Roman (Raleigh Raptors 2)

“Goddamn, Teagan,” he said, lightly smacking my ass. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I smiled at him over my shoulder, my head spinning with love and power and need. My body buzzed with an electric current of mutual love and respect and desire. God, there was such a difference between giving physical pleasure from a source of love as opposed to someone demanding it, expecting it, from a source of entitlement.

Emotion clogged my throat at the thought, at that dark truth I hadn’t been able to face for the past three years. And I spun again, dropping to my knees before Roman. My eyes met his for a moment—a question flickering behind his as he looked down at me.

I showed him everything—my love, my appreciation for all that he’d done for me, and my apology for being blind for so damn long. His fingers tunneled through my hair, but I dropped my head and took him in my mouth.

His hips thrust upward, a hiss escaping his lips as I devoured him. As I relished the feel of him between my lips, the taste of him. I showed him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, how much I wanted him. How much I would always want him.

I moaned when his grip tightened in my hair, loving the effect I had on him, loving the way he growled as he hardened inside my mouth.

“Teagan, fuck,” his voice was rough.

I upped my pace, taking him as far as I could before pulling out all the way, my lips popping around his cock, only to dive right in and do it again.

“T,” he growled. “Baby, I’m going to come.”

I moaned my response, swirling my tongue around his head, sucking harder. Heat flooded my body at the way he growled, my eyes flickering up to his.

“Fuck!” He hissed, throwing his head back as he found his release inside my mouth. I took it, swallowed it down with a satisfied smile as I gently pulled him from my lips.

“Goddamn,” he said again, his breath ragged as he reached for me. He hauled me off my knees, and before I could blink, he’d switched our places. He tugged at my hips until my ass was at the edge of the seat, him on his knees before me. His fingers hooked in the lace covering me, and he slid it down and over my heels, tossing it behind him before he propped my legs over his shoulders. “My turn,” he said, the warmth from his breath hitting my center and sending warm chills over my skin.

“Roman!” I gasped as he set his mouth on me. My heels dug into his back as he licked me from slit to clit, devouring me like I was his favorite flavor in the whole world.

I gripped his hair with one hand and the back of the chair with the other, my body a coiled spring from all the teasing we’d done to each other.

“Delicious,” he growled against my sensitive flesh, teasing my clit with his tongue.

I arched against him, electricity gathering a building like a storm as he continued to tongue me.

“Roman,” I moaned when he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me with fast pumps as he sucked my clit into his mouth. “Omigod!” I screamed, my fingers fisting his dark hair as I flew apart, his tongue swirling and flicking me through the aftershocks.

My heart raced as he shifted beneath me, gently settling my heels on the floor on either side of him. He licked his lips, grinning up at me.

“Come here,” I said, scooting off the chair to settle him on it. No sooner had he sat than I straddled his lap, my back to his chest, my ass teasing his cock that was apparently ready for round two.

He trailed the tip of his tongue along my spine, and I reached between us, guiding his hard length to my slick entrance, and sank atop him to the hilt.

“Damn,” he hissed, his hands on my hips as I took control of the pace.

My mind spun, my breaths ragged as I rocked atop him, taking him in entirely only to pull out and do it all over again. I rode him until we were both trembling on the edge, until we were both slick with sweat. I took control, owning my pleasure and his with each raise of my hips, with each pass of our bodies as we crashed together over and over again.

“I love you,” I said through a broken moan as my body reached that sweet edge once again.

“I love you,” he said, his hand sliding around to play with my clit as I rocked above him.

His words, his touch, undid me. Sent me flying apart above him, shattering me into a thousand tiny pieces. He followed right behind me, spilling inside me with a sweet heat and a growl that made my bones melt.