Nothing says late-night snack, when you’re the snack.
We left Kate’s house and made our way back to mine. Hunter put on a movie and Roman lingered beside me, everywhere I went. Like he’s worried if he can’t see me, something will happen.
Considering how often he does that, I’m starting to take it seriously. Those guys who beat him up and hit me with their car…I think that’s who he’s referring to when he says he can’t be with me. To keep me safe. But when he’s with me, he watches me like a hawk, and that’s not healthy either.
I met some of the “Sons of Death MC” at Damon’s funeral, and I have to say, they’re really good guys. Pinkie is a crack up. I know they have Roman’s best interests at heart, and they only want the best for him.
They’re a little intimidating and scary…but in a hot, bad boy way. I can see the appeal—to join and for the ladies who chase them.
But I don’t need one. I have my own bad boy. He just needs time before I can officially call him mine.
I’m making popcorn and grab the bowl out the cabinet. I feel Hunter press up behind me, his hand wrapping around my belly, and his fingers dancing under my tee on my bare skin. I press back into him and look up. He grins before he spinning me and walking me backward until my ass hits the counter.
“You’re happy tonight,” he says, and I smile.
I am happy. He winks as he grips under my ass and lifts me onto the counter, pushing my legs apart and standing between them.
Hunter reaches up to my hair tie—my hair is in a messy bun—and pulls it free. I shake it out so that it flutters around my cheeks.
“I love your hair down.”
I raise a brow. As though I didn’t already know that. He’s forever touching my hair.
He grabs my chin and captures my mouth with his. My back arches into him. I want to feel him against me. We haven’t done more than kiss in weeks; it’s all been too much to think about more. But I want my life back. I want us all to start again. I need him, and I want Roman.
Tonight, I want it all.
He breaks the kiss and looks over to Roman, who’s now left the couch and is watching us. I don’t know how he’ll react to this. He’s watched me and Hunter kiss. But this…what I’m planning on doing…is a lot more then kissing Hunter.
I reach out to Roman, and Hunter steps away from me, giving Roman room if he wants to come and kiss me. But also giving him the option to walk away. I would never push him to do something he doesn’t want to.
He takes a step forward, and I can’t stop the smile crossing my face. Stopping, he looks to Hunter then me.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” I tell him. “You can watch us, or we can leave the room. You’re in control here, Roman. This is new to all of us, but it’s up to you how far you want to take it. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
I want him to know that. No matter what he chooses, I’m still here.
He nods, and Hunter pulls me from the counter and spins me so he’s at my back and Roman is facing me.
Roman pushes his hair back, watching as Hunter lifts the hem of my sleep tee. It’s loose and baggy, and I’m not wearing anything else under there.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Roman?” Hunter’s voice is deep as he lifts the tee over my head, and I’m standing there, topless, as he cups one of my breasts.
I push my ass into Hunter. I’m needy and want to be touched. I can feel his cock, hard against my ass, and I rub against it. He moans in my ear and plucks at my nipple.
“You want to play with her nipples?” he whispers across the room to Roman.
There’s a flash of heat in his eyes as he covers the distance between us in less than a second. I’m taken by surprise. I think Hunter is too, since he stills behind me.
Roman’s hand wraps around my throat, and he tilts my head back. My eyes meet his, and he watches me as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and I lick the pad of his thumb. He presses on my lower lip, and I gasp, opening my mouth to him.
My heart beats loudly in my ears. Roman’s eyes burn into mine as I reach up and hold his wrist. He flinches a little at my touch but allows me to hold it.
I pull it forward and suck his thumb into my mouth; my tongue swirls around it, and he lets out a deep groan. I try not to smile, but it’s almost impossible as he presses his hard body against mine and grinds himself against my belly. He’s hard and hot. My heart is racing as my breathing picks up.
When I came home with them both tonight, the last place I expected to be was sandwiched between them. And I’m not disappointed at all. From behind me, Hunter grabs my hips and grinds his arousal into my ass. I tilt my head back and to the side as his lips graze over my neck. I shudder in response to his touch.
“I’m gonna taste you,” Hunter whispers into my ear. When he bites my lobe, pleasure tingles down between my thighs.
“Do you want to taste, Roman?” he purrs into my hair.
My eyes meet Roman’s again, and he pulls his thumb free and wipes my lips with it.
“I want to taste him,” I reply on a moan.
Roman watches me, his breath hitching as I use my fingertips to gently touch his chest. He’s wearing a tee, so I’m not touching his skin directly, and if that makes him more comfortable, then it works for me.
“Do you want that, Roman? You want Mila’s lips wrapped around your hard cock while I eat her pussy?”
I like how Hunter’s taken control here. It’s easier for me to concentrate on Roman’s needs—where I can touch him, cues to see what’s too much—if I don’t have to think about everything else. I don’t know how he did stuff with other girls before me, but we will learn this together.
Roman doesn’t answer Hunter. Instead, he kisses me. His lips are warm and soft as he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me to his mouth. Hunter doesn’t move away, but he loosens his grip on me and lets Roman have this kiss.
I reach up and very softly place my hand on his cheek and he presses into it. Smiling, I pull him to me, our tongues dancing as I try to find some friction for the need pulsing between my thighs.
With Hunter whispering words of encouragement to us both, I press my chest into Roman, and he doesn’t back away.
We pull apart, and the kiss has left me dizzy in the best way as I blink and look into Roman’s eyes. He smiles, and my heart melts right there.
“I love you,” I tell him, wanting him to know how much I love him.
His eyes glisten at my words. “I love you too,” he murmurs softly.
I place my hand back on his chest, my palm over his heart. This time, the reaction is different. He smiles and places his hand there too. Releasing a deep breath, he closes his eyes.
When he opens them, he nods at Hunter. What does that mean? I don’t get a chance to ask, since Hunter flips me around and over his shoulder, slapping me on the ass. I squeal at the sudden movement, but it doesn’t take long before I’m dropped onto the sofa bed, and Hunter’s looking down at me with that predatory glare of his.
Roman comes over and lies down beside me. I reach over and take his hand and he smiles.
“Roman?” Hunter asks. At first, I think he’s going to say more but realize he’s just prompting Roman to speak up.
“I want you to touch me, Mila,” Roman whispers. His eyes drop to my chest then back into my eyes.
He’s giving me permission to touch him, and I nod, trying not to scare him away with my excitement. “If it’s too much, just say so. Okay? No judgment; just say stop, and I will. You can even guide my hands to where you’re okay with my touch.”
He grunts and I giggle. That’s my Roman.
I move to the hem of his tee and tug it up. He lets me and then removes it himself, looking back over at me. His chest is so sexy, and I know it’s a massive no-go zone normally, so I’m going to take my time and ease him into it all.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I crawl over to him. He lies flat against the mattress, and I watch his jaw tick. I don’t like that. He should be turned on and excited, not stressed.
“Roman,” I whisper. “Would it be easier if I told you what I’m about to do? That way, you can choose to stop it before it happens?” I watch as he lets out a deep breath and nods. He’s still a little tense, but baby steps.
Tonight is his first lesson that touch can be more than pain. It can be pleasure too.
“I’m going to kiss you. Then kiss your chest, right here.” I point between his pecs. “Then slowly kiss my way down to here.” I point at the edge of his shorts. I can see the bulge in there—he wants this, that much is clear. Just, getting there is slightly different than how I would with Hunter.
I turn to see Hunter walking up the stairs. He pauses for a moment and smiles, nodding at me before blowing me a kiss.
He’s giving us this time alone. I wonder if this is something they talked about in advance. I like that Hunter’s giving us this special moment together.
I wait for Roman to say stop, but he hasn’t. He looks at me expectantly.
I kiss his mouth, then tenderly kiss his chest. I watch his eyes; they’re on mine as my hands stay on the mattress, not touching him with anything but my lips. I work my way down, and he moans as I get to the edge of his shorts.
Deciding to take a chance, I show him my hand moving to the bulge in his shorts. I wait for him to say something, and his eyes only grow more heated as I press my palm against him.
Roman’s moan fills the room, and it has me moaning with him as it goes right to my core. I feel hot all over as I lick my lips.
“I’m going to pull your shorts—” Before I can even finish, Roman scrambles and takes everything off. And I try not to laugh at how enthusiastic he is. I didn’t expect that to happen.
I sit back and look him over. Fuck, he’s absolutely perfect in every way. I forget to ask him and palm his heavy cock. He jerks under my hand but doesn’t tell me to stop, as I wrap my fingers around it and leisurely stroke it a couple of times. Enjoying the reaction on his face. He always holds himself so stiff and expressionless. But with his cock in my hand, he can’t give me the poker face.
“I’m going to lick and taste you.” My voice is deep and husky.
His breathing speeds up, but he doesn’t immediately respond, so I wait. I have to be sure he’s ready.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he finally says, and I need that just as much as he does.
I lean forward, wishing I had my hair tie but I hold my hair back as best I can as I lick the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around as I look up to him. He watches me as his hands grip the sheets. I love his reaction; I could do this all day just to watch him so worked up.
I stroke my hand up his length and suck the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, oh shit,” he mutters, and I smile around his cock as I decide to take his length deeper.
He pulls my hair away from my face, and I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, and he moans my name. The look he gives me has me squeezing my thighs together.
Hi cock, I can touch without any issues.
Maybe I can touch him while he’s feeling this pleasure. I caress his hip gently, and he doesn’t move. I hold it slightly tighter, and his body stills under mine. I let go, swirling my tongue around his cock, and he mutters a string of curse words before he groans, his hips flexing up to meet my strokes.
I use my other hand to play with his balls, and I feel them tighten as his body bows towards me.
“Mila, fuck,” is the only warning I get before his hot cum shoots into my mouth, and I swallow his cock, chasing the taste of him and loving that he let me do this.
Breaking free, I look over at him. He breathes deeply, and the grin he gives me has me rubbing my thighs together, wanting friction.
He opens his mouth, then closes it, like he has no words.
“Speechless? Glad I could blow your mind.” I’m not sure how he would feel if I kissed him. Some guys find tasting themselves a turn-off.
He shakes his head and lets out a deep chuckle. “That was amazing, Mila. I had no idea…no idea that’s how it felt.”
I’m just about to tell him that’s because it’s me sucking his cock when I see it written on his face. Something I’d never considered, only making sense to me now.
The no touching, watching him at that first party I crashed, everyone all over each other and Roman avoiding the only other girl in the room.
Hunter left us and gave us privacy.
Is Roman a virgin? No. There’s no way.
“Was that your first time?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting to ruin this moment by asking him.
He nods, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he sits up a little. He reaches for me. I move up and kiss him, Hi reaches for my head and pulls me in closer.
“I saved all my firsts for you, Mila.”
I’m stunned. Holy shit.
He moves around so he hovers down onto me and he gives me a wicked grin. I have a feeling where this is going and it’s gonna be good.
He traces a path of kisses down my breasts and chest, and the butterflies fly wild in my belly as my tummy, before stopping at the waist band of my shorts. He looks up at me and I smile. He doesn’t need permission I’m about soaked through, I want what he can give me, the corner of his lip quirks and I know I’m in for a good time.
Without warning, my shorts and panties are gone and Roman’s face is between my thighs. His warm tongue laps out at my clit and I moan. I grab his hair carefully but fuck…I need to hold on for this ride.
I open my thighs and he licks me, before his fingers start to explore. If this is a first time, he is doing amazing. He slips two fingers inside of me and I can feel him trying to find my g-spot.
His mouth sucks on my clit and I don’t get a chance to show him where my g-spot is before I’m bucking off the bead and calling out his name. The pressure never lets up and I ride out my orgasm on his mouth.
I tap him, “I need a break.” My body so sensitive, I shake from the after shocks of that and the pleasure’s only amplified knowing that was the first time he’s ever done that and I got to be another of his firsts.
We snuggle up together, I don’t touch his chest but it’s perfect.
