Page 24 of By Any Other Name

The smell makes me pause and raise my fingers to my mouth. My lips tingle where Roman pressed his mouth to mine—not in a kiss, exactly. More to shock me, I think. To see what I’d do. I suppose, I fulfilled both our expectations when I ran from him.

I lick my lips, nipping at them, shivering now from the cold as well as nervous anticipation. From a wicked thought that good girls most definitely shouldn’t have.

Tentatively, I drop the robe, just slightly, letting it gape open at the front. The cold night air is even colder against my exposed nipples, and immediately they become hard little points just begging to be touched. To be sucked and licked.

I part my lips, letting in the scent of the licorice night air, as I reach up and draw a tiny circle around my nipple with my pointer finger. My heart pounds in time to my throbbing clit, and I stifle a moan as I press my thighs together.

What would have happened if I stayed?

“Live a little,”Roman says in my head.

I move both hands to run up my sides, squeezing and caressing my breasts. Imagining I have an audience standing below in the yard, watching me. Wanting me.

I open my mouth, gasping slightly as my pulse begins beating in my core. Begging me for more.

I glance behind me at my bed, barely illuminated in the dim light from the windows. No one would see. No one would know.

I cross to the bed and lie down on my back, letting my robe fall open until it hangs off my shoulders. I’m bare from the waist up, with my dress still covering my legs. Somehow that seems dirtier. More taboo. This whole thing is taboo. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. Shouldn’t like the idea of anyone watching me, yet I can feel how wet I am already. Can feel my panties soaked just by the idea of him.

“Well, there you go, good girl. Now you’re tainted.”

How right he was.

I pull the dress up until it pools around my waist again, reach down, running my hands up my bare thighs, over my stomach and hips, and along the waistband of my underwear. I dance my fingers along the simple cotton lace border, not yet dipping inside, prolonging the torture.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can just make out the shadowy furniture of my bedroom. The outline of my knees, spread wide on my bed, facing the dark, open doors to the empty balcony. The waving tops of the leafless trees in the yard. The sound of the wind and of distant voices outside, far off, as if they might be on the next street over sends a thrill through me. I’m exposed, yet completely alone.

“What does that mean, anyway?”Roman Montague says in my head. “What is a good girl?”

I bite my lip, thinking of that moment. How many ways that conversation could have turned. Now, in my head, in the dark, I don’t sass him back.

“Let me show you,” I say, and take a step backwards toward the bookshelf. My back presses against the hard ridges of the shelves, but I don’t care about the discomfort. My attention is completely focused on the dark, beautiful man in front of me.

Roman smirks at me, and follows, boxing me in. “Show me?” he chuckles, almost mocking. “Is that what you want? To show me how good you can be for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe, quaking with anticipation.

He leans in so close, I can taste his breath. Sweet and spicy at the same time. He reaches under my skirt and cups my pussy. I whimper as he slips two fingers inside me and pulls gently upward, as if to lift me off my feet. “I need you to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”

“Why?” I ask, trembling as he holds me captive, fingers knuckle-deep in my pussy, eyes impossible to turn away from.

“Because I’m going to lick every inch of your wet, needy cunt until you are begging for salvation and then I’m going to fuck you and give you my sin again.”

A soft whimper escapes my lips as I slide my own fingers down the front of my panties, rubbing gently over my throbbing clit, but already it’s not enough. I need more.

I twist my back and reach into my bedside table, pulling out my vibrator, fumbling to close the drawer again without getting up. It’s been ages since I used it, yet now, after just one conversation, I’m aching for him.

Roman flips me around, and presses me into the bookcase, his entire body warm and hard against my back. Tingles of pleasure travel all over my body from his mere presence. From his breath in my ear, his masculine scent, his cock, hard and straining against his suit pants to push into my back, his huge hands sliding up the backs of my thighs as his lips graze the shell of my ear.

I slide my ruined panties down my legs and my stomach swirls with arousal as the cold air hits my most sensitive skin.

I run the head of the wand over myself a few times before holding down the button, and the first soft vibration is an electric jolt to my system. It pulses against my slick core as I hold it just on the outside, refusing to move past the barrier of my outer lips.

I press my lips together, forcing myself to be quiet as he falls to his knees behind me, knocking my legs wider apart with a nudge of his shoulders. I’m trembling with anticipation, knowing there’s a party going on in the next room and if anyone walked in here right now I could never explain myself. But I don’t care, because I want him so much. I’ve never wanted anyone else.

My legs fall open even wider and I reach up to lift my hair off my neck as I move the head to press lightly against my clit. All my muscles clench at that first contact. My eyes are already closed, but I squeeze them tighter, as I roll my hips, desperate for more. More friction. More pressure.

My back bows and I whimper as Roman presses his face into me from behind, lapping at my entrance. Running his tongue over my pulsing, needy clit, just like he promised. He licks and sucks at my pussy, tasting me like he’s starving, and I writhe against his attention.

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