Page 7 of Freed
~Five~
ALANNAH
When Roman pulled the car over, I thought I had said something wrong, but when he looked over at me, his eyes said something different. I’d seen that look before. Just like me, there was a hunger inside him that needed to be fed. Our eyes never left each other’s until he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. The minute his tongue mingled with mine, I could feel the heat between my legs. His mouth went to my ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe, driving me insane with pleasure. With a soft whisper, he said, “Remove those wet panties, Lanie.”
How he knew that my panties were wet was beyond me, but I had no problem doing as he asked. I had never had sex in a car before. Then again, I had never met a man that I wanted more than Roman. Releasing the seatbelt, I kicked off my kitty heels, and simultaneously lifted my hips while unbuttoning my jeans before lowering them down my legs. Thank God for Lucky jeans. Maybe moments like this were where they got the brand name from. Giggling inside, I heard Roman. “Now, Lanie. I want to be buried deep inside that tight little pussy of yours.”
Roman moved his seat back to give me the space I needed so that I could straddle him. His pants and briefs were already lowered, and his cock was at full attention before I even moved. My eyes fell to his impressive erection. My tongue darted out of my mouth, knowing that I was going to get a piece of something utterly delicious. Swinging my leg over the center console, I positioned my body over his lap and placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. Roman’s head fell against the leather headrest as I eased my body lower, more than ready to take him in.
As my hands fell to the back of the seat, one on each side of his head, he was already gripping my hips, guiding me further down his shaft. Our lips somehow found each other, colliding together in the same fashion that our bodies did. I slowly lifted my hips before pushing down on him. It was an agonizing tease even for me as I continued my play, since I had all the control. My play got the best of me when I felt my release beckoning to be freed. “Not yet, Lanie.”
I thought that if I forfeited my control, I would be able to hold back, but when Roman began moving against me, my need to come took over. “I can’t.”
♥ ♥ ♥
Ten minutes later, I was back in my seat and buckled in. Having sex in a car resulted in the best orgasm I had ever had in such a short amount of time. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the control or the fact that we might be caught. Even though Roman drove off the main road, the side road we ended up on was still pretty busy. Luckily, we were back in our seats and were seen as lost tourists rather than two sex-crazed people having incredible sex in the front seat.
Other than the information Roman shared with me about his childhood, the day was amazing. Hoover Dam was more than I expected, and with the information that was available at the tourist information center, I learned everything possible about it. Diverting my gaze from the dam, I looked at Roman and spotted the sadness on his face. If I had to guess, the sight brought back memories of his childhood and his time here with his parents and grandparents. I didn’t remember my mom or my grandparents, but I knew how heartbreaking it was to lose my father. I could sympathize with Roman. A loss is a tragic thing, especially when it involves loved ones.
As we walked away from the dam and back to the car, not once did Roman release my hand. There was something intimate about us being together like this. I wasn’t sure what having a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship was about, but if it was anything like how we spent the past couple of days, I could really get used to it.Maybe one day he would consider me his girlfriend.
While my head was spinning with unrealistic thoughts, I didn’t hear Roman. “How about we grab something to eat before we head back to Vegas?”
Catching the words ‘eat’ and ‘Vegas,’ I replied, “I am a little hungry.”
Roman gave my hand a light squeeze. “Good. I think we passed a restaurant on our way here.”
The place we had passed was more of a bar and grill than a restaurant. When Roman pulled the door open, there was a young woman wearing super short shorts and a top that barely covered her ample ‘DD’ breasts greeting us. I felt self-conscious about the way she looked in comparison to me. Because of that, I crossed my arms at my chest and covered my ‘C’ cups. That all changed when Roman looked at her as an employee of the establishment rather than eye candy. The smile that took up most of her face went south when Roman said, “I think we will just sit at the bar.”
The hostess stepped aside once Roman made it clear that he wasn’t interested. I wanted to do a fist pump, but instead, I tilted my head and turned up my nose at her as we walked past. It might have been a childish reaction, but it made me feel better, nonetheless.
Roman pulled out the barstool for me before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. My eyes reverted back to the hostess, knowing that she was still watching us, or rather Roman. It was only when another customer entered that she turned away. Before Roman moved away, he whispered, “I think I like you being jealous.”
Crap.I thought I was careful. Meeting his eyes, I said, “I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, Lanie, never be sorry for how you feel.”
Wanting nothing more than to get away from this conversation, I picked up the menu and studied it. “I wonder what is good here.”
I hadn’t noticed the bartender standing in front of us on the other side of the bar. “The Philly beef and cheese sliders are a good start.”
