I felt him press into my belly again, this time feeling his hot skin against mine with a tiny hint of cold from the metal on his shaft.
“I need you, right now, Roman,” I breathed against his lips, feeling his grip tighten and his arms pull me closer.
Eager didn’t even describe how badly I wanted to feel those bits of metal grinding against me from the inside,
“I want to taste you,” he breathed back. “But it’s only been a month.”
A month?
He must have seen the confusion in my eyes because he just smiled and kissed me again, mumbling, “The VCH. Your piercing.”
Dammit!
“Wait...does that mean…?” I started but he shook his head.
“I know ways around it.” He grinned devilishly at me before dipping back down to my neck, sucking and licking and kissing until I’d had enough.
“If you know a way around it, then get in it!” I finally pushed him off me to get his attention.
If course, built like he was, it was like pushing on a California redwood.
“Patience my young padawan.” He grinned
again, pulling my earlobe between his lips.
“I’ve got no patience left, and you’re not Yoda. Get in my vagina now, Italian.”
“As you wish, my little pixie.” He smiled a real smile that he’d hid all this time, before...moving away from me?
“What the hell?” I practically shrieked as he moved away, crouching on the floor.
“Condom,” was all he said, but it was all I needed to understand.
Because, oh yeah…
“Drawer, right there,” I pointed to it.
That seemed to be our thing, me pointing at things for him.
He lifted a condom from his pants anyway and ripped it open with his teeth as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over me.
“As much as I want to look at that beautiful face of yours, turn over.”
“What?” I laughed.
“It won’t hurt your piercing as much.”
“It’s healed. Promise.”
“It’s not.” He tilted his head at me, then let his eyes wander down me. “But ok.”
That fast he was pushing inside me.
Wow that felt weird...and awesome.
I gasped, my eyes closing at the friction he was already creating, his cock wedged so far inside me I felt like I might burst. Or orgasm. Or both.
Eyes rolling around in my head, my body began moving with his like I was made of gelatin. I felt dizzy and sated and eager and desperate, and ohhh yeah that hood piercing was good.
“You ok?” he asked, after a few more strokes. “How’re you doing?”
“I’d be better if you took this seriously and fucked me like a man,” I told him, then gasped at my own words.
He paused.
“What the hell did you just say to me?” Roman asked, his dick half inside me, a smirk growing on his face.
“I said,” I gulped. “Do me like a man.”
His smirk widened.
“It’s fucking on, babe.” He almost laughed, pulling out of me and pushing me over onto my belly. “Here I was trying to be gentle, give you a real experience. Trying to think of your comfort...”
He pulled my hips up, butt in the air.
“But ok,” he went on. “The game’s on. Guess the point is to see how many times I can make you scream my name before you kick me out.”
He thrust in, making me squeak at the pressure as he slammed into me, doggy-style.
I gulped in air, fighting back grunts and moans as he hit my g-spot with the rounded end of his piercing over and over, cresting me higher and higher.
He slowed in his thrusts, pausing for just a moment as I heard my side drawer open. Another rip of a condom, then moments later I felt his fingers on me, moving that hood ring around until I was gasping his name through my first orgasm.
“One,” he called, fingers already moving back over me to initiate the next.
By number three, I clenched around him, grateful for all the kegels I’d done over the years until he grunted and fell forward against my back.
“Not playing fair,” he mumbled as his hips started to jerk out of rhythm. “Ok, one more and I’ll give up.”
Like a good girl, I gave him one more scream, just like he asked for, calling ‘Italian’ for everyone to hear.
“That’s not my fucking name, babe. Try again.”
I grinned wickedly as I tried to catch my breath, but his fingers and metal studded cock sent me into another wave, cresting off the last like a tsunami.
Without one more thought, I breathed his name, calling ‘Rome’ over and over again until the pulsing heat eased and I could open my eyes again.
That same moment I felt him throb inside me, grunting and groaning as he came, chest still plastered to my back.
We stayed just like that for a full minute or two, pressed together, sweaty and panting.
“Was that more to your liking, my mischievous little pixie?” he asked finally, still breathless.
“It was better than that gentle lover thing you were trying to do.” I laughed.
He spanked my rear, the crack of his hand hitting my soft flesh echoing through the room.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I sighed, squeezing my thighs together again already.
He flopped over, back hitting the cool bedding and spread his arms.
That’s when I noticed the condom on the first two finger of his left hand.
Roman saw me look at it like it was a foreign object and held the hand up.
“To keep it clean.” He grinned at me. “See, I know tricks.”
I laughed, and laughed and laughed, my butt still in the air, just as he left me.
Getting rid of both condoms, he opened his arms to me and I finally moved, diving into his warmth again.
“C’mon. Let’s get your piercing and tattoo cleaned up, then put some lotion on.”
Standing up, he pulled my hand until I was following him into the bathroom.
Back into professional mode, he peeled back the tape and plastic wrap, then pointed me to the shower.
“Git.”
I grinned at him and did as he asked, getting into the shower and washing the tattoo off with gentle, unscented baby soap, following that up with the same soap between my legs.
After a minute, he slipped in too, pushing his body against mine again.
When I was done washing everything from the neck down, I slid out of the shower, much to his disappointment, then watched him wash his body off quickly, using my lavender shampoo in his hair.
“So this is that smell that I keep smelling,” he said to me, suds still on his face. “This and vanilla.”
Maybe he was just as enchanted with my smell as I was with his.
He stood there, the water sliding off him, making his skin shine under the bathroom lights as steam started fogging over the shower walls.
I didn’t know a man like him could exist. He was existentially the epitome of sexy, rugged, brutally magnetic and handsome. He had a gravity around him that pulled people in, and I was no exception. I was falling hard, like he was a black hole and I was the Enterprise.
The water shut off, tearing me out of my thoughts just as his perfect, naked body appeared.
Shock hit me all over again at the godlike quality of his body.
Droplets of water dripped down every ridge of muscle, his hair slicked back on his head and tattoos shining wet and proud all over his light skin.
“You have a towel or something?” he asked and I physically jumped.
“Uh, yeah!” I nodded, moving around to grab him a towel from the rack nearby.
“Thanks babe,” he said, taking it and rubbing it down his hair, quickly making his way down his entire body until he was glowing.
He caught me staring and smiled, that dark, sexy smirk that I was beginning to crave like a drug.
“Like what you see, pix?” he asked me, dropping the towel and moving toward me.
“Of course I do,” I quipped, not entirely sure where the sass was coming from. “I’m into dudes. I’m pretty sure all people into dudes would be into you. Hell, maybe even some straight dudes and lesbians, too.”
He laughed, throwing his head back before shaking it, looking at me like I was adorable.
“C’mon. Let’s get you taken care of.” He nodded toward the bed where I slid in, robe still on that I’d slipped into after my shower. “Not a chance, sexy. Get that thing off.”
I grinned, going along and stripping my robe off, lying naked on my back, my fresh tattoo, while still sore, felt good in the cool air of the room.
Roman came toward the bed, still naked as the day he was born with the small container of unscented baby lotion I’d bought after the last session we’d had.
Crawling onto the bed, he plopped onto his stomach and snapped open the lid.
“Try and remember to do this every night or every morning. It’ll keep it looking good and help it heal faster. And keep the bra off tomorrow if you can manage.”
“Wait, am I t
he hook up or the client right now?” I teased.
“Both.” He winked and went back to gently rubbing the cold lotion into my skin.
“Thanks.” I smiled at him when he finished, tossing the lotion bottle onto my night table.
“Mhmm...” He murmured, rolling over in bed.
He clutched his pillow and pulled up the sheets over his bare legs and butt.
“Give me like...fifteen, twenty minutes and we’ll see if we can beat the previous record.” He sighed, eyes closing.
Five. He'd have to beat five.
I’d never had so many orgasms during sex. Only my little vibrating buddy had ever cared to give me so many in one sitting.
Hell, my ex didn’t even care enough to give me one most of the time.
Glancing at the time, I noticed that it was far past three in the morning. I was exhausted, and as much as round two sounded amazing, I was way too tired.
“Maybe some of those brownies will help too,” he hummed, half asleep.
Oh SHIT!
I jumped out of bed and booked it to the kitchen, where smoke was appearing, wisping out of the oven.
The timer had gone off who knows how long ago, and they were literally black on the outside.
Grabbing some chocolate chips, I went back to my bedroom with my metaphorical tail between my legs.
“So, there won’t be any brownies,” I told him, crawling back onto the bed. “But I brought chocolate as a peace offering instead.”
He turned onto his back and tucked his arm under his head, looking at me through tired, slitted eyes.
“I think I’ll just be content with the company of the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe if I’m lucky she’ll let me crash a few hours before throwing my ass out of her house.”
I grinned down at him and took a moment to trace the lines on his chest, specifically the skull prominent beneath the perched crow.
“Just a few hours,” I told him, continuing the banter that was so incredibly unlike me.
He did it to me. He brought out the pixie in me, and I just wanted to live a little chaos. He made it possible.
Flipping over, he closed his eyes again and hugged my favorite pillow under his head.
