Page 55 of By Any Other Name
My eyes catch on the still unlit cigarette he’s now just holding between his lips. “Are you going to smoke that?” I ask, distracted.
“Why?” I can hear the grin in his voice. “You want it?”
I roll my eyes. “No…just wondering why we’re out here otherwise.”
“I’m thinking about quitting,” he says, quirking an eyebrow. “It’s really more of an oral fixation than an addiction, anyway.” His lips turn up at the corners. “I’m sure I could find other ways to occupy my mouth…unless you wanted to go see Lawrence right this second.”
My eyes widen, my entire body going tense as a flush blooms on my cheeks.Good gods.
The seconds tick by, and I know he’s waiting for me to set the tone. We’re still in a strange gray area—are we hooking up now, or was yesterday a one off? What exactly does “practicing,” mean?
I lick my lips, my pulse pounding in my ears. There’s no one here, and nothing but gardens and woods stretched out in front of us. Unless someone decided to stand on the very,verytip of the driveway and look all the way to the right, or happened to be standing in the yard directly under my window…we’re completely alone.
I suck in a breath and arch my back, pushing my ass against his hips. His cock grows hard against my ass, his breath hot on my ear. He places his right hand over mine on the railing, linking our fingers together, and my heartbeat speeds up. A shiver travels over me, and my pulse pounds in my core, my clit throbbing in anticipation of what we both know is about to happen—regardless of who might hear us.
“No tights today, good girl?” he says in my ear.
“It’s not for you,” I whisper. “It was warm out.”
It’s bullshit and we both know it. Roman reaches under the hem of my skirt, trailing his fingers over the wetness soaking my panties. “Is this not for me either?”
I reach back, blindly palming his cock through his jeans. “I could ask you the same thing.”
He laughs low in my ear. “Yes, but I wouldn’t avoid the question. I don’t care who knows that I only ever get hard for you. I’ve never wanted anyone else but you.”
My heart leaps, stutters, and my breath catches in my throat. He must say that kind of thing to all women, but shit, I can see why because I wish it was just for me.
Roman bends slightly and yanks my panties down in a single swift motion until they’re banded around my knees. “Step out,” he says firmly.
I immediately respond, lifting one foot, then the other so he can remove my underwear. My breathing is ragged, and my head spins, as I look down at him eye-level with my waist.
He smirks, rising to his full height again. He shoves my panties in his pocket. “These are mine now.”
I make an indignant squeak in the back of my throat. “Why—“
He holds my gaze as he reaches under my skirt and without preamble, shoves two fingers inside me. His thumb rubs over my clit, in firm, rhythmic strokes. “This is mine too, good girl. No one else touches this pussy except me. You don’t come unless I say so. Not even on your own. If you want to come, you find me, and I’ll always make time for you…assuming you’ve earned it.”
I moan as he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them in his mouth, sucking them clean. My eyes widen.
Holy shit. What did I get myself into?
“Now,” he says. “Let’s go.”
I gasp. “Go?”
“You wanted to go see Lawrence, right? Let’s go, good girl.”
“But—“ I stutter. What the hell is he thinking? “At least give me my underwear.”
He shakes his head. “No, these are mine now. Try to avoid wind, or any grates, good girl.”
My face heats. Am I going along with this…am I crazy for wanting to? I suppose, at least he still has my panties and I can’t imagine that he wouldn’t give them back if I told him I seriously wasn’t okay with this...probably. Almost definitely.
“We can take the stairs,” I say. “Unless you feel some need to bring it full circle and fling yourself off my balcony.”
“Right.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Let’s not discuss that again.”
I shake my head, grinning. “As if I won’t be bringing this up for the next twenty years.”