“Yeah, thanks,” I said, narrowing my eyes. I had no intention of partying too hard tonight. Or at least I hadn’t, until he’d suddenly shown an interest. “See you later, Roman.” I hung up before he could respond.
I looked around the bar, wondering what I was going to do now. After only a couple of drinks, my mind was still coherent enough for me to be nervous about being out in public . . . alone.
What if Ivan was here, watching me? He’d followed me once—what if he did it again? I shuddered, the thought making me want to hurl. Calling the barman over, I ordered a shot of whisky, and a vodka and raspberry.
“What?” I said as he raised an eyebrow. My reaction was defensive, but I couldn’t help it—I was over feeling judged. He shook his head and poured my drinks, sliding them across the bar to me. Handing over the cash, I downed the shot, followed quickly by the mixer.
I slouched down into my seat, waiting for the buzz to kick in. Instead of the usual high, I found myself feeling angry, and more frustrated. I stumbled outside and waited for the cab I’d ordered a few minutes before to arrive. Why was I so angry with Roman all of a sudden? Sure, I’d been looking forward to seeing him—that was the whole reason I’d come here—but the anger was misplaced. He got under my skin, and that scared me.
He makes me feel vulnerable, and I can’t handle that right now.
The cab pulled up and I climbed in, muttering my address. I stared out the window, trying to sort out what I was feeling.
“Why am I such a mess?” I mumbled to myself. Here I was lusting after a guy who I couldn’t handle touching me unless I was half sloshed, but at the same time needing the rush that sex on my own terms gave me.
The driver pulled up outside my house, right next to an all too familiar black Porsche 911. Sighing, I threw a fifty at the driver and climbed out.
“Again?” I said, shutting the door of the cab. Roman smiled and walked toward me. “What do you want now?” I asked testily as I swiped the gate, still angry at the way he had gotten under my skin during our phone call.
“To see you.” He came up behind me, his fingers moving aside my hair. I breathed in sharply as his lips brushed past my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck stood erect, aroused by his touch.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled, spinning around. His arms crept around my waist as he pulled me to him, his lips finding their way to mine. His lips tasted of whiskey, and I wondered how much he’d been drinking.
His lips pressed against mine as he pushed me against his car, his hands exploring my body. My head spun as his fingers ran up my thigh, looping around the skimpy fabric of my panties.
“Is this okay?” he muttered breathlessly in my ear, lifting me onto his hips as he worked my panties down.
“Yes,” I whispered, kissing him as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He sat me down on the hood of his car, flinging my panties down over my knees and onto the stone driveway.
I groaned, my hands over his, guiding them under my dress and over my breasts. His fingers tweaked my nipples. Pressing his fingers against my breasts, I kissed him, hard.
Reaching down, I fiddled with the button of his pants, finally freeing his hard cock. Squeezing it, I pressed my lips against his, while slowly dragging my hand up the length of his shaft.
“You’ve got a strong grip there,” he chuckled softly. He moved onto his knees, my hold on him releasing as he pushed me down until I lay flat against the car. I sighed as his hand ran over the top of my scrunched up dress, resting on my right breast.
“Fuck…” I trembled as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
"Part your thighs for me," he said, his other hand trailing up my inner leg. Shivers raced down my spine as I spread my legs. He kissed the inside of my thighs, leading up to the crease of my legs. I touched his hair, my fingernails exploring his scalp as he moved closer to my lips.
"Ohh." My body jolted as his tongue moved swiftly along my opening. With a single finger, he held aside my thong as his tongue continued to tease me. My hands gripped his hair as he thrust his tongue deep inside me, his finger massaging my sweet spot.
His talent was magical. My hold on his hair tightened, desperate to get that tongue as deep inside me as possible. At that point I didn't care if he suffocated; the only thing on my mind was the climax that was rising inside me.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" I whispered, swinging my legs around his neck. He thrust a finger inside me while his tongue slowly licked me up and down. The combination of the two was driving me insane. "Please, oh please," I whimpered, my back arching. I reached up and fumbled with my nipples, rolling them between the tips of my fingers, the sensation pushing me over the edge.
Pleasure rippled through me. I bucked my hips into his face, needing more of him. All of him. I groaned as he danced along the fine line of ecstasy and pain, pushing him away when it all became too much.
“That was . . . wow.” It was all I could manage as I straightened my dress.
He smiled at me, still leaning against the car.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked. He nodded, and followed me over to the open gate.
We walked up the path together wordlessly. What was he thinking? Because all I could think about was how amazing he had felt inside me. We reached the door. I unlocked it and let it swing open. He walked inside, with me right behind him.
“Do you, uh, want a drink?”
God, I was nervous. Why did this guy make me feel so damn nervous? Most people I could look at their expressions and get some idea of what they were thinking. Roman? No fucking idea. He gave nothing away, and when I asked, he told me as little as possible.