Page 76 of Rebound
“Baby, do you have your fingers in that sweet pussy right now? Are you using me to get off?”
My pussy is soaking wet when I slide two fingers inside, pressing the heel of my palm over my clit. My hips tilt up at the sensation as I clench around my fingers.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“I don’t think it sounds bad at all.” I hear a clinking sound on his end and Roman’s groan fills the line. My pussy pulses.
“Roman,” I whimper.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name when you’re fucking that delicious pussy. I can’t wait to taste it. Make you come on my tongue over and over again until you’re exhausted. Would you like that?” He moans. “Of course, you’re so fucking horny for it. Isn’t that why you’re fucking yourself right now?”
My room fills with the obscene sound of wetness, but I can’t help it as I fuck myself with my fingers. I want to come, pressure building in my lower belly as I grind the heel of my palm on my clit.
His groan reverberates down the line and I can hear sticky noises as he works himself over for me. What does he look like when he’s got his cock in his hand? I clench around my fingers, imagining it’s him thrusting into me.
“I wish I could see you, taste you,” I moan. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Don’t worry, baby. You will. I bet your pussy is as perfect as the rest of you. Are you going to strangle my cock, Blossom? And those tits. My mouth is watering thinking about sucking on those perfect tits.”
My lower body twists and I squeeze my hand between my legs as I circle two fingers over my clit. My body clenches, aching for something harder than my fingers. With my other hand, I grip my breasts, twisting my nipples.
“Roman,” I sob.
“Ssshh, baby. You’ll have my cock soon. I promise.” The edge to his voice tells me he means to keep that promise. A part of me knows we’re in dangerous territory, and yet, I can’t stop myself from wanting him.
I’m not sure I want to stop. The way Roman wants me is something I’ve never experienced before and it’s a feeling thatleaves me lightheaded. It might look different in the light of day, but under the shadow of night, I can pretend it's right.
“I’m close.”
“Me too, baby. Come with me.”
His harsh breathing fills the line, and I close my eyes, picturing him with his hand wrapped around his cock. Is he rough and fast? Or does he like it slow and teasing, edging himself to madness? The images are all I need, and I come with a soft cry, my vision darkening and my body pulling taut as my pussy pulses with my orgasm.
“Fuck, Lavinia,” Roman groans loudly and I know he’s coming, painting his hand with his release.
Our breathing fills the line for long minutes and then I hear the sound of running water. I suddenly feel shy, my cheeks heating as I pull the blanket over my head.
Roman makes me feel like a different person, not in a way like he wants to change me. More like who I am is enough, so I don’t need to pretend to be perfect. I can explore with him, and he’ll never judge me.
“I’ll be back in two days.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
Roman chuckles. “It’s an I can’t believe there’s still two more days before I see you again.”
I put him on hold to go clean up and change my panties. When I get back in bed, I put him on speaker and put my phone next to my pillow. I fall asleep listening to Roman’s replay of their game, my body sated.
TWENTY-FIVE
ROMAN
It’s been a minute since I’ve been punched. Literally, a minute, or maybe less. I straighten from where I fell back against the wall of the locker room and Drew is there again, his fist pulled back. Ford and Holden pull him back as I raise a hand to my mouth. It comes away red.
“Is this really necessary?”
“You married my sister!” Drew shouts.
“It’s not like I kidnapped her,” I say.
