LOL: Laugh Out Loud (After Oscar, #2)(57)
High-Maintenance Houseguests And The Men Who (Don’t) Love Them
After getting Lolo and Larry settled, which involved sourcing a bottle of Pellegrino as well as a particular eye mask that Oscar seemed to keep scores of in a special minifridge, Roman and I were exhausted.
Well, at least I was. Roman always looked like he could go straight into a magazine cover shoot at a moment’s notice. The bastard.
Not that I minded. He was constant eye candy and boner fodder. And when we fell into his bed together again, I realized I’d been following him blindly.
“If you were hoping for me to sleep somewhere besides on top of your hot body, too bad,” I mumbled, draping myself across his chest and inhaling his scent.
Roman looked at me like I was crazy. “Why would I want you to sleep somewhere else?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t want to assume.”
He snickered. “You know what they say about that word.”
“No, what?” I asked with a straight face.
“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure u need to give me your ass.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
Roman rolled on top of me. We were both stripped down to our underwear, and I could feel his big heavy cock hard against my thigh through the smooth cotton of his boxer briefs. His body was so warm and solid above me. I wanted him to pound me into the mattress, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience or stamina for anything more than a quick frot or suck.
His grin was goddamned adorable, and it softened when he met my eyes so that when his lips landed on mine, the kiss was gentle and sweet. It didn’t at all match the intensity of the wrestling and tickling we’d done earlier. This was something different, something intimate. Our eyes were still open despite the kiss, and it struck me that it was the first time I’d ever looked at a man while kissing him.
I brought my hand up to touch his face with the tips of my fingers, to feel the softness of the whiskers he’d never bothered to shave off that day. The rolling of his hips had changed from grinding to teasing. It was too light to give me any satisfaction. I brought my legs around him and pushed my dick up into him, seeking more.
Roman’s hand came down between us to squeeze me through my briefs. Fuckkkk it felt so good when he touched me. I moaned into his mouth.
“What do you want, sweet Scotty?” he murmured against the skin of my jaw.
“You,” I said breathlessly. “You inside me. You sucking me. Touching me. Anything. You making me come. Please.”
His big hand reached inside my briefs and grasped my shaft, tugging enough to make my head spin and my cock fill even more.
“Oh fuck yes, like that.” I moved my own hand down to do the same to him, reaching into his boxer briefs until I could take hold of his own warm cock. Roman groaned against my throat.
“Fuck, baby. That feels good.” The deep rumble of Roman’s voice vibrated against my chest, and the wet trail of his openmouthed kisses snaked down my neck to my collarbone.
We jacked each other, panting and exclaiming how good it felt until I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Roman,” I gasped. “Fuck—”
When the orgasm hit, he surged up and took my mouth, continuing to stroke me through my release. As soon as the wet fluid hit my belly and his hand, he came too, shooting all over my stomach and chest and hand. Something about being pinned down and covered in our combined releases made me feel completely dominated and owned by Roman. There was something erotically primal about it. With a touch of the forbidden as well knowing just how off-limits he would be to me under normal circumstances. Knowing how crazy the tabloids would go if they found out Roman Burke was sleeping with the likes of me.
Roman’s thick muscled thigh pressed between my legs as he shifted part of his weight off me. I could have sworn I heard him mumble something about not being able to get enough of me, but maybe that was just my brain indulging in a little wishful thinking.
I lay there a few more minutes to catch my breath before shimmying out from under him to clean up.
“Stay.” His voice was sleepy and rough. I looked back over my shoulder to see him propped up on an elbow. His body was magnificent, like something out of a centerfold. His hair was sticking up in a wild tangle that made him look less than perfect, and it endeared him to me, as if the man needed more endearing.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower.” I turned back and made my way through the darkened room to the warm tile floor of the fancy bathroom. I’d never known tile to be warm before, but Roman had explained that there were heating elements in it. I wondered how much heated bathroom floors added to the home’s heat bill, and that led me to wondering what the heating bill for this monstrosity was. I couldn’t even begin to imagine.
I tried forcing thoughts of money out of my mind and focused instead on figuring out how to work all the switches and dials on the wall of the shower. I finally got at least one waterfall to start pouring from the myriad showerheads and spigots and stepped carefully onto the strange wooden decking to rinse off.
The hot water felt amazing, and I stood under it forever simply enjoying the ability to do so. After a while, I felt a slight draft followed by the warm dry hands of a sleepy giant step up behind me.
“Having fun?” he mumbled into the back of my neck as he pressed a kiss there.