His words shoot through me like a lightning bolt, and I obey. Romeo drops to his knees and hums… he fucking hums in appreciation.
And the worst part? I get wet from it. It’s like my pussy has completely disengaged from my brain, the traitor.
“You should see yourself now, Foxy. Such a needy pussy.” He traces the sides of my thighs and I grip the sheets, anchoring myself, stifling a moan.
He drags down my underwear and spreads my legs further before he blows over my sensitive parts, taking his time. I clench at the contrast of the cold air on my hot skin.
Jesus.
This might be the most embarrassing one-night stand in history. I’m about to come and he has barely touched me.
It’s the anticipation, his confidence, his praise, and I guess this stupid room—it all crashes together into pure, reckless desire.
“Are you just going to stare?” I look over my shoulder.
“Patience,” he murmurs and finally darts out his tongue, teasing my opening.
This time I don’t manage to stifle the sound, burying my face in the mattress. And he makes that sound again. Like this is the best dinner he’s ever had.
But as his tongue plunges deeper and his hand finds my clit, all coherent thought evaporates and instinct takes over.
God, he’s good. Only a few moves and he already knows where I’m most sensitive. My knees tremble. If it wasn’t for his strong hands digging into my ass, I would collapse to the floor.
It doesn’t take long and I’m writhing, pushing my hips into his face, seeking more friction. My release crashes through me without warning.
I’m still dazed when I hear a wrapper rip and Romeo nudges my entrance, sliding in an inch.
“Fuck,” he growls and thrusts forward.
The moan that rips out of me doesn’t even soundlike me. Romeo—apparently a gentleman—stills briefly, letting me adjust.
And then he starts moving, hitting the spot that makes me see stars. His hands are everywhere at once. Caressing my back, gripping my hips, pulling my hair.
And somehow he maintains an inhuman tempo. Our bodies fall into sync immediately.
Pure lust.
Raw hunger.
Shameless chase.
I’m right on the edge again when he stops moving. Confused, I glance over my shoulder. Romeo is looking upwards, his jaw clenched, the hold on my hips almost painful.
He pulls out and buries himself deep again, his face contorting with effort. Or with restraint? Is he trying to delay his release?
Jesus. This is an anonymous one-night stand, but it’s like my pleasure matters as much as his.
He truly wants to deliver on that asking-for-more promise.
“I’m close,” I pant.
He mutters something under his breath and picks up the pace again. My body tenses almost immediately, a wave of pleasure crashing through me.
Romeo comes shortly after with a rough groan that sends heat curling through me. He collapses beside me.
And as spent as I am, I still want more. The thought terrifies me. Our eyes meet in tense silence. Is he thinking the same?
“And I’m not asking for more.” I smirk, but there is no bite behind my words.
