It didn’t take long for my body to adjust to his size, and I stirred against him. He kissed me again and started moving.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open; they rolled into the back of my head. Every single thrust felt like pure bliss, like my body might break apart from sheer joy.
His body filled my sight when I opened my eyes, the strong lines of his shoulders, and the solid width of his chest. He was in me, around me, over me.
His thrusts became faster and harder, until I was gripping his hips and matching him speed for speed. I was right there on the cusp of orgasm, and I knew from the tension in his body that he was too.
He looked down at me as we moved, and our eyes locked. With one great, hard thrust, he buried himself all the way inside me. My eyes flew open and I cried out yet made no sound. Light burst behind my eyes as the most intense feeling I’d ever known ripped through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me.
Vaguely I heard his shout and I felt his cock pumping inside me. I knew he was going as well, but I couldn’t think beyond my own insane pleasure.
When it was done, he collapsed on the bed beside me and pulled me into his chest.
Every so often, my body would jerk with the aftershocks of his expert lovemaking. My entire body was boneless and satisfied. I prayed he felt the same.
Neither of us said a word; we couldn’t speak. Instead, we lay there in the dark and he drew lazy circles over my lower back as my cheek pillowed on his chest.
Eventually, he got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. I still couldn’t move. When he came back, the mattress dipped under his weight as he tucked the soft comforter up around me and pulled me back into his arms. He kissed my forehead and my cheek, then my lips.
If I could’ve stayed wrapped up like this with him forever, I absolutely would.
Chapter Thirty
Romeo
The war inside me was over.
The tension that plagued me was gone.
Rimmel was curled up beside me. Her small body fit against mine like she was the missing piece to the puzzle that was Roman Anderson. Her breathing was steady and her body was so relaxed I knew she was asleep. Over and over, I dragged my fingers through the length of her hair, loving the way she felt in my arms.
Usually once I slept with a girl, I ushered them out of my bed. Very rarely did one stay, unless I was drunk and passed out before I could tell them to leave.
I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her again. My body craved her like some illicit drug. Being inside Rimmel was all it took.
I knew where I fell between her, the frat, and my NFL dreams. Something Braeden said before reverberated through my head like a mantra.
You don’t need them. You got more than enough talent to bring in the NFL on your own.
He was totally right. I did. I’d been playing football for more than half my life. I trained hard and I played harder. I hadn’t become starting quarterback by my sophomore year at Alpha U because I had a nice smile.
The Omegas were shady. Zach was a turd. Becoming one of them was almost a step down. Yeah, they carried a prestigious reputation and they definitely wielded power on campus. But it just wasn’t enough anymore. I’d been on the inside. I saw the way they treated each other, the competition between them.
I thought frats were supposed to be like an extended family, a team.
They weren’t.
And I already had a team. The Wolves were my family. We watched each other’s backs and we didn’t try to break down one of our over petty jealousy shit.
That shit was for women.
Rimmel sighed against me and pressed a little closer. I turned my head and touched my lips to her forehead. Maybe if she hadn’t come along, I would have put up with the shit and waltzed right into Omega. I would have enjoyed overthrowing Zach.
But I couldn’t have everything, and I wanted Rimmel.
There was no way in hell I would subject her to the Omegas.
My thoughts were interrupted when a small hand worked its way across my abdominals and curved around my side. My hand tightened on her hip, and I felt her smile. Her hand moved back across my stomach and the muscles tightened in response. She lingered on them before slowly traveling lower, dipping her fingertips into the muscles that led down to my package.
My hips rotated of their own accord, and I let out a low moan. Her hand continued lower, her silky skin causing goose bumps to trail along behind her touch. When she met the short, wiry hair just above my cock, she paused. I didn’t say anything or urge her forward. I wanted her to move at her own pace.
My heart was thumping so hard I knew she could probably hear it against her ear, and my breathing turned shallow. She started moving again, pushing into the nest of curls and sliding down to where I was already achingly hard.
Her touch was cautious at first, and it drove me mad with desire. Her palm cupped my sack, testing the weight and exploring the fine skin that stretched across it. Fingertips grazed across my inner thighs until I clenched my jaw muscles against the urge to order her for more.
Slowly she became bolder, and then she wrapped her hand around the base of my rod. My chest rumbled with pleasure as she stroked up the length. Her fingers encircled my swollen head and she rocked it back and forth. I sucked in a deep breath as she continued to feel and stroke me.
Her glasses were on the mattress beside us, so when she lifted her head and stared up at me, all I saw was her round, brown eyes. It was too dark to see what color the center was tonight, but it didn’t matter.
Her tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip as she looked at, still stroking me beneath the blanket. “Can I taste you?” she whispered.
“Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want,” I rumbled.
She slid herself down my body, her dark head disappearing beneath the covers as she settled between my thighs.
The anticipation of what she was about to do was so intense I fisted the sheets in my hands.
Her hand slid down to the base of my cock and it jutted upward, likely pointing right at her. The slightly rough, wet texture of her tongue glided across my head, and all the muscles in my body tightened.
She hesitated a little at the jerking movement of my body, but when I didn’t say anything, she wrapped her lips around me and sucked me into her mouth.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a moan. She started dipping with rhythmic movements, sliding up and down, and her fingers caressed my inner thighs.
It was almost sensation overload. I’d received a lot of blowjobs over the last few years, and they were all basically the same.
But this one was different.
Everything in my world condensed down to her mouth and her hands. The little sounds she made as she tasted me made me even harder. Rimmel licked and teased until my cock started jerking and I knew I was going to blow. I reached beneath the covers and tangled my fingers in her hair.