Chapter Fifteen

Roman

I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

Addison Paige—the woman who’s made jerking off a new necessity to keep my dick under control the last few months—is naked, in my office, and about to give me head. I don’t think I’ve looked forward to a blow job this much since my first one the summer before freshman year, and if I don’t lock my shit down, Addison’s liable to make me come just as fast as I did back then.

She’s fucking exquisite in nothing but garters and heels, her pale skin bathed with light from the setting sun behind me. Her body is tight and athletic, with breasts small enough to give her the freedom of going without a bra, something I’m incredibly grateful for. I want to pull her in and alternate tracing the graceful swells with my tongue and sucking on her hard, pink nipples.

Unfortunately, I agreed to park my ass in the passenger seat on this ride, so here I sit, waiting to see where my friend will take us.

“Now bend at the waist, keep that tight ass high in the air, and suck his big dick.”

Thank fucking Christ.

Addie smiles coyly at me, but doesn’t move to obey right away. “Do you suppose I can get released for good behavior?” she asks, indicating her bound hands. “I can do a much better job with their help.”

I almost answer before I remember to defer to Austin. Goddamn it, I hate this. “Rowdy?” I ask tightly.

“As sweet as I bet she looks all trussed up, I’m sure you’d appreciate the use of all her talents.” Austin’s voice hints at the strain I imagine he has from not having anyone to help with the raging boner this call is giving him. “Go ahead, you lucky bastard.”

Before he finishes talking, I reach around and untie her, carelessly dropping my Armani tie to the floor. I refrained from the temptation earlier, but this time I take advantage of the close proximity of my face to her body and start to kiss a path across her stomach. While my mouth works her front, my hands squeeze and mold the bare globes of her ass.

I hear her sigh and lift my gaze to see her eyes close and her head drop back. Her fingers thread into my hair, sending sensations zinging down my spine to my balls, and I have no idea how I’m going to hold myself together until I can sink inside her.

The tip of my tongue dips into her navel as I slip my hand between her thighs. Jesus fucking Christ, her thong is soaked completely through, coating my fingers as I brush them along her folds.

“Roman,” she moans. Hearing my name on her lips like a plea snaps the last thread I have on my control.

“Sounds like you’re deviating from the plan, bro.”

“New plan,” I growl as I pick her up and sit her on my desk. “Follow my lead.”

“Desperate much?” he says.

“Jealous much?” I retort with a smirk he can’t see but I know he hears.

“Touché.”

Addison is looking down at me with those cerulean eyes, waiting to see what I’ll do next. If I had her in my bed, I’d take my time building her up, learning her body, memorizing what drives her crazy and then insane. But we’re in my office, and even more to the point, Austin’s right—I’m fucking desperate.

Desperate to taste her. Desperate to make her come. Desperate to feel her around me. Desperate to come inside her. It’s not an emotion a control-freak like me is used to, much less comfortable with. But oddly, I’m not bothered. I simply accept it as a truth, because I can’t imagine feeling any other way when it comes to Addison. Not until much later, after we’ve had our fun and screwed each other out of our systems. Until then? Don’t talk to me about patience. I’m on a goddamn mission.

“Lean back on your hands, but don’t lie down,” I tell her. I want her to be able to see everything I do to her. Want the visual to enhance the mental, which I know Austin will supply while I’m busy.

She grips the back edge of the desk, and I strip out of my shirt. Her gaze roves over my body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips like she can taste the play of my muscles as I move, and her blatant hunger jacks up my pulse to the nth degree. Something else that’s never happened before.

I’ve seen the slack-jawed, glassy-eyed look on thousands of women when I dance as Ruthless. It’s stroked my ego, made me feel good about the impeccable shape I work hard to maintain. But a woman’s appreciation has never fueled my own lust like this. Addison has me off my game like I’ve never been, and it almost has me worried. Then I remember that it’s been months since I’ve had sex and that we’ve been dancing around each other for weeks. Any sane man would be a little on edge in this situation. And that’s how I choose to rationalize that.

I slip her shoes off and let them fall to the floor before placing her feet on the desk to open her wide to me. She’s beautiful, all pale skin and pink accents, blond hair streaming behind her, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. And of course, the piece de resistance…her silk-covered pussy.

I place my hands on her inner thighs and let my thumbs rub lightly up and down her center. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.” I glance up at her, remembering what she told me last time. “You still going with the medical condition excuse?”

She shakes her head. “Not this time. That’s all for you.” Her admission makes me want to beat on my chest like a damn ape. Then she blushes and hesitantly adds, “For you, too, Rowdy.”

A quick stab of annoyance runs through me that I don’t have a claim on her arousal alone, but I shake it off because that’s what this is all about. Sharing her, watching her get pleasure from what we can both offer her, which is more than either of us could alone.

“You know we love hearin’ that, Addie-girl,” Austin says. “Now I want you to tell Roman what you want him to do to you.”

Our gazes lock, and I will her to follow Austin’s instructions because I want my mouth on her more than I want my next breath. She may have had a shy moment when she spoke directly to Austin a second ago, but as she stares down at me now, I see her confidence grow.

“I want you to lick me until I come.” Then she gives me a sly quirk of her lips and throws down the gauntlet. “If you can.”

I narrow my eyes at her, and I hear my friend muffle his curse and know he’s probably doing his damnedest not to laugh. Sometimes I’d like to punch his good-natured joviality right out of him. Maybe I will later. “You didn’t seriously just say that.”

She gives me a half shrug. “I know it’s not everyone’s forte, so—”

Before she can finish that sentence and further piss me off, I rip the thin silk away from her body. Her sharp intake of breath sparks my need. “Might be easier to just forego wearing these in the future.”

I brace my forearms along her inner thighs to hold her splayed open and use my thumbs to pull her glistening folds apart. Needing to see her reaction, I keep my eyes on her as I lick a long, slow path through her wet pussy. Her sugary tang bathes my taste buds in liquid candy, making my mouth water for more, and I’m instantly addicted to her.

She drags in a sharp breath and moans on the exhale as her gaze zeroes in on my tongue. “You changed into your silver barbell, you wicked fucking man,” she says, her voice husky.

“Fuck yeah, I did. Now sit still and try not to come in the first minute.” I give her a smile to match the wicked accusation then throw her words back at her. “If you can.”

Whatever smart-ass remark she’d planned is stolen from her, along with her breath, the moment I flick her clit. Blood rushes to her sex, making her flesh swollen and red like the ripest of strawberries, and her juices taste just as sweet.

I feast on her pussy like a condemned man with his last meal and watch with depraved satisfaction as rapture devours the last of her inhibitions. She’s absolutely exquisite. Eyelids heavy, lips parted with panting breaths, breasts heaving, and belly quaking.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moans. “Don’t stop don’t stop please don’t stop.”

Usually when a woman begs like that, I back off on purpose. It reminds them who’s in control, and I get off on making them balance on the edge of climax for as long as possible before dragging them over. But I have zero control right now. And not because Austin’s the one in charge of the scene—I’m too far gone to give a fuck what he says at this point—but because I need to make Addison come. It’s my only goal in life right now. Make. Addison. Come.

“He’s good at that, isn’t he, darlin’?” Austin drawls lazily. “I’ve seen him make women come so hard from eating their pussy that they pass out.”

I suck hard on her clit, keeping a steady suction to draw the blood to the surface, making it more swollen, more sensitive. She moans and mumbles a string of unintelligible words as her eyes close and her head drops back.

I growl and release her, causing her to mewl in protest. “She’s not paying attention, Rowdy.”

“Addie, be a good girl and keep your eyes on Roman. He’s awfully vain, and if you don’t watch him work his magic on you, his feelings’ll get hurt.”

Addison reluctantly obeys, locking that lust-hazy gaze onto my face. I make a mental note to punch my friend later for his vanity jab, and refocus my attention where it belongs. Using every trick I know, I assault her pussy. Licking, nipping, sucking, swirling. I never pause, never stop, never give her a reprieve. She moans and pants and hisses and begs, all of it like the sweetest music underscoring our dirty deeds, and it’s fucking hot as hell.

“If you think this feels good,” Austin says, “imagine me sucking on your tits while he’s eating you out. Imagine what it would feel like to have the sole attention of two men focused on bringing you more pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed of. Four hands, two tongues, two cocks. Both of us worshipping you, stretching you, filling you.”

“Oh shit,” she squeaks.

Her hips start to rock as her body’s instincts take over, needing to fuck itself to a release. I don’t know if he has a sixth sense or it’s one hell of a coincidence, but Austin gives her permission to do what her body is helpless to stop.

“I want you to fuck his face, Addie-girl. Use his mouth to make yourself come. I want to hear it, and I want it in the next thirty seconds, or I’m telling him to back off and you’ll have to finish without him.”

Her eyes fly wide in panic, but I’m not worried. Never going to happen. Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I stiffen and curl my tongue so that the tip dips into her entrance while the ball of my tongue piercing hits her clit as she grinds against my mouth. “Oh God, yes. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Just like that, yes.”

I snake my arms under her bent legs to reach up to play with her tits, squeezing the mounds and pinching her nipples. As the myriad of sensations take her higher and higher, she takes control of her pleasure. A hand plows into my hair and grips it tight to hold me steady while she fucks my face, faster and harder. The sting in my scalp radiates down into my balls, drawing them in tight.

Her legs start to tremble as she approaches the crest of her climax. Growling, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and then catch it firmly between my teeth. Addison throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched to stifle her scream as she finally comes.

“Fuck, yeah, darlin’,” Austin purrs with praise. “That’s it. Give it to him, every last drop.”

I watch with prideful satisfaction as pleasure rips through her in jerky waves. Greedily, I lick into her entrance to drink from her, groaning as she bathes my tongue in her sweet essence. When the contractions in her pussy die down to mere flutters, I give her clit one last flick. She recoils with a gasp from over-stimulation, and my amused chuckle is tinged with wickedness.

“Sensitive, baby?” I ask, wiping a hand over the lower half of my face to clean her juices from around my mouth as I stand.

She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. “I’ll live. Just give me a minute.”

“What do you say, Rowdy?” I ask, holding her gaze captive and giving her a cocky smirk as I take out a condom and tear the foil packet. “Can she get a minute?”

His voice drops, strained from the mounting erotic tension arcing between the three of us. “Finish her,” he orders. “Ruthless style.”

“My fucking pleasure.”

I shove my pants and boxer briefs past my ass and roll the condom down my cock, barely holding back the tortured hiss the touch causes me. Despite her request for a short reprieve, hunger shines in Addison’s aqua eyes, fueling the fiery need I have to bury myself inside her. Stroking my iron-hard dick, I issue a command. “Get on your hands and knees, Ms. Paige.”

She does as she’s told and the sight of her ass poised in front of me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I almost lose myself to the fantasy of taking the time for a spanking session. The thought of seeing that creamy, pale skin redden as she twitches and writhes beneath my palms is almost too much to resist, but I manage.

“Spread your legs,” I say, tapping the inside of her thighs. “All the way, as far as you can go.” The stockings allow her knees to slide out to the sides in one fluid motion, but she’s controlling it, drawing it out and putting on a show. “That’s it. Bring that pussy down here for me.”

When she’s fully splayed, I damn near lose my shit. Her glistening wet pussy lips are kissing the polished mahogany of my desk. If I ever get anything done in this office again, it’ll be a miracle. I step in close, rubbing the tip of my cock around her waiting hole then glance the ball of my apa piercing over her clit and chuckle when she jolts. Twisting her hair around one hand, I pull back to give her body the beautiful arch I love to see, then I line myself up and sink into her heat.

Addison cries out as I curse a blue streak and force myself to hold still so she can adjust around my shaft.

“Holy fucking shit,” she gasps. “I thought I imagined how good you felt inside of me.”

“Glad to hear I’m not a disappointment.” I can’t help my smug grin as I begin moving, fucking her slow and deep to the sounds of her moaning. Looking down, I watch her swallow me again and again. My hands trail down her body to grip her hips and yank her onto my dick to meet my thrusts. Every muscle on her is sculpted and toned, but her ass still jiggles with every smack of our flesh, and it makes me hot to see all the ways I affect her body with mine.

“God, Roman, I’ve never been so full. Feels so. Fucking. Good,” she says in time with the slap of my balls on her clit as I pick up the pace, fast losing my control.

I’m not coherent enough to answer. I’m drowning in the sensations of fucking Addison, feeling her cunt clench me like a fist, so tight and hot and slippery wet. I surrender to the beast with nothing on his mind other than to rut until spent, but it doesn’t matter because Austin knows how to complement my actions with his words.

“Ever get fucked in the ass, Addie?”

“Yes,” she rasps between pants.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Jealousy spikes through me at the thought of another man having any part of her, but I push it aside. A temporary claim is one thing, but I have no room in my life for the kind of claim that came with jealousy like that.

Austin speaks again, sparing me from getting too sidetracked. “Then you’ll love DP. You think you’re full now… Wait until his cock is in your tight pussy and mine is stretching your little asshole. Then you’ll be full.”

“Oh Jesus God,” she whispers.

The image of doing a double penetration on Addison snaps what’s left of my control. Growling, I pull her body up against mine, locking her to me with my left arm to hold her right shoulder as I piston inside her fast and hard. Her head falls back on my chest and she reaches behind to dig her nails into the hollows of my ass cheeks. With my free hand, I reach down and rub over her clit, working her into another frenzied orgasm.

“Yesyesyesyesyes— Oh God I’m going to— Yes, I’m— Coming!”

“Fuuuuuuck!” I bury my face in her neck and roar as she clamps around my cock and I empty my balls, spurt after spurt of cum that I wish was filling her pussy instead of a condom. Something to work on for the future.

I give her slow, lazy thrusts to help her come down from her climax, and hold her tightly as the erratic aftershocks roll through her. Her pulse races beneath soft skin as I trail open-mouthed kisses over her throat, up her jaw, and finally capture her in a kiss more tender and reverent than the carnal one I intended. She melts into me, inviting me inside to caress her tongue with mine.

Reluctantly as hell, I pull away, knowing we can’t stay like we are forever. I cut a quick glance at my phone and notice the call light is off, confirming that the click I’d heard before was Austin hanging up. I’m glad he signed off early. A selfish part of me likes the fact that it was just me and Addison when we came together, no one else sharing in our moment. I’ll have to thank him for that—for all of it, really—when I talk to him later.

Unable to put it off any longer, I edge my hips back to slip my softening cock from her body. She clenches around me as I retreat and whimpers in protest, a sound made all the sweeter for her desperation to keep me within her.

“Shhh, wildcat,” I whisper against her lips. “Now that I can have you whenever I want, I have every intention of filling your sweet cunt as often as possible.”

She sighs, and her eyes are lit with relief and contentment. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Hold you… Suddenly, I want to hold her, and before I can analyze it to death, I quickly dispose of the condom, and pull up my underwear and pants enough that I’m tucked in and decent. Swiping my shirt from the floor, I help her put it on. As I free her hair from inside the shirt, I catch her discreetly lift the edge of the collar to her nose and inhale. “I’ll be happy to mark you with my scent every damn morning if you like it that much.”

A blush steals into her cheeks, compelling me to chase the color with the pads of my thumbs before kissing her with a gentle tug on her lower lip. Then I gather her into my chest and settle back into my chair with her sitting sideways in my lap, her stockinged feet on my right leg and her knees tucked high.

Nuzzling her face into the hollow between my neck and shoulder, she lets out a big yawn. I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, setting my chin on top of her head. I loathe the idea of breaking this bubble we’re in, but I can’t avoid asking her. I need to know where she stands after this. Her answer will determine if this is where things end, or it’s just the beginning.

“Addison.”

“Hmm?” she asks sleepily.

“Was that okay?” I feel her stiffen for the briefest of moments. “With Austin, I mean. I probably shouldn’t have blindsided you with it but—”

She lifts her head to lock her gaze onto mine. Deep, sea-blue pools swirl with honesty and an openness I’ve never given anyone. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, she says, “Being with you like that was incredible. It was very okay, and I look forward to you showing me more.”

Relief mixes with the heavy lust and excitement of what showing her more means. Looks like this is only the beginning.