Chapter 141
-OLIVIA-
I stood right outside the stall, breathing hard, hand against my chest.
My cheeks were on fire.
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I could not believe what I had just seen. Roman completely naked. His ass. His cock. Giant. The thing was so fucking huge. I had always known he was packing. Not like that.
I licked my lips again because I wanted a taste. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him.
What was stopping me?
I had used my body to win the volleyball game on purpose. I had made my tits bounce for him. I had watched him get flustered while Tessa lost her mind trying to figure out why her star teammate could not hit a ball. I knew he was hard because of me.
It wasn’t for anyone else. I’d seen him looking. I knew it was only because of me.
So why could I not help him take care of it? I was the reason he was in this position right now. It would be unfair of me to just leave him like that without offering some sort of assistance…from my mouth.
He was clearly struggling. I could hear his sexy grunts through the wood.
I did not think.
I rushed back inside. Luckily, he still hadn’t bothered to lock the door. I was sure he wasn’t expecting me to return after what I’d just walked into. Well, he was in for a surprise. I was about to show him just how unpredictable I could be.
Roman looked shattered with shock when I opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it again. I locked it this time. I could not have anyone walking in on us.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I did not answer.
I dropped to my knees in front of him. I saw the panic on his face.
Water hit my shoulders. The sky was a bright square above us. He was still hard, flushed, bigger up close than the glimpse that had already ruined me.
“Olivia-” he growled.
I shut him up by taking the tip into my mouth and sucking.
“Motherfucker.”
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The sound tore out of him. One hand slammed the wall as if he needed the support. The other hovered like he did not know whether to pull me off or hold me there.
He battled it.
I felt it in the way his hips locked. In the way his stomach flexed. In the curse that came out through his teeth.
“Fuck. No. Olivia. This is-ah FUCK! Your brother is-”
I took more. I did not want to hear about Ethan right now.
This was about him and what his body needed. From me.
He was heavy on my tongue, hot, clean from the shower and still tasting like skin and salt.
I hollowed my cheeks and worked down as far as I could. Not all of him. There was too much. I used my hand on the rest and stroked what I could not swallow, while I sucked the head like I had been thinking about it since I was old enough.
“Fuck. Olivia. You cannot-”
I looked up at him.
That ended the sentence.
His head dropped back. A groan tore out of him, low and wrecked. His fingers finally sank into my hair, not shoving, just holding, like he needed the contact to stay standing.
I sucked harder.
I wanted him mindless. I wanted the man who had kissed me and run. I wanted the man who had raced to the beach on one text. I bobbed on his cock, messy now, spit at the corners of my mouth, the shower raining over both of us. Every time I took him deeper he swore. Every time I pulled back and licked the underside he twitched against my tongue.
“Just like that. Fuck. Your mouth…how the fuck are you this good-”
I moaned around him on purpose. The vibration made his hips jerk. He tried to stay still and failed. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered and I still did not stop.
“I’m fucking close,” he warned, voice ruined. “Olivia. If you don’t move-”
I did not move.
I sucked him through it, greedy, and when he broke it was with a sound I would hear later in my sleep. He spilled hot across my tongue, pulse after pulse, hand tightening in my hair. I swallowed because I wanted to. Because it was him. Because I had walked back in for this.
He shuddered against the wall.
I let him slip from my mouth and stayed on my knees, breathing as hard as he was, lips wet, looking up at
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Roman Vale naked under an open sky with my name still in his throat.
For a second he only stared at me.
Then reality started climbing back into his face. I could see every emotion.
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I wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb, heart pounding, and realized I had just crossed every line he had left.
And I was not sorry.
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The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife
Dex Morgan
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