Page 100 of Necessary Roughness
“Unless you want to stay home and celebrate another way,” Logan said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“Maybe,” I said. “Or we could go to a party, get the public celebrations out of our system, andthencome home and have our own private celebration.”
Knox scratched his chin. “Hmm. Tempting.”
Then the door opened and Roman came inside. I turned to him with a smile, ready to tell him how proud I was of his performance today, but the look on his face stopped me. A look of determination.
Before I could ask what was up, he dropped his bag on the floor, picked me up like I weighed nothing, and threw me over his shoulder. As he carried me into his room, the last thing I heard was Logan saying, “I guess that answers that.”
Roman was an animal with a singular focus, tearing off my clothes between kisses and grabbing parts of my body like the world was ending in ten minutes. I leaned into his desire, feeding off the passion as he pressed a hand on my chest and held me down on the bed, driving his cock into me with headstrong need. The cry of pleasure that flew from my throat was louder than I intended, but there was no muffling myself as he kept that strong hand on my sternum and began fucking me like it was the only thing he’d been thinking about during the game.
I reached for my clit, and his hand snatched it away so he could take care of me himself. With one hand holding me down, and the other rubbing my clit withjustthe right amount of pressure, I was totally under his control.
I surrendered to him, and it wasfreeing.
My climax surprised even me, rushing up to meet me and then spinning me around like a dandelion caught on the wind.I was still shuddering from the aftershocks when he suddenly flipped me over, pulling me up until I was on my hands and knees. Roman grabbed my hips with both hands and then filled me from behind, a groan erupting from his lips that might have come from a bear rather than a college student.
I gazed over my shoulder and was enraptured by the sight of him slamming into me from behind, over and over, the massive muscles in his arms bulging with the force of holding onto me.
I came a second time without ever needing to touch myself, my inner walls spasming around his hard length and my legs turning to rubber. But his grip on me was steadfast, holding me upright until he finished, jackhammering into my pussy before roaring so loudly I wondered if he was trying to prove a point to his teammates.
It was music to my ears, and I drank in the sight of him as he came apart, eyes locking onto mine with a vulnerability within that let me know this was special.
He clung to me after, fingers stronger than ever, digging into my flesh as he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder blades. His breath was warm on my skin, the bristles along his jaw scratching against my body in a satisfying way while we remained joined for a few moments longer.
“That,” I said after we’d adjusted and relaxed, “was exactly what I needed. It was a long bus ride home.”
“Our bus ride was long, too,” Roman replied. “I spent a lot of it thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I was cuddled into the crook of his arm, and felt him nod rather than saw it. “I fantasized about coming home, throwing you over my shoulder, and showing you that I can be a better participant than observer.”
“Mmm, you sure can,” I said. “Does this mean you’re interested in doing this again? You want to join our… whatever it is?”
“I have a question, first,” he said.
“Hit me.”
“Why did you invite me into your room on Thursday night?”
“I don’t know,” I mused. “I was kind of drunk.”
I felt his massive torso tense. “Ouch.”
“Shit. Sorry.” I pushed up onto an elbow so I could look into his dark eyes. “The alcohol helped lower my inhibitions, but the desire was already there. Hidden deep down where I didn’t even realize it was building since I moved in.” I stroked my fingers through his black hair, admiring the shape of his jawline. “I’m comfortable around you, Roman. That’s the biggest thing. When I first met you back in August, you were this enormous, intimidating football player. You grunted rather than spoke, and glared at me—and at Knox and Logan. But after living with you, and more importantly getting toknowyou, I’ve come to realize the truth.”
His voice was a deep rumble. “What truth is that?”
“That deep down, you’re a big softie.” I prodded his hairy chest, as if I could penetrate down to his core. “You’re intelligent, and sensitive, and so much more complex than I originally thought.”
Roman sighed, and I felt his body relax beneath me. I hadn’t even realized he was tense.
“You were annoying as hell when you first moved in.”
“Hey!”
“A constant annoyance, distracting my teammates, which in turn distracted me.” His palm slid to my lower back, strong and reassuring. “But I’ve grown accustomed to your presence. You’recheerful, and focused in a way most college students aren’t. You smell nice. It balances out Logan and Knox.”
