Page 53 of Rebound
“Sounds exhausting. How do you get anything done?”
“What makes you think I want to do anything other than think about you?” I see a flash of smile before his lips meet mine again.
Ugh, why does he insist on turning me into a puddle? My panties can’t get any wetter. Roman’s leg is thoughtlessly pressed between both of mine and it’s taking everything I have not to rock against him.
“I honestly haven’t thought about our kiss,” I say breathlessly.
He laughs into the kiss, the sound causing tingles along my spine. “You lie so sweetly.”
Roman’s mouth leaves mine, pressing soft, small kisses along my neck. He pauses to suck on the spot beneath my ear which has me a whimpering mess in his arms.
“I’m not,” I gasp. “I’m not lying. I haven’t thought about our kiss at all.”
I can’t let him win, I can’t. He can’t ever know that I’ve fantasized about our kiss, about him lifting up my skirts and bending me over his bike and making me come. My vibrator’s gotten more of a workout these past months than ever.
Pausing, he licks the spot where the neckline of my dress rests over my cleavage. “Is that why you’re riding my thigh? Why you’re soaking my pants? Because you haven’t thought about me at all?”
It’s only when he says it that I realize I’ve been moving my hips in small, shifting motions, grinding my pussy on his thigh. My face flames with embarrassment and my body tries to lock up. Roman’s hands grip my hips, shifting them forward hard and I gasp at the friction against my clit.
He leans back slightly to look between us, and I follow his gaze. It’s obscene, the way my dress is riding up my legs and his thigh is shoved between them.
“You can take whatever you want from me, Blossom,” he says, voice low. “I’ll never say no. You want to come on my thigh in public, you can do it.”
“I shouldn’t…” Yet, I can’t stop. His thigh provides the perfect friction against my clit and each shift forward sends delicious sensations through my body. I grip Roman’s biceps to keep myself steady.
“You should. I fucking want you to use me to get off, baby.” Placing soft kisses on my lips, he leans back again, letting his eyes rake over me, heating my body up even more. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now, taking exactly what you want.”
I can hear people talking on the other side of the wall, music filtering through. We’re not exactly hidden. Someone only has to lose their way to the restrooms, and they’d stumble upon us. And for some reason, that only makes me hotter.
“Roman.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot, I can feel the heat of your pussy through my pants.” His hand lowers, gripping one of my thighs, the other snakes around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush together. Roman licks at the seam of my lips.
“You can’t imagine how much I want to taste you right now. Drop down to my knees on this filthy fucking floor and bury my face in your beautiful cunt and make you come over and over again until you’re a whimpering mess.”
I’m about to be a moaning, whimpering mess right now. My belly tightens, my movements growing jerky and more needy. I can picture him on his knees for me. His thigh is rock hard and perfect between my legs. God, I’m going to come from riding histhigh. In public. Roman is watching me with hooded eyes, the expression in them absolutely enthralled.
As if I’m not already so far gone I can’t see sense, Roman wraps one hand around my throat, pulling me closer to him. I’m completely trapped by his body and something about that lights up my brain in the best way.
“You’re so needy,” he whispers on my mouth. “I love the sounds you make. Are you going to be this needy when I fuck you? Je parie que tu serreras ma bite tellement fort, comme si tu ne voulais jamais la laisser s’échapper. Tu me désires déjà tellement, et je ne t’ai même pas encore baisée. Tu es à moi, si parfaite. Ma petite étoile.”
“Are you serious?” I cry out. As if I’m not about to come all over his thigh already. “You don’t have to talk dirty in French. You have a very nice thigh and I’m fully planning on coming on it.”
He has the audacity to laugh. “Come on my thigh, Lavinia. Let me see what you look like when I make you come for the first of many, many times.”
I grip his arm tighter, my body arching as I grind harder.
“Roman!”
My body lights up, pussy clenching on nothing as I come. I squeeze my eyes shut, my head falling back against the wall as sparks shoot behind my eyelids. I’m a shuddering mess, so sensitive I whimper a little when Roman moves.
When my breathing calms down, I open my eyes and see Roman looking at me with a strange look on his face. I’m immediately self-conscious and want to pull in on myself. I can’t believe I rode my brother’s teammate’s thigh until I orgasmed all over him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Roman brushes his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. “I’ve travelled the world, seen monuments and artwhich has mesmerized people for centuries.” He looks away from my mouth and his eyes meet mine. “Nothing compares to watching you come apart in my arms, the beautiful sounds you made, the way these kiss bruised lips said my name.”
My cheeks heat with a blush and I duck my head. Roman chuckles lightly, tucking two fingers under my chin as he tilts my head and places soft kisses on my lips. “Do you want to clean up?”
