I didn’t really have to think about it. I already knew. My body wanted him so badly I almost hurt. The need, the want, the feelings swimming around inside me all eclipsed that little bit of fear I felt at giving myself to him.
I brushed the backs of my fingers across his cheek. “Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes lifted to mine, staring at me through the dark, looking for confirmation of what I just said.
He saw it.
He kissed me again.
And then he put the car in drive.
By the time he parked near his house, my knees were shaking. It wasn’t because I was having second thoughts, but I was nervous. I was about to have sex with Romeo. I was going to do something that would make him a part of me forever.
Most college girls probably didn’t think about it like that, but I did. I knew I was the kind of person that couldn’t do something like this without it altering me at least in some way forever.
When the car was off, he turned and looked at me through the dark. “If you changed your mind, I’ll take you home right now.”
“I didn’t.”
He came around to my side of the car when I was climbing out. His body was a good shield against the cold air as he wrapped his arm around my waist and walked us inside. The only light he turned on was in the hall leading back to his bedroom.
It filtered into the large space, giving the room a soft glow. In the center was a gigantic bed. It made my bed at the dorm seem like it belonged in a dollhouse. The comforter was white and flung up like it was a last-minute effort to make the bed. Up near the dark wooden headboard, there were pillows lining the mattress, making the top of the blankets look lumpy.
There was a set of windows off to my right, but they were covered with curtains. There were a few more traditional pieces of furniture, like dressers and nightstands. Hanging on the wall directly across from the bed was a large flat-screen TV and below it was a fireplace. I smiled when I saw it because I could imagine Romeo watching football games in bed.
But it didn’t really matter what was in the room.
What mattered was who was in here with me.
His hand lightly pressed to the small of my back, and I turned. His arm slid around me and I was brought up against him. “You’re shaking,” he said, a frown lacing his tone.
“I know.”
“We don’t have to,” he said. “I’m a patient man.”
“Are you really?” I asked, my tone slightly rueful.
His white teeth flashed. “For you I would be.” The sincerity in his voice was my undoing.
“No more talking,” I whispered.
He groaned and lifted me off my feet. My legs wound around his waist, and I sighed when my center came into contact with his muscled body. He didn’t take me to the bed as I suspected he would.
Instead, he carried me across the room and sat in a leather chair I hadn’t even noticed. My feet were pinned between his back and the cushion, and I rocked a little in his lap to get closer.
A low growl filled the room and he reached up to strip the blazer off my body and peel it down my arms. When it was gone, he leaned up and kissed me, splaying his hands out over my ribs.
He kissed like he wasn’t in a hurry, even though I felt the persistent need between his legs. I couldn’t help but rock against it every few minutes and then gasp at the sensations the movement sent through me.
His hands were all over me. Across my stomach, down my back, and he filled his hands with my breasts more than once.
Eventually he stripped off my T-shirt and reached for the necklace. “That’s important,” I whispered and he nodded. He placed the necklace gently on the small table beside the chair and then reached around me for the clasp on my bra. It gave way easily, and the fabric sprang open in the back.
Before he pulled it away he looked up at me, just to make sure it was okay.
I held his gaze as I reached up and pulled each strap down one by one and then tossed the entire thing off into the darkness.
His lips fastened on one of my nipples immediately. I arched into him and cried out. It felt so damn good. My fingers dug into his back, and I realized he was still wearing his shirt.
I pulled at it, wanting it gone, wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingers.
He left my breast to pull it off and toss it aside and then came back, lavishing even more attention on my needy flesh.
I let my head fall back, and he reached behind me to tangle his fingers in the long strands of my hair. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensations rocking my body, and he sucked and pulled at each breast.
When I started moving restlessly against him, he pulled back and I crashed my lips to his. I dragged my nails down the sides of his spine and kissed him with every ounce of passion I had inside me.
Without breaking the kiss, he got up with me still in his arms and carried me across the room to the bed. Instead of laying me across it, he let me slide down his body until my feet touched the floor.
I kicked out of my boots and he did the same. My eyes were presented with the wide expanse of his chest. He was so sculpted and smooth. The ridges of each muscle in his body were incredibly defined. Without thought, I traced those lines with my tongue.
His hand found its way into my hair and held me to him as I kissed his chest and abs. When I leaned up to kiss across his shoulders, my fingers found the waistband of his jeans and dipped inside.
He muttered my name, which sounded more like a prayer, and I reveled in the power I seemed to hold over him. In that moment, he seemed as vulnerable as I was, and it made us totally equal.
I was no longer the #nerd with no friends. He was no longer the popular jock with a million conquests under his belt.
I was just a girl.
He was just a guy.
And there were just a million different emotions spiraling around the room with us.
I reached for the button on his jeans and let it free. Then I kissed along that V-shaped muscle that always drew my eye. He groaned and pulled me up to crash his mouth over mine and delved his tongue deep into my mouth.
The way my silky hair brushed against my bare back only heightened my senses, and I pushed against him farther, loving the feel of our bare chests meeting.
Romeo scooped me up into his arms and kissed me again, then laid me across the bed. He left me long enough to shuck his jeans, and then he reached for the waistband of my leggings. They joined his jeans in seconds flat.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he dragged his fingers up the insides of my legs. I was shaking so much now that I couldn’t make it stop. When he got to my center, he curved his hands out to slide up over my hip and then up to my breasts once more.
He kneeled on the bed between my legs to stare down at me before pressing me into the mattress with his body. He was so warm and delicious feeling that I licked my lips.
We kissed some more, our hands roaming over one another, learning everything we could. His hips rocked into me steadily, and eventually my body joined in the rhythm. Soon we were swaying together, the movements growing more desperate with every thrust.
“Romeo,” I whimpered when I felt like I couldn’t take any more.
“I got you,” he whispered and slid down my body, trailing kisses as he went. He hooked two thumbs in the waistband of my panties and tugged the fabric free. He smoothed his hands over my shaven area and sucked in a breath.
Two fingers dipped down to my center and met with silky juices. “Shit, Rimmel,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I was beyond talking. In fact, I barely heard what he said. I was so far gone on the cusp of passion that nothing else mattered.
One of his fingers slipped into my opening and slid in and out. My moan filled the darkness. Another finger joined it, and for long, blissful moments, he pumped his fingers in and out, stretching my walls and making me pant.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he finally groaned and pulled out.
I g
asped at the loss of his hands, and he chuckled. I heard a drawer being opened and the distinct rip of a foil packet. Romeo was back on the bed between my legs in a matter of moments.
Using his hands, he spread my thighs wide and settled between them.
I tensed slightly, ready for him to push inside me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he rested his arms on either side of my head and cupped my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He kissed me the exact moment he plunged into my body. I cried out, and he swallowed the sound. I was tight and he felt large. My body burned a little as it stretched around his girth, and he held himself still, trying not to hurt me.
It didn’t take long for my body to adjust to his size, and I stirred against him. He kissed me again and started moving.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open; they rolled into the back of my head. Every single thrust felt like pure bliss, like my body might break apart from sheer joy.
His body filled my sight when I opened my eyes, the strong lines of his shoulders, and the solid width of his chest. He was in me, around me, over me.
His thrusts became faster and harder, until I was gripping his hips and matching him speed for speed. I was right there on the cusp of orgasm, and I knew from the tension in his body that he was too.
He looked down at me as we moved, and our eyes locked. With one great, hard thrust, he buried himself all the way inside me. My eyes flew open and I cried out yet made no sound. Light burst behind my eyes as the most intense feeling I’d ever known ripped through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me.
Vaguely I heard his shout and I felt his cock pumping inside me. I knew he was going as well, but I couldn’t think beyond my own insane pleasure.
When it was done, he collapsed on the bed beside me and pulled me into his chest.
Every so often, my body would jerk with the aftershocks of his expert lovemaking. My entire body was boneless and satisfied. I prayed he felt the same.
Neither of us said a word; we couldn’t speak. Instead, we lay there in the dark and he drew lazy circles over my lower back as my cheek pillowed on his chest.
Eventually, he got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. I still couldn’t move. When he came back, the mattress dipped under his weight as he tucked the soft comforter up around me and pulled me back into his arms. He kissed my forehead and my cheek, then my lips.
If I could’ve stayed wrapped up like this with him forever, I absolutely would.
Chapter Thirty
Romeo
The war inside me was over.
The tension that plagued me was gone.
Rimmel was curled up beside me. Her small body fit against mine like she was the missing piece to the puzzle that was Roman Anderson. Her breathing was steady and her body was so relaxed I knew she was asleep. Over and over, I dragged my fingers through the length of her hair, loving the way she felt in my arms.
Usually once I slept with a girl, I ushered them out of my bed. Very rarely did one stay, unless I was drunk and passed out before I could tell them to leave.
I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her again. My body craved her like some illicit drug. Being inside Rimmel was all it took.
I knew where I fell between her, the frat, and my NFL dreams. Something Braeden said before reverberated through my head like a mantra.
You don’t need them. You got more than enough talent to bring in the NFL on your own.
He was totally right. I did. I’d been playing football for more than half my life. I trained hard and I played harder. I hadn’t become starting quarterback by my sophomore year at Alpha U because I had a nice smile.
The Omegas were shady. Zach was a turd. Becoming one of them was almost a step down. Yeah, they carried a prestigious reputation and they definitely wielded power on campus. But it just wasn’t enough anymore. I’d been on the inside. I saw the way they treated each other, the competition between them.
I thought frats were supposed to be like an extended family, a team.
They weren’t.
And I already had a team. The Wolves were my family. We watched each other’s backs and we didn’t try to break down one of our over petty jealousy shit.
That shit was for women.
Rimmel sighed against me and pressed a little closer. I turned my head and touched my lips to her forehead. Maybe if she hadn’t come along, I would have put up with the shit and waltzed right into Omega. I would have enjoyed overthrowing Zach.
But I couldn’t have everything, and I wanted Rimmel.
There was no way in hell I would subject her to the Omegas.
My thoughts were interrupted when a small hand worked its way across my abdominals and curved around my side. My hand tightened on her hip, and I felt her smile. Her hand moved back across my stomach and the muscles tightened in response. She lingered on them before slowly traveling lower, dipping her fingertips into the muscles that led down to my package.
My hips rotated of their own accord, and I let out a low moan. Her hand continued lower, her silky skin causing goose bumps to trail along behind her touch. When she met the short, wiry hair just above my cock, she paused. I didn’t say anything or urge her forward. I wanted her to move at her own pace.
My heart was thumping so hard I knew she could probably hear it against her ear, and my breathing turned shallow. She started moving again, pushing into the nest of curls and sliding down to where I was already achingly hard.
Her touch was cautious at first, and it drove me mad with desire. Her palm cupped my sack, testing the weight and exploring the fine skin that stretched across it. Fingertips grazed across my inner thighs until I clenched my jaw muscles against the urge to order her for more.
Slowly she became bolder, and then she wrapped her hand around the base of my rod. My chest rumbled with pleasure as she stroked up the length. Her fingers encircled my swollen head and she rocked it back and forth. I sucked in a deep breath as she continued to feel and stroke me.
Her glasses were on the mattress beside us, so when she lifted her head and stared up at me, all I saw was her round, brown eyes. It was too dark to see what color the center was tonight, but it didn’t matter.
Her tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip as she looked at, still stroking me beneath the blanket. “Can I taste you?” she whispered.
“Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want,” I rumbled.
She slid herself down my body, her dark head disappearing beneath the covers as she settled between my thighs.
The anticipation of what she was about to do was so intense I fisted the sheets in my hands.
Her hand slid down to the base of my cock and it jutted upward, likely pointing right at her. The slightly rough, wet texture of her tongue glided across my head, and all the muscles in my body tightened.
She hesitated a little at the jerking movement of my body, but when I didn’t say anything, she wrapped her lips around me and sucked me into her mouth.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a moan. She started dipping with rhythmic movements, sliding up and down, and her fingers caressed my inner thighs.
It was almost sensation overload. I’d received a lot of blowjobs over the last few years, and they were all basically the same.
But this one was different.
Everything in my world condensed down to her mouth and her hands. The little sounds she made as she tasted me made me even harder. Rimmel licked and teased until my cock started jerking and I knew I was going to blow. I reached beneath the covers and tangled my fingers in her hair.
“Come here,” I said, my voice so deep and thick I didn’t even recognize it.
When her face cleared the comforter, I could see the need in her eyes as well. I flung a hand out to the dresser and grabbed a condom.
“Wanna help?” I asked.
Her eyes went to the packet and she nodded. She was still sitting on her knees between my thighs as I ripped i
t open and smoothed it over my head. I took her hand and guided it down as we both rolled the latex over my length.
I hooked my hands beneath her arms and lifted her so she was straddling my waist. I could feel the slick heat of her core and I knew she was already ready for me.
“I’ve never…” Her voice fell away when my cock rocked against her center.
“I know,” I whispered. “Trust me.”
She nodded and lifted a little as I positioned myself at her entrance. I palmed her tiny waist and slowly guided her down, inch by inch.
“Ohh,” she purred.
Smug satisfaction burst in my chest when I caught the blissful look on her face. She started rocking without any kind of instruction. Her hips rolled and moved in perfect cadence with mine. Her body above me was on full display, and I ran my hands over her curves and kneaded her breasts as she rode me.
“Romeo,” she whispered, her hair falling over her shoulders and her lips swollen from my kisses.
I jerked up into a sitting position and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her legs automatically went around me, and the angle of my cock inside her changed and deepened.
Her breasts pressed against my chest and her forehead fell against my shoulder. Her fingernails cut into my back as we rocked together. I held her as tight as I could. I wanted as close to her as possible.
Tension built up inside me until my movements almost became desperate.
She moaned and made a sound, rubbing against me. I rolled, pinning her beneath me, and thrust deep. She splintered apart in that second, her cry filling the room. I followed right behind her as I spilled my seed.
Once I could think again, my arms were shaking with the effort to not crush her, so I rolled off and onto my back. “Fuck, Rimmel.”
She was silent a moment, and I turned my head.
She was chewing on her bottom lip. “Did I do something wrong?”
A groan ripped out of me, and I rolled onto my side and tossed my arm across her waist. “Not one damn thing. I just hope this wasn’t too much for your first time.”
The air around us changed. Something intruded on our moment. Something dark. Something I didn’t like.
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