Page 15 of The London Chance

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

Thankfully, Roman didn’t ask any stupid questions, like…are you sure? He nodded decisively and kissed me hard, kicking his jeans off and gesturing for me to lose the sweatpants before smacking my ass.

“Upstairs. Now.”

He laced his fingers with mine and pulled me after him, caveman-style.

Roman’s bedroom was across the hall from the one I’d slept in last night. My focus was on the massive king-sized mattress, but I noticed that it was decorated with a studied masculine flair…dark-navy duvet with thin white stripes, a leather chair in the corner, heavy ornate pieces of furniture, and a ginormous flat-screen.

I pulled the duvet and sheets aside and sat on the edge of the mattress while he rooted in his nightstand for supplies. He rolled a condom on in record time and snapped open the lube.

“How do you want me? On my hands and knees or—”

“I want to see you. Lie down and open your legs. That’s it. Let me see that pretty hole. Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he grunted, swiping a lubed digit over my puckered entrance.

Holy shit, he was coming at me fast…throwing all kinds of sexy, dirty heat my way. I did my best not to whimper when he breached my hole, showering me with a new round of nasty compliments.So tight, so hot, so fucking sweet.

He finger-fucked me, adding a second digit and a third. I had to be the poster boy for debauchery with my thighs spread in blatant invitation while I jerked myself silly. I didn’t think I’d ever been so desperate for dick in my life.

“No more teasing. I need—oh! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck…”

I trembled as Roman pushed his way inside. When he was balls deep, he lowered himself onto his elbows. We shared another one of those “How did we get here?” looks that might have been humorous if we weren’t so strung out. Then he began to move.

A slight roll of hips, a small kiss on the forehead. A small rocking motion—back and forth, back and forth—a possessive slide of lips. He was an expert at building rhythm. Every thrust stoked my prostate, sending a sensual fissure through my veins.

Roman caged my head between his arms, shoving his tongue in my mouth as he moved faster and faster. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and went along for the ride. My cock was trapped between our sweat-slicked torsos, and I was okay with that. Though the steady pump and grind in the tight space would tip me over the edge if I wasn’t careful.

I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. Roman above me, plowing my ass, sucking my tongue, biting my jaw, and singing my praises.So tight, so hot, so fucking sweet.

And when heat and pleasure sizzled along my spine, I believed him. Crazier still, I felt like I’d been waiting for him to say all these wicked things to me. That under the guise of long-distance trivia and friendly banter, something in me knew he was always the one. The one…who’d tease me, please me, fuck me. The one who’d remind me how to trust, how to let go, and just…feel.

At that very moment…with him moving like thunder inside me and surrounding me so perfectly, I wanted to be someone to him. I wanted to open up and give him something in return. I wasn’t equipped to do anything more than hang on for my life, though. So I did.

I pulled his hair, scratched his back, dug my heels into his ass, and kissed him senseless until the tempo escalated to a level neither of us could control.

Roman’s steady rhythm faltered and fell apart. He came with a roar, holding me tight as he bucked his hips. I snaked my hand between us, tugging my cock as he pulsed inside me, filling the condom. I wished it were me. I wanted to feel his cum in me, dripping from my hole, and—

That was it for me. My release hit so hard, my vision blurred. Hell, I might have even blacked out.

Next thing I knew, Roman was bathing me with a damp cloth and urging me to drink water. I think? I batted the cloth aside and snuggled up to him, burrowing into his side. Which left him with two choices. He could either surrender to cuddle time or tell me to get my ass in gear and get moving.

When he gave in to option cuddle, I had a feeling my week in London was going to be a good one after all.

4

ROMAN

“How does a guy like you end up with a heart-shaped birthmark?” Chance rubbed the inside of my thigh, trailing his fingers under my boxer briefs before reaching for a biscuit on the coffee table.

“I must be sweet.”

He barked a laugh. “Are you, though?”

“No.”

Chance winked. “You must be a little sweet, or you’d have kicked me to the curb by now. I promise I’ll leave when my tea goes cold.”

“Are you sure you know where your hotel is?” I teased.