Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,66
come in this very room, imagining your hands on my cock? Your tongue in my mouth?”
She’d been my ultimate fantasy—still was, and I’d somehow managed to get her.
A wicked smile curved her beautiful lips. “Really?” She bowed her back and slipped her hand between our bodies, wrapping her fingers around my erection through the barrier of my pants. “Allow me to make that a reality.”
She squeezed lightly, and my knees nearly buckled.
I took her wrist in hand, pulling the temptation of her fingers from my body, and pinned it above her head. “Play nice.”
She pouted. “I thought I was being very nice. Or would you rather have my mouth wrapped around you?” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
Holy fucking shit. I knew what that tongue felt like swirling over my tip, sucking on the head of my cock. My heart thundered at the memory.
“I would kill to feel those lips wrapped around my cock,” I whispered, grazing over her mouth with mine.
“Roman,” she groaned.
“But I’d rather have my face between your thighs, eating up that sweet little pussy for dessert.” My mouth watered just thinking about her taste.
She sucked in a breath. “That mouth of yours…”
“You love my mouth.”
“Not when I can’t have it!”
I glanced at the door and lamented the lack of a lock. There had never been locks on the doors at this house. “Who said you can’t have it?”
Her eyes widened as I carried her to the door, then set her down on her feet. Thank God she was wearing ballet flats, because I’d need her to keep her balance. I flicked open the button on her jeans, then unzipped, finding a scrap of silver lace underneath.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her breaths choppy and uneven.
I slipped my fingers past the lace of her thong and found her already dripping wet. “God, you drive me wild.” I thrust two fingers into her tight sheath and covered her mouth with my hand as she moaned. “Shhhh, you know these walls are paper-thin, so if you want my mouth, you’d better keep yours quiet.”
I moved down her body, peeled her jeans and thong along the smooth skin of her thighs, then widened her stance as far as I could with her pants around her knees. Then I had my dessert.
She was sweeter than pie, more satisfying than any meal I could have ever devoured, and I ate at her with quick flicks of my tongue, sucking her clit between my lips as I thrust into her with my fingers.
“Oh my God!” She squeaked, fisting her hands in my hair. “Stop. Stop!”
I froze. Those were words I never pushed past or even tip-toed near. My fingers slid free, and I sat back on my heels.
“Get up here,” she demanded, yanking on my hair for effect.
I stood but swallowed any questions I had. If she wanted to stop, we stopped. It was that simple.
“I’m not going to be the only one with my pants down if we get caught,” she whispered, kissing me deep and sucking her own taste off my tongue.
She undid my jeans and shoved them down my thighs, taking my boxer briefs, too. Then she gave me a wicked smile and leaned over the desk I’d used for my homework as a teenager. She braced herself on her elbows then looked back over her shoulder at me with glazed eyes. “You’d better make it fast, Padilla.”
“That’s something you’ve never requested.” My cock throbbed at the sight of her there, her legs barely open, clothed everywhere but at her hips and thighs.
“Fuck me before someone finds us,” she demanded.
I braced one hand on the door to keep it shut—just in case, and used the other to guide my cock to her entrance. I sank into her in one long thrust, and we both groaned.
“I love you,” I said, my voice harsh as thrust again, hitting her deep.
“I know,” she responded with a smirk, rising enough for me to bend and kiss her.
Pleasure barreled up my spine as I took her hard, moving the desk at one point before I softened my blows—much to her disappointment. Her pussy gripped me tight, and as her body tensed, her muscles fluttering around me, I released her hip and stroked her clit to push her over.
I had to release the door to cover her mouth as she came.
I buried my face in her neck to mute my own cry as she pulled me over with her.