Page 32 of Say It Slowly

As we kiss, I claw at him, tearing the buttons off his shirt to get at his hard chest. His skin is warm and sun-kissed, and I’d bet anything it tastes like the ocean.

He grabs at me, tearing at my bra and the strap of my dress, pulling them both down to reveal my naked breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and it’s like an electric shock moving through me. I twist my body and rise up on one knee as we frantically grope each other. It’s not gentle. It’s not romantic. It’s rough and primitive. All the anger, and rage we both feel is being channeled into this kiss.

He pulls back so he can suck on my nipple, his hand roving over my body, finding the hem of my skirt.

When his fingers find my panties, he groans, the sound vibrating against my breast. “You’re so damn wet for me.”

With one hand, he moves his seat back, lowering the backrest so it’s almost flat, and then he drags me roughly over the center console, into his lap. I’m straddling him now, and his hand is still up my skirt. Once I’m situated, he pushes my panties aside and slips one long finger into me.

“Oh, yes, baby,” he moans as I grind against his hand. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Take it. Take what you need.”

I feel powerful like this, on top of him, grinding against his hand. And after what happened yesterday, I feel more free with him. Like, we’ve both shown each other the ugly parts of ourselves and somehow survived it.

I slip my arms out of my dress and bra straps, so my top half is fully exposed. It’s the middle of the day, and anyone could walk up on us, but I don’t even care, that’s how far gone I am.Someone can get a free show for all I care. All I can focus on now is Roman and his magical hand.

I adjust slightly, giving him better access, but the space we're in is tight, and the hard plastic console is digging into my shin. But the pain just adds to the chaotic mix of need, and urgency. “More. Harder,” I whisper, not recognizing my own voice. “Don’t hold back.”

Something flashes in his eyes, like a fire that’s been ignited. Like everything he’s been trying to suppress is suddenly released, untethered.

With a growl, he rises up and kisses me on the neck, then my breasts, biting my nipples, devouring every inch of skin he can reach. Meanwhile, he’s fucking me with his hand, slipping two, then three fingers inside me.

“God, what have you done to me, Lux?” he murmurs against my breast as I undulate on top of him, forcing him to pick up his pace. A riptide of pleasure is swirling inside me, pulling me under, threatening to completely consume me. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His voice is doing things to me, taking me to places I didn’t even know existed between two people. And I can’t handle it. Not right now. Now I just want pleasure. I don’t want to think about what all that other shit might mean.

I grab his chin with one hand forcefully, and pull his head back, holding it there, so I can look into his eyes. He blinks up at me, and a feeling of power comes over me. I have this campus god at my mercy. I can see it in his eyes. In this moment, he’d do anything for me, and that look is sexy as hell.

“Shut the fuck up,” I say harshly.

But habits die hard, and he opens his mouth to say something. I pull my hand back and slap him hard across the face. His fingers are still inside me, and for a second, I wonderwhat he’s going to do. Is he going to pull away and refuse to finish me?

He blinks, and presses his lips together. “Lux…”

My hand finds his throat, and I push him back against the backrest, so he’s flat. He’s more vulnerable this way, and I like it. “I said shut the fuck up.”

Anger flashes in his eyes, and I feel the tension in his body, but he slowly starts finger-fucking me again, and that all-too-familiar pressure starts building inside me. He watches my face intently as his thumb brushes over my clit

“Oh, yes,” I breathe, nearly coming out of my skin. “Please.”

One hand on his chest, my other hand is still curled around his throat. I squeeze as the power of his invasion rocks through me. He reaches so deep inside, I feel like I’m going to split apart.

His pace is fast now, and he’s fucking me so hard with his hand that I’m gasping, trying to pull air into my lungs.

“That’s it, baby. Move for me,” he rasps, mouth open, watching me. Staring at my face. “Take it.”

An orgasm crashes over me just as I lean down to kiss him. Our tongues mingle as wave after wave of heat courses through me. Every muscle in my body goes tight, then releases. It’s powerful and fuckingglorious.

As soon as it’s over, he removes his hand from me, and I ease off his throat, lowering so I’m sitting on his lap. His cock is rock hard, like a long shaft of marble wrapped in denim. I’ve already come, and the nice thing to do would be to get him off, too.

But I’m not nice.

I climb off him, tugging my bra and dress straps up as I awkwardly slip back into the passenger seat. Roman rights himself, fixing his seat. To his credit, he doesn’t mention the fact that I just blue-balled him.

Actually, what happens next is worse. He slings his arm over the steering wheel, and struggles to gather himself. When hefinally looks over me, I expect to see the same disgust I saw yesterday, but instead, I see something much darker.

Something shifts between us. I don’t even know what it is, but it scares me. It feels heavy, whatever it is.

“Say something,” I choke out, pressing myself against the car door, physically placing myself as far away from him as possible.

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