Page 46 of Stick Fight

One hand runs along my inner thigh and I whimper. My breath is coming so fast, I’m sure I’m going to pass out. “Roman, please.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to give you everything you need, but I have to taste you first.”

“God, yes.”

He gives my shoulders a little nudge, guiding me down. He grabs a pillow and tucks it behind my head before going back between my legs. He spreads me wider. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” he murmurs and parts me with his fingers. “So hot, wet and pink,” he adds, and there’s a shakiness to his voice. I kind of love that he’s not as in control as he’s pretending to be, but I also like how he’s taking control. I’m not even sure that makes sense but how am I supposed to think with any sort of clarity when he’s sliding inside me. “This what you need?”

I don’t answer with words, instead I ripple around him and grip the bedding. I’m so close it’s insane and that seems to please him.

“Oh yeah, I think it’s exactly what you need.” His breath washes over me. “And maybe this.” I lift my head just as he buries his mouth between my legs. A second finger joins the first as he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking so hard and deep, my entire body practically levitates.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, as I tighten around him. “Baby, I’m sorry you had to wait all night for this.”

He moves his fingers in and out, my dampness making it so easy to slide. With the soft blade of his tongue, he laps at my clit, long strokes that become more focused and sharp as I begin to pant.

“I won’t ever make you wait again.”

With that, I let go and my liquid pleasure pours from my trembling body. His growl mingles with my moans as I lift slightly, wanting to see everything he’s doing to me as I pulse and clench and completely come undone under his expert care.

“Roman,” I cry out, my body convulsing as he keeps his fingers inside me, his tongue circling my sensitized clit, but never touching. God, he is so good at this. I wasn’t having sex before, obviously. I was just going through the motions, and now that I’ve had this—him—I can never go back to… well, whatever that was that my ex and I were doing.

My body slowly comes back to earth, as the spasms slow. He pulls his fingers from my body, and gives me one last lick, a slow drag of his tongue over my sex. “You taste incredible,” he murmurs before crawling up my body. His lips find mine for a deep thorough kiss and a moment later, he pushes to his feet.

My eyes never leave his body as he quickly sheds his clothes. He opens his nightstand, and pulls out a condom. While his grin is full of heat, it’s also playful. “I put this in there earlier.”

“Prepared,” I murmur as I move to the center of the bed, my legs still spread in welcome. “I like that.”

He removes the condom from the foil and rolls it down the length of his beautiful, hard cock. The bed dips as he climbs back on, and positions himself over me. Dark eyes latch on mine and my heart thuds as I take in the tenderness in his eyes.

“Baby, are you ready for me?” he asks, the heat in his voice, the need in his eyes washing over me like a powerful tsunami as the tip of his cock toys with my entrance. As he waits for an answer, my brain stalls, because the answer is both yes and no.

I want this, yes, and while he came to this room prepared, I’m not sure I was, or ever will be ready for this man. He hesitates for a brief second, but the second I lift my hips and his cock presses inside, he groans, grips my shoulders and slides inside.

Once he’s seated deep, he buries his face in my neck, and exhales my name. “Gabby.” His fingers graze my body, like he’s memorizing every angle. Like he’s afraid to let go. “Gabby,” he whispers again, everything in the soft way he says my name tugging at something inside me.

“Roman,” I murmur as he pulls out only to completely fill me again, touching places so deep, so devastatingly intimate, I almost forget?—

This is just sex.

For physical pleasure.

It has to be.

Because even though it feels like more, this is Vegas, the city of illusions, and Roman—Romeo—is simply my rebound with benefits and his touch is nothing more.

Right?

13

Roman

“This is it,” I say as we pull up in front of my building. Gabby leans over in the Uber, her gaze trailing up the towering building, her fingers curling into the hem of her sweater. There’s a quiet hesitation about her as she takes it all in, like she’s not sure she belongs. The driver grabs our bags from the back, not that we have much and really, she has nothing other than what she packed for her wedding.

With my jacket over her shoulders, she steps a bit closer to me as we walk to the entrance. Everett, the elderly doorman, straightens when he sees me. “Welcome home, Roman.”

“Thanks. Good to be home. Everett, this is Gabby. She’s going to be staying with me for a while. I’ll be giving her a key.”

Everett nods, his gaze flicking over Gabby in a quiet assessment. There’s a look of approval about him and I get it, she’s different from the other girls I’ve brought home with me. “Nice to meet you, Gabby,” he says with a curt nod and opens the door. “If you need anything, be sure to reach out.”

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