“Fuck yourself, but do not come.”
A needy whine fell from my lips, but Roman’s expression told me he wasn’t messing about. He wrapped his free hand around his erection, pumping slowly as he watched me. I was so wet, my walls tight around my fingers, but it wasn’t enough. I needed rough. I needed to be stretched. I needed Roman. The thought of him inside me sent a rush of pleasure coating my fingers and a cry spilling from my lips.
“Do. Not. Come,” he commanded, a shiver rippling down my spine.
My hips rolled, riding my fingers, something I’d never done by myself before. My skin heated, my nipples ached, and my other hand fisted against my thigh as I dragged my thumb over my clit. “I’m so close,” I said, hoping he’d let me find my release, but of course, he didn’t.
“Come here.” My orgasm was right there for the taking, but the tone in his voice told me that stopping would bring me way more pleasure than I’d give myself, so I paused, my clit throbbing and my walls twitching.
“I said, come here, Hana.”
I cried out from the loss as I eased my fingers out. My head spun, and I wobbled a little as I stood, the blood rushing back into my legs, but Roman was there, his free hand on my waist. He parted his lips, and I fed him my arousal-slick fingers, loving how he cleaned them with his tongue, sucking until he had tasted every drop.
Once he was done, he guided me to lie over his lap, and I waited for the slap to my cheeks, but it didn’t come. Instead, he stroked my back, tracing my spine. He played with my hair, dragging his fingers over my scalp. He massaged my arse and teased my thighs with his touch. He got close to my pussy again and again, but he never touched it, edging me to the point that my body hummed.
“Roman,” I let out when I couldn’t take any more.
“You can still use your safe word if you need to,” he said as if to reassure me, but I didn’t ever want this to stop. I did wish he had both hands to touch me. I relaxed onto his thighs, his cock trapped between us, my skin growing slick with the amount of precum dripping from him.
His finger slipping through my folds almost had me orgasming, then he teased my entrance, making my hips buck as I hoped to push him deeper, but it had the opposite result, and he went back to touching the rest of my body, my clit so swollen and needy it had its own heartbeat.
“Roman, please…”
“What do you need?” His voice was low, cracked with arousal.
“You. I need you, Ro. Please.”
He pushed three fingers inside me and then withdrew them again instantly. My body reacted with shock, my orgasm appearing like a blessing and then vanishing like it was all a dream.
I cried out, spreading my thighs, rolling my hips, chasing some sort of friction before I imploded. He did the same again and then again. Filling me, but not long enough to set off the orgasm I was so desperate for, I could barely breathe. My head floated, my body a live wire of need.
“Please, please, please.” My begs were interspersed with panting breaths and whimpering cries.
“Such a whore for me. So desperate to be stuffed full of my cock. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t ever forget who you belong to.”
45
ROMAN
I was aboutto lose my shit and come all over her tits as she lay across my thighs. This was one of my favourite positions to have Hana. And right now, she was like putty in my hands, taking the edging I was giving her like a queen.
Her body trembled, her arousal dripped from her, coating my fingers and wrist; the noise when I pushed inside her was loud and so fucking hot. Her pleading broke me, and all I could think about was slamming inside and feeling her tight walls strangle my cock.
My handcuffed arm was almost dead, held at a weird angle, and I yanked on it again, annoyed that I couldn’t flip us over and fuck her like I wanted, but then I got an idea. “Sit on my cock.”
Hana lifted her head, blinking a few times as she looked around us. Her eyes watered, her cheeks red, her hair messy. She looked perfect… like the version of Hana I was used to seeing. It was almost easy to forget what had happened tonight, but the cold metal around my wrist soon reminded me, although I didn’t want to think about that right now. I wanted to get lost in Hana and give her what she was begging for.
She moved quickly, straddling my thighs and sinking down slowly, taking me inch by inch, until we were both groaning as I bottomed out.
I buried my fingers in her hair, taking a moment for us to catch our breath. “Kiss me,” I said.
Hana let out a breathless sigh. “I didn’t know if you’d want me to. Or if this was just sex.”
I growled. “It’s never just sex with you, but fuck, I want to kiss you almost as much as I want to empty my aching balls inside you.”
She cupped my face with both hands and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was slow, and she pressed her tongue into my mouth, twisting and stroking, tasting me like mine was the last mouth she was ever going to experience, and that cracked something inside me. It didn’t matter what Hana had done or what had brought me here; I was going to take care of her… no matter what she needed.
I eased back a little, leaving only millimetres between us. “Wrap your legs around me.” She moved without question, groaning as she settled into her new position.
