Chapter Fourteen

 

 

 

Roman sat on the edge of the bed, naked, his gaze roaming over Invidia’s supple body.

She was magnificent.

He had seen nude women since the Seal had opened, since Lilith. Women on screens with their legs spread, women in magazines, women on street corners, women in various stages of undress. Yet never had he been this close to one who wore no clothes, nor had he ever experienced the ecstasy that was a woman’s bare intimate flesh caressing his cock as hers had in the shower.

He shifted his attention to the triangle of curls between her legs. Morning light was beginning to leak through the windows, and the effect was rather stunning. Her milky flesh was smooth and flawless under the cityscape, as he’d discovered earlier, but pure sun had nothing on the artificial light created by humans.

Before they were through, he wanted to have explored, touched and tasted every inch of her. He wanted to know what years of abstinence had denied him. If he was a ruined man now, let him be well and truly ruined. There was no point chasing what he had lost when he’d found the world he had discovered had so much more to offer.

Invidia stepped forward, her hair wet and in a frizzy tussle around her face. She offered a soft smile and knelt between his legs.

Roman’s throat tightened. Her face was near his cock, so close he could feel her breaths against him. “What…”

Then—oh yes—her small hand was on him, her fingers tightening around his shaft. Why had he ever batted her away? This was paradise in itself.

“I wanted to suck you,” she whispered. “That’s what I meant. I’ve wanted to feel you in my mouth.”

Roman swore an oath and threaded his fingers through her wet hair. “She didn’t,” he said. He didn’t elaborate.

“I know.”

“She only touched me.”

“Like this?” she asked, squeezing his cock and making it difficult to think for a moment.

“Oh…yes.”

“She didn’t take you inside her body?”

Roman shook his head. “N-no. I thought you knew.”

Something crossed Invidia’s face—something gone so quickly he couldn’t identify it. “I did… I just… I want all of you, Roman. I want your cock in my mouth. My pussy. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes. I want that too.”

“Are you sure? It’s a big line to cross… Especially for you.”

“I do not care. That world is no longer mine. This one is.”

Invidia studied him a moment longer, then lowered her head and drew a long line from the base of his cock to the crown with one lap of her tongue.

“Ohh…”

“Fuck,” Invidia supplied, rubbing her cheek along the tip of his erection, her eyes dancing. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh god. All acceptable. If you’re gonna do this, Roman, do it right. It’s not fun if it’s not profane.”

Before he could conjure a response, her lips were around the head of his cock, and she had sucked him deep into her mouth. She paused to catch his gaze, then winked at him, dragging him in farther, inch by inch. Almost immediately, his body began to shake, his testicles tightening, and he sensed himself precariously near the edge he knew would end everything if he let himself tip over.

“Fuck,” he said, and the word felt damn good.

Invidia murmured her approval and drew her head back, her lips pulling along his skin until only the tip of his cock remained in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke in a rhythm he identified, but with more care than he could have imagined. Gone were the short, jerky movements of the dark woman. These touches… They were something else.

Something tender.

“Fuck,” he said again.

Invidia grinned and released his cock with a wet plop. Then she pressed his swollen length upward, exposing the underside to her tongue. “You taste just like I thought you would,” she told him between licks.

“D-do I?”

She nodded, sucking the sensitive head of his penis back between those perfect lips. She drew him in slowly, her gaze remaining locked on his. Watching her do this, watching her work her mouth on him, had an unusual effect on his body. Roman steeled himself, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he fought…fought…

Gods, what she did felt amazing.

Invidia pulled her lips back once, twice, then let him fall free. “It’s a hard taste to describe,” she murmured, her hand quick to pick up where her mouth had left off. “Just…like a man should taste. You feel good on my tongue.”

The way she spoke… Roman’s hips jerked of their own volition. He wanted to do something with his hands—touch her, stroke her, hold her while he thrust his cock into her heavenly mouth, but he had no idea of knowing if any of these things were appropriate, so he maintained his grip on the bed. He tried and failed to swallow a moan as Invidia began raining sweet kisses along his shaft. She ran her hand up the length of him, dragging his foreskin to hug the head of his cock as she squeezed. A hard shudder racked his body.

“More,” he implored softly. “Please.”

“Where do you want me, Roman?”

“Your mouth. On me.”

Invidia smiled at him. She reached for one of his hands and pried open his death grip on the bed. “Here,” she said, guiding him to her head. “Direct me.”

He threaded his fingers through her thick, wet locks and stared at her. “What?”

“You won’t hurt me. Take what you want.”

He understood what she was saying—or he thought he did, anyway—but to do what he craved to do seemed rude. The last thing he wanted was to insult her or fumble this. The door had been opened and his reservations cast aside. Whatever Lilith had started back in Rome couldn’t hope to compare to the fire Invidia burned within him. How the blonde sprite seemed to relish everything, seemed to relish him, was a component he hadn’t known to miss. And yes, yes Roman wanted more of this. He wanted Invidia to always look at him like that—him and no other.

He felt remade under her gaze. Beyond what she could do to him, it was what she saw in him. As though he was something other than a Guardian or a man—as though what he was mattered to her because of who he was.

How could that be, when even he didn’t know?

Roman moaned again, not trying to hide it this time. He firmed his grip on her head and guided her back to his cock. He braced for her anger or indignation, and was rewarded with an eager murmur as she took him back inside the warm wet haven that was her mouth.

“Oh,” he said, mesmerized by the way his shaft disappeared inside her. She was so small, but she wielded so much power.

Her strokes became harder, the pulls of her tongue more demanding. Her head rocked back and forth, her hand squeezing just a tad harder with every pump. The tremor that had threatened to commandeer his body moments earlier returned with a vengeance. Roman gasped and rolled his head back, then immediately straightened, not wanting to miss a moment. Watching her love him was…

Well, there weren’t words for it.

The bobs of her head intensified, the plunges of his cock into her mouth deeper and deeper. Then he felt his cockhead brush against something—something warm, wet and wonderful, then the most exquisite pressure he’d ever known contracted around him and that was it. His legs trembled, his testicles tightened, and he was releasing. It didn’t occur to him until he felt her mouth move around him that he had spent himself down her throat, but then she was working those lips again and the thought faded as he rode out his euphoria.

Pleasure had once been a foreign idea. Lilith had given the word form. Invidia gave it meaning.

Time lost all relevance. Roman slumped back on the bed, holding himself up on one elbow. His other hand remained entwined in Invidia’s hair, though it too had fallen slack. He watched her through glossy eyes as she slowly let his cock slip from her lips, and couldn’t help but groan when she licked a pearly bead of his spendings off the head.

What it was about the sight of her between his legs, he didn’t know. But it stirred something in him unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Invidia sat back on her legs and grinned at him. “Did you enjoy that?”

The question struck him as thoroughly ridiculous. He felt like laughing. “I cannot conceive of a man who would not enjoy that,” he said, then scowled when he thought of the men she might have done this with before him. The image of her perched between someone else’s legs, looking upon someone else’s face after having sucked someone else’s cock made his chest burn with a sensation he could not identify.

“I hope I didn’t wear you out,” Invidia said, pushing up to her knees. “I have plans for you.”

Roman swallowed, his heart thumping. “Yes,” he replied, for lack of anything else to say. He wanted more. He wanted whatever she had to give.

Invidia beamed. “Good.”

He watched her, dazed, as she moved forward, her mouth curving into a sweet smile. She inched upward and pressed a kiss to his lips. The touch was soft and almost chaste, and he felt he could quite happily do nothing at all but kiss for the rest of time.

Then her hand was on him again, fingers squeezing his semi-hard cock. A moan hitched in his throat. His hands at once felt useless. He wanted to touch her, stroke her, feel her warmth all over, but he was unsure of where to begin. In the shower, the prospect of having her like this had still felt distant. Cupping her breasts, stroking her skin, playing with her nipples—without warning, the stolen seconds felt like they had been lived through someone else’s eyes.

In reality, he was a man who didn’t know how a woman liked to be touched. Lilith had never let him stroke her in turn, had never seemed interested. A woman such as Invidia deserved more than the fumbling attempts of a not-quite-man.

The pressure at his mouth grew bolder as her tongue came into play. Roman shuddered hard, doing his best to match her strokes with his own. He felt himself hardening, his relaxed body rearing out of that hazy place it went after reaching his pinnacle. With her, he doubted he’d ever get enough.

Suddenly, her mouth drew back, as did the pressure around his cock. Roman blinked blearily and looked at her.

“Move back on the bed,” Invidia said, her voice low.

He obeyed, edging backward until only his feet dangled off the side. He kept his gaze on hers for a beat until his body’s hunger commanded him to look his fill.

Roman wasn’t sure what it was about the female body, or if he would have known to appreciate its beauty without being awakened as he’d been. If he would be as enticed by her breasts had he not been introduced to the world of physical pleasure. If he would find her curves as tempting, her nipples as sweet, or the thatch of curls between her legs as bewitching. It seemed a part of him had always been made for this, even if he hadn’t understood. Even if he still didn’t.

How he had gotten here, he had no idea. All he knew was he didn’t want it to end.

Invidia smiled and climbed onto the bed after him. Over him. She crawled up his body, between his legs, then paused to tease his cock with her mouth.

He hissed. “Please…”

“Sorry,” she said coyly. “I just like doing that.”

Again, he thought of how often she must have performed the act for others. How many men before him had seen this side of her? She’d told him as long as this lasted, he would be the only one, but that didn’t erase those who had come before him. Something in his chest twisted at the thought, the knowledge—rather—that this meant more to him than to her. That he would carry this moment longer than she would, because it was unlike any that had come before it.

How many?

Roman swallowed, his hands finding her hips as she cast herself astride him. Her soft, pink folds glistened in the sunlight, her body prime and open to him. He stared at her center and worked his throat again.

“Invidia…”

“Shh,” she murmured. She took him in her hand and positioned his cock at her opening, brushing his sensitive crown along her soft wet flesh. She played and teased, parting the lips of her sex and rubbing herself against him.

“Invidia, please…”

For what he was asking, he didn’t know. Only that he needed something, and watching her tease herself had his blood running hot.

Then she shifted again, and the head of his cock slipped somewhere hot and snug, and every inch of him screamed in bliss.

Oh yes. Yes.

Invidia smiled at him, then sank down.

 

Ho-ly shit.

It was his eyes, she decided. His wide, awestruck gorgeous eyes. They burned and consumed, penetrated without trying, saw through her without seeing a thing.

Invi drew in deep lungfuls of air, her hands falling to her sides, her breasts heavy and her body shaking. She felt she could sense her every cell as though she was living under her own skin. He stretched and filled her, his cock buried to the hilt, his gray gaze locked on hers, his chest heaving with the force of his own gasps for air.

God, she was in so much trouble. No man should feel this good—just inside her, not moving, not stroking, not making her come, just snug inside her pussy. As though this was where he was supposed to be.

This man she’d sworn, just hours earlier, not to touch.

This man who looked at her like she was really something.

Invi wiggled her hips experimentally, stifling her own moans at the movement. “Goddamn,” she said, then leaned forward and braced a hand on his chest.

“Invidia?”

She raised herself up just a bit, whimpering as his cock began the slide out of her body. She watched him watching her, and couldn’t help but grin when she pumped him back into her and that familiar wave of bliss crashed over his beautiful face.

“This… You…”

Invi rolled her hips, steering them in shallow thrusts. All the while, her gaze remained glued to his face, taking in every flicker, every gasp. Every time her pussy slipped up his length before welcoming him back inside. As he discovered the rhythm of lovemaking. He was such a beautiful man, and being witness to his awakening seemed such a gift.

Still, she ached. He didn’t touch her, almost as though he was afraid she’d break. He kept his hands on her hips, but didn’t grip her or steer her, or demand her breasts. Her own need surfaced. Her clit was starved for attention, her breasts tingling with the memory of his mouth. Her skin was prickly and hot, and she wanted him everywhere.

Shit.

“Touch me,” Invi implored, tightening her muscles around him as she dragged her cunt up his cock.

His eyes widened. “Where?”

“Anywhere,” she answered, welcoming him back inside. “My breasts.”

Immediately, he palmed her breasts, his thumbs making play with her nipples. Oh yes, that was better. Much. Invi picked up her pace, her body’s needs driving her on. Slow and sweet was lovely, but goddamn, she craved more. She was a wet hot ball of need, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

More.

“Arch into me.” Invi bent forward, changing the angle. His hips had begun responding to her, likely out of instinct, and she would have sworn her eyes rolled out of her head when she felt him drive his cock into her. “Oh yes.”

“Like this?”

“More.” Faster still, she squeezed him. “Lick me. Bite me. Don’t be afraid to hurt.”

Roman lifted his head and dragged his tongue in a hot path down her throat, his thrusts up becoming more demanding, sharper, and yes—yes—this was what she wanted. She clenched his dick every time he slid home, chasing the sweet torment of his retreat. His mouth finally found her breast again, and he wasted no time pulling her nipple between his teeth and tugging. The sting of pain was chased by pleasure and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Needed…

Fuck.

Invi rode him harder, faster. His cock pounded into her pussy like a drum beat. She felt him everywhere. Under her skin. In her blood. In the strands of her hair, now drenched in sweat and whipping her face. The mattress whined and the bed springs squeaked, but she didn’t care. She felt him all over. Again and again, driving her harder and faster. The muscles in her legs offered a protest, but she ignored it. All she felt was the hard rush in her veins, pushing her to something explosive.

Her pussy swallowed him hungrily in hard, ardent thrusts, every plunge alighting her nerves on fire. She was so slick, her clit screaming for attention, but the slightest touch would send her over. She wanted to save that. Wanted to savor him. Wanted him deep and pulsing and oh god, almost there.

Roman barked a curse that might have served as a warning had he not followed it by spilling inside her. She felt the rush of his orgasm as it flooded her, jet after jet riding through him and releasing, and she would have mourned the timing were it not for the way he whimpered into her, promising things he couldn’t mean against her skin.

“Invidia,” he whispered.

She rocked her hips, desperate for more of him. His cock was still hard, but she could tell she was losing him, which was probably her own damn fault, but she was not going to go to bed without reaching her moment.

“Invidia…”

“Stay with me.” Invi gasped and straightened, shoving him flat against the mattress as she worked herself over him. She leaned back so he could get a good view, then slipped a hand down her body.

“Watch this,” she murmured, enjoying a thrill when his gaze shifted to where they were joined, and the spark that filled the gray landscape might have been enough to send her over.

She spread her pussy lips. “Tell me what you see.”

“Us,” he said hoarsely, and that was it. His cock twitched inside her like it would swell again just as he had started to soften. “Fuck. Beautiful. So…”

“Do you see how wet your cock is when I do this?” She drew back, swallowing a whimper as his flesh dragged against hers. She held her breath until he nodded. “That’s what you do to me. How I make you hard, you make me wet. That’s how you know I want you.”

He seemed hypnotized.

“What you just had… I need it too. Please…”

Understanding flashed behind his gaze. “Tell me what to do.”

“My clit. Touch it.”

He looked confused.

“This. Here.” She fingered her clit and this time, couldn’t stifle her sob. “This is—”

Whatever she’d been about to say rode off her lips. Roman’s fingers had batted hers aside, then he was stroking her. Stroking her as he resumed thrusting in earnest—hard, fast, desperate.

It was a combination of things. His fingers gently caressing her clit. His cock riding inside her, pushed likely beyond his own stamina but still so willing, and his eyes… Those eyes…

Those eyes that gazed upon her like she was really something. Like he wanted her to be his.

Yes. That did it.

Invi clenched around him and exploded into a bona fide star-seeing orgasm, and her body dissolved in bliss.