by Jenika Snow
God, I’d never felt this way, never even thought it could be this intense when I envisioned being with Kennedy. It was so much more.
With each passing second, I didn’t give her slow and intimate, but fast and hard. That’s all I could do right now, all I could give either of us.
“I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my dick until we both go over the edge, Kennedy.” I reached between us and pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing it back and forth. With my cock deep in her pussy, and my thumb on her clit, my breathing came in short pants.
I slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until I knew she was going to get off, but right when I sensed she’d come for me, when her breathing increased and her pupils dilated, I slowed my motions.
“I knew you’d feel this good. I dreamed about it, fantasized about it … jerked off to the image of it more times than I can count.”
I couldn’t control myself. I started thrusting like a madman now.
In and out, faster and harder.
I got lost in the sensation, in the power that filled me by being with her.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out, and I felt her inner muscles clench around my shaft.
I kept thrusting until I knew her pleasure was dissipating.
I wanted to come, wanted to explode deep inside of her, but instead, I pulled out of her. A gasp left her, and she stared at me wide-eyed.
“Why’d you stop? Why’d you pull out?”
There was nothing I could say, so instead of saying anything, I held on to her waist with both of my hands, turned away from the wall, and started striding to the bedroom. I needed her surrounded by my things now.
I just needed her.
Chapter Fourteen
Kennedy
Roman had me on the bed a second later, the sheets smelling like him, intoxicating me, causing my heart to race and my breath to come out in short pants.
This was really happening.
Roman covered my body with his and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I heard him inhale deeply and couldn’t stop myself from closing my eyes.
“You smell so good.” He ran his tongue up the length of my throat and goosebumps popped out along my flesh. “Taste so good.” Roman pulled back and instantly claimed my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth, drawing a gasp from me.
“God,” I breathed out, feeling lightheaded from the way he made me feel. He continued to kiss me, and then moved his mouth down my neck to lick at my pulse that beat frantically right below my ear.
“How does that feel?” he whispered.
“Incredible,” I responded immediately.
He groaned, and the vibrations on my throat went right to my clit. A gasp left me, followed by a sexual moan.
“Say that again.” He cupped one of my breasts, and I gripped the sheets, pulling at the fabric, trying to stabilize myself. Roman was nestled between my thighs, his dick so hard as it pressed against my pussy. He thrust gently against me, his erection sliding up and down my slit.
“It feels incredible,” I managed to groan out. I stared at the ceiling as he started to lick and suck at my nipple. The room spun from my arousal, the hint of my buzz seeming to intensify the entire experience.
He tweaked the stiff peak he wasn’t sucking on with his forefinger and thumb, rolling it between the digits, making the blood rush to the surface. It felt so good, he felt so good, and he knew just the right place to touch me that lit me up faster than pouring gasoline on an open fire.
There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t toned, ripped, and defined. He was wholly male, and I had never felt more out of control than I did right now.
A low rumble left him, and he flattened his tongue at the base of my throat and dragged it up slowly.
When he leaned back, I opened my eyes and stared at him.
“You see what you do to me?”
I lowered my gaze to travel down his defined abdomen and stopped when I saw his hard cock. I opened my mouth but didn’t know if I’d actually say something. But before any words came out, Roman had his upper body pressed back on mine and started thrusting a little faster against me, my pussy lips hugging his length, and the tip of his dick sliding along my clit every time he thrust up.
He had his mouth back on mine, kissing, licking, sucking me until I felt feverish. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. He did this repeatedly while continuing to press against me, over and over again until I was mindless with need.
Spreading my legs even wider so he could settle his hips between them, I felt the air leave me when all of his weight pressed me into the bed. Seconds later, he braced himself on his forearms by my head and lifted his upper body partially up. He never took his gaze from me.
He shifted so our bellies weren’t touching anymore and looked down the length of my body. And then he reached between our bodies and cupped my pussy, using his fingers to part my folds. A soft sound of need left me.
“I want to lick your pussy, baby. I want to lick you until you come all over my face,” he murmured.
He started moving his fingers up and down my pussy, parting my lips and brushing against my clit. I was burning alive, and there was no escape. He leaned forward and trailed his lips down my body and stopped when he got between my thighs. His warm breath brushed along my cleft, and even though I should have felt some semblance of self-consciousness that his face was so close to that part of me, I felt nothing but unrestrained desire.
“God. Roman. Yes.” Neck arching, hands fisting into the sheets, and the breath leaving me violently, I tried to control myself. It was no use though.
When he ran the tip of his tongue along the opening of my pussy, a tremor worked its way through me. He ran his tongue up my cleft, circled my clit until I was thrashing my head back and forth, and dragged the muscle back down to the opening where he slowly penetrated me.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste like this,” Roman murmured against my soaked flesh. He took his thumbs, pulled my lips apart, and started to devour me in rapid, long licks. His grunts sent vibrations right to my clit, having me on the precipice of climaxing. I was close to coming again. I tensed, trying to hold off because I didn’t want this to end.
“You’re mine.” He grunted those words out.
I reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both of my hands, pulling on the short strands.
“God, yes,” I moaned. I said those two words over and over again, like a mantra.
“Come for me. Let go. Don’t fight it.” And then he attacked my pussy even harder. He groaned and pulled away an inch, causing me to gasp. “I want you to come so fucking bad, Kennedy.”
He didn’t even need to be eating me out to get me off. He just needed to breathe in my direction and I was turned on, ready to explode.
And then I was undone.
I continued tugging on the short, silky strands of his hair as my climax tore through me. Roman never once stopped licking and sucking at me. And when he added a thick finger into my already clenching body right as I was about to come, I didn’t stop from crying out.
My orgasm felt never-ending, soul searing, breath stealing. It seemed to go on forever, and only when I became too sensitive, only when I pushed Roman away did I catch my breath.
When the tremors left me all I could do was lie there, trying to come back to reality. He removed his finger from my still clenching pussy, moved up my body, and kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine and the flavor of me, of what he’d just been doing, mixed with everything that was Roman.
His erection was thick and long, hard and prodding right between my thighs. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly, trying to get him to fuck me again, to slide in deep, to claim me. But I felt firm fingers grip my chin. I opened my eyes, staring into his, my lips parted, his mouth so close to mine.
He took his other hand and moved it between our bodies, taking hold of his huge length,
and positioned himself right at my center. The thick head of his cock breached my opening, causing my mouth to part, my eyes to widen. God, he was so big.
“Kennedy.” He rested his forehead against mine and breathed out roughly. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I didn’t even hesitate to lift my legs and hook them around his lean waist. He didn’t tease me anymore, just pushed himself into me fluidly. I moaned at the feel of him, my body sliding up an inch on the bed.
A mask of ecstasy washed over his face. “So good, Kennedy. So. Fucking. Good.”
“Roman, don’t stop.”
“I’ll never fucking stop.” He started kissing me at the same time he started to pull out of my body. When the tip was lodged in my entrance, he shoved back in.
My back arched on its own, my breasts pressing to his chest.
“I don’t think you’ll ever know how good you feel to me, how good it feels to be inside of you.” Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, Roman started slowly thrusting in and out of me, increasing his speed with every passing second.
His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut and his jaw clenched. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you, how I want to touch you, kiss you … how I want to really fuck you.” He shoved deep inside of me. His hands were on the mattress beside my head now, and I could see out of my peripheral that he tugged at the material almost violently. He dipped his head and ran the tip of his nose along my ear. I shivered in response.
“I want it all, Roman.”
He breathed out harshly, his balls slapping the crease of my ass as he pushed into me harder with each passing second.
He pulled out and thrust into me again, and a cry of pleasure left me, a sound unable to be controlled no matter how hard I tried to stop it. But why try and tame the inevitable? Roman slipped his hand behind my head, gripped a chunk of my hair, tilted my head back, and had his mouth at the side of my neck, gently biting my flesh.
“So fucking good. Fuck, so damn good, Kennedy.”
Another hard push into me and I was forced to tighten my fingers on his massive biceps and hold on.
All I wanted to feel was nothing but mind-altering pleasure, a pleasure that would cancel out the fact this could all end so badly.
I braced my feet on the mattress and lifted my hips in time with his powerful pumping.
“Damn, baby.” He started moving faster, and right when I would have gotten off, he pulled out.
For a moment I was speechless, a little angry he’d stopped. Had he really just backed off when we were so close, when the precipice of finding that complete bliss was at our fingertips?
“Roman. Please. More,” I begged unabashedly. I lifted my head to stare at him. His erection was stiff and pointing straight at me. The thickness of his cock had my throat tightening. He was huge.
He gripped the root of his dick, breathed out heavily, and stared at my pussy.
And then I was flipped over before I knew what was happening.
“On your hands and knees, Kennedy.” Roman sounded so gruff, so tense.
I braced my hands and knees on the mattress, my ass in the air, the feel of his gaze on me almost like fingers caressing my body. I glanced over my shoulder when several seconds passed and he wasn’t back in me. I watched in rapt awe as he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth as he stared at my ass. It was like he was starving … for me.
He moved closer, so close that his body heat made me feel like a fire surrounded us, like we’d combust.
He looked at me, our gazes holding, clashing together.
“So good,” he murmured to himself.
I licked my lips and nodded even though he hadn’t asked me anything.
He placed the tip of his dick at the opening of my pussy, but he didn’t push in right away. Roman gripped my waist, groaned deeply, and then after a prolonged second finally pushed back into me slow and easy.
He continuously pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed but making sure to fill me completely and thoroughly. I felt my nipples harden almost painfully, but I wanted that discomfort because it heightened how I felt.
I stared at him over my shoulder, watched as his throat worked when he swallowed, his focus trained where our bodies were connected. He looked so focused, as if he were holding back.
He was nearly out of my body, the tip of his cock poised right at the entrance of my pussy, and then he slammed into me so much harder than before. Roman curled his fingers into my flesh and shoved back into me hard again.
Over and over he did this, rocking us, bringing us to ecstasy.
“Roman. Oh, God.” I closed my eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through me. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on me as he pounded into my already deliciously sore pussy. I was so close to getting off again.
And then Roman reached lower until he could rub my clit with his finger.
He had the swollen bundle of tissues between his finger and thumb and pinched hard enough that my eyes watered and my orgasm crashed into me. I bit my lip to hold off from crying out for more. The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled my mouth, the pleasure so intense stars danced in front of my vision.
My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of our damp skin slapping together filled the room. He grunted like some kind of feral animal, and all that did was turn me on even more. With one deep-rooted groan, he buried the full length of his shaft inside of me and came.
“Kennedy.” He moaned my name and I felt my pleasure crest inside of me once more.
When both of us relaxed, he covered my back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along my nape, and his sweat-slicked skin pressing to mine.
We fell to the side at the same time, and Roman immediately curled his arms around me and brought me back to his solid chest. All I wanted to do was sleep, to not worry about what I’d just done and how this might impact our lives.
Because I knew as soon as morning came, as soon as our families found out what was going on between us—how I wouldn’t let Roman go—shit would hit the fan.
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
I knew I’d wake her up, but I couldn’t help myself. I inhaled deeply, her hair smelling so damn good. I watched as her eyes slowly opened, as she looked out the window and saw it was still dark out. She’d fallen asleep for only about an hour, but God, I wished it was all night.
I wanted her in my bed always.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I murdered against the shell of her ear and smiled, closing my eyes again and just wanting to curl against her and have her sleep beside me. We were silent for long seconds, and I wondered what she was thinking about.
“Did you mean what you said?” she asked softly. “About me being yours and no one standing in your way?” She shifted slightly so she could look into my face.
“I’ve never meant anything more than what I said to you last night.”
She sifted slightly, and I was worried she was trying to get up. I wrapped my arm around her middle and kept her close. “You feel too good next to me for me to let you up.”
She chuckled softly. “So, awkward question, especially after … everything, but can I use your bathroom?” she asked softly, as if she were unsure what I would say.
I smiled. “You don’t have to ask for anything. What’s mine is yours.” I loved the way she got a little embarrassed about that. She looked away, this small smile playing on her lips. She grabbed her glasses, which were on the bedside table, slipped them on, and fuck, seeing her in nothing but those turned me the fuck on all over again.
For a moment she didn’t move, and I watched how her expression sobered. It was clear she was going to say something deep. I sat up, giving her my full attention. Finally, she looked over her shoulder at me. “Are you afraid to tell our family about us?”
I shook my head instantly. “
No fucking way.” I reached out and smoothed my fingers down her arm. “But I admit we’ll have to probably tread lightly at first.”
She nodded and licked her lips. I hated that she was nervous. “I should go, though.”
I wanted to tell her to stay, to sleep beside me and let me hold her, but I knew her father would go ape shit if she wasn’t home. “I know, baby.” She smiled and looked away, my words embarrassing her.
“About using that bathroom,” she said, and I chuckled.
I reluctantly let her go and watched as she wrapped a blanket around herself and headed into the bathroom. I thought it cute that she hid herself from me given what we’d done last night.
For a second, I just sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the memories of what we’d done. Those images would forever be engrained in my mind, but they wouldn’t be the only ones. I’d claimed Kennedy and I wasn’t letting her go. I looked at the pillow, where her hair had been fanned out on, her scent covering it.
I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and taking hold of it, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply as I closed my eyes. God, she smelled so good. I didn’t want to ever wash these fucking sheets. I wanted to keep her scent on them forever, a constant reminder of what we’d done together.
I hoped she knew that she was mine, that I couldn’t walk away from her no matter what.
When she came back out a few minutes later, I reached out and pulled her down toward me. I knew she had to go, but I wanted her close. “Let me just hold you for a little bit longer.” She leaned back against me and I rested my chin on the top of her head, staring straight ahead and knowing we’d have our work cut out for us when this finally came out.
I wanted to wake up next to her very morning, to feel her warm, naked body pressed against mine. I wanted to burrow my face in her long dark hair, inhale the sweet, floral scent of it. And I wanted to take her again, to part her thighs and move between them, sliding my dick deep into her warmth.
