Gunslinger: A Sports Romance (43 page)

"Roman please." I beg prayerfully.

"Your. What." He repeats again in a husky voice that's filled with promise of more to come.

He slides one of his fingers inside me, and I inhale harshly from the sudden but welcome intrusion.

I hate how wet I am.
 

I hate that he knows how my body responds so willingly to his voice and his touch.
 

There is no hiding between us. I'm unable to feign discomfort at the fact that we're cousins, because my body betrays me every frackin' time. My body is doing all the talking, and it's saying, "who gives a shit."

"What's my name Duchess?"

"Roman I–"

"Uh-uh. That's not what you call me."

I think for a minute. Oh...

"Masterson."

"That's right baby. My dick gets so hard when you call me Masterson. When you start calling out my name in a few minutes, that's the name I better hear."

I close my eyes as he gives me that visual. Me calling out his name. And I get even wetter.

"Open those beautiful fucking eyes Duchess. I want them on me. I want to watch them tear up when I make you fall apart for me again. Eyes. On. Me."

He slides a second finger in. Pumping them rhythmically in and out of my core with the deep precision of a pro. How he talks to me, what he's doing to me, it's all so ridiculously addictive. I want more. I need more.

"Please–"

"Shhh Duchess. When it's time for you to beg, I'll tell you baby."

Then he stops completely.
 

I watch him with bated breath as he gets down on the floor on his knees directly in front of me and stares at me with great intensity before he speaks again. I can feel my heartbeat all the way up in the middle of my throat.

"Ask me what I plan on doing with your body Duchess."

My breaths are shallow. "What do you mean–"

"I gave you clear direction. Take it. I said to ask me what I plan on doing with your body."

Oh God.

"Whaaa ... what do you plan on doing with my body Masterson?"

He smiles wickedly.

"I'm going to have you lift up this pretty skirt all the way to your waist, and you're lucky I don't tear this fucking thing to shreds, because I know you wore it specifically for the swimmer. Nevertheless, you're going to lift that skirt up high for me. Then ask me what comes next Duchess."

Both of his hands are under my skirt now. Kneading my thighs and the crease of where my thighs meet my hips. Thumbs rubbing all around the outside of my labia. It feels a little bit like torture and a lot like heaven. When I open my mouth to respond, nothing but soft moans escape.

"Ask me Duchess." He says again as my massage becomes firmer and deeper just like the bass in his voice.

"What are you going to do next?" I manage to get out.

"I'm going to spread your legs wide while you stretch your arms across the back of the sofa and you're going to keep them there. Now ask me what's next Masterson."

"What's next?" I gasp as my head falls back as he starts to softly kiss the inside of my knees. I know it's just a matter of time before he starts working his way up. Roman seems to really enjoy being between my legs, but not more than I like him being there. I'm aching for him. I need to come.

He stops all movement again, and I would yell out of utter aggravation if I didn't think it would inspire him to do something far worse. I think he's taking great pleasure in this game of denying me.

"You forgot the last part of that question Duchess."

Wait what?! Oh...

"Masterson." I smile. Of course. He loves it when I call him by his last name.

"You're fucking up Duchess. Start over from the beginning."
 

This time he grabs both of my nipples through my shirt and begins to roll them tightly between his thumbs and pointer fingers. A most delicious distraction that takes the orgasm that was already slowly building and rolling it straight front and center. I'm about to come hard.

That's when his hands and body back completely away from me.
 

I want to cry and then kick him straight in the gut for stopping.

"I have one rule Duchess. Your orgasms belong to me. You'll come when I tell you to come."

I take a second to get control of my breathing as the immediate need to come subsides.

"Lets try this shit again. What do I want to hear?"

"What are you going to do next with my body Masterson?" I ask in the most business-like tone I can muster.
 

 
"That's what I wanted to hear. You're learning. Next I'm going to get a good hold of that beautiful ass of yours, lift you high while you hold on tight, and eat what's mine."

At this point I'm trying my damnedest to hold off the orgasm that is roaring back like a lioness. No, like a damn dragon. I don't know what his kinky ass might do if I come before he says so. Still kneeling on the floor, he moves close to me again and settles in between my legs.

"Lift your pretty yellow skirt up to your waist baby."

I can't believe that I'm following his orders, that I'm really doing this, but I can't imagine doing anything else at this moment. I want this. I want him.

"Now spread your knees wide and don't close them again, or I'm going to have to spank that pretty ass."

It's taking everything for me not to allow my head to fall back on the couch. The sensations that are bombarding me are overwhelming. Looking at a man dead in his eyes while you're spread completely open is not an easy task or for the faint of heart. I'm exposed in a way that makes me both excited and uncomfortable. Both are emotions that seem to please Roman.

"Give me my pussy now."

I grip the sofa a little harder. Every dirty word and command he gives me is pushing me farther and farther to the edge of an orgasmic abyss. He uses both of his rough hands to scoop me underneath my ass, lifting me higher for easy access, and then he wastes no time getting to work. Licking me continually from front to back.
 

"Beautiful," he says reverently against my pussy.

He stops after a few strokes to rest (I think) and uses his thumb to rub my clit back and forth several times. When my hips start to move in tandem with his handling of me, I can feel a smile spread across his lips.

"That's it baby. Fuck me back."

I can feel the orgasm winding inside me tightly like a coil. I know that it's going to be a powerful one, because Roman obviously likes to tease and draw the orgasms out. He starts then stops tongue fucking me over and over, and it feels like a roller coaster ride, with hills and valleys but all completely exhilarating. A thrill ride.
 

But I can't hold on any longer.
 

Tears start to pool as I try to delay the inevitable.
 

"Please–" I beg.
 

I clench my fists into the back of the sofa as I'm about to release, and right before I scream bloody murder, Roman stops and smacks my pussy swift and hard with the flat palm of his hand.

Immediately I explode.

"Fuck!" I scream.

I see fireworks in front of me and bursts of sunlight in my peripheral vision, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. My arms flop to my sides as I'm loose as a noodle and panting heavily. I buck a little as a few aftershocks run through me. Roman allows me a moment to come down, but no more than a moment. He flips me over so that I'm on my knees and leaning over the edge of the sofa. I don't see this one coming, but hear and feel it as he gives me another whack, but this time across the ass.

"Next time you wait until I say you can come Duchess. Nod if you understand."

I nod yes. Still breathless. Still blissful.

"Sit back on your heels and raise your arms baby."

I hesitate for a moment.

"I just want to take your shirt off, so I can kiss your back."

It takes every bit of strength I have, but I raise my arms as Roman slowly peels my tank top above my head. Then he unsnaps my bra and lets that fall on the floor behind the sofa. My breasts feel heavier than normal and my nipples as hard as stone as he slides his huge hands around the front of me and tenderly massages them. He continues his massage as he talks to me.

"You smell so fucking good Duchess. You feel so good," he says while tenderly kissing me in the center of my back. "I just want to bury my dick so far inside you, that you'll never want easy again. You'll always want hard."

At this point I'm moaning like some wounded animal. I need more relief. I need him inside me. I know this is him forcing my hand. Making me choose between him and Jagger, as if there is really a choice, but I don't want to think about that right now. I don't want to consider the ramifications of my actions. I just want penetration.

"What do you want Duchess? You want it easy or hard?"

"Hard." I moan telling him what he wants to hear, so that I can get what I need.

"Say again?"

"HARD." I say angrily.

He chuckles. "Right answer baby."

I hear Roman's zipper coming down, and then what I think is a foil packet being ripped open. I turn my head and watch as he slides a condom on the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life.

"Wait Roman–"

He whacks my ass.

"Who's Roman?" He asks sarcastically.

"I just don't know if I can handle that."

He turns me around to face him while still continuing to massage my breasts, my shoulders, my back. I can't help but lean into him as he talks. It feels so damn good.

"You've had sex before right?"

"Yes." I say emphatically.

"A lot?"

"Not exactly."

"What about with the coke head?"

I roll my eyes. "Once."

I can't read his face right now but he seems ... pleased.

"I'm going to sit down and you're going to straddle me. Then I'm going to suck those beautiful tits of yours while you slowly take your time sitting down on my dick. You control the tempo and the depth this time. The only rule I have is simple. Don't come until I give you permission Duchess. All your orgasms belong to me. All of them."

"That's not easy."

"Nothing good ever is baby."

"Okay." I whisper nervously. I've never ridden someone, although I know they do it a lot in movies. I'm hoping I can figure it out or at least fake it. The few times my high school boyfriend Roger and I found time to have sex, it was strictly missionary style and lasted ten minutes tops.

Roman lifts me up with brute strength and sits on the couch while he simultaneously straddles me across his lap. His penis is so hard that it looks brutally angry. Like its ready to punish me for making it wait so long. I can't imagine how it's going to fit inside of me.

"It's going to be fine baby. I'm a pro at this."

Somehow that doesn't really make me feel any better. Until he starts to do three things.

First he closes his warm mouth around one of my nipples. Sucking, then licking, then kissing and then he does it all over again to the other breast. The sensation of his teeth lightly grazing my nipples makes my hips move with a mind of their own. As my hips gyrate, Roman takes his right hand and very lightly slaps each side of my butt. A tap on the left cheek. Then a tap on the right. Back and forth. And as if all of this wasn't enough he then takes the thumb of his left hand and starts to lightly rub my clit.

"Masterson." I say with adoration.

"You're getting nice and wet for me baby. That's a good girl. I'm not going to stop what I'm doing. You just start lowering yourself down." He says coaxing me. "Go slow."

Things got tricky right from the start as I started to lower myself on his blunt tip. He was thick and wide and I could feel myself being unnaturally pulled and stretched.

"A little lower Duchess."

The slaps on my ass grow a little firmer. A little louder. Which immediately sends a gush in between my legs, so I am able to slide down a little further.

"That feels so fucking good. A little further baby." He says with a mouth full of my nipple.

With deep concentration and my eyes tightly shut, I continue to ease my way down and am almost full to the hilt when I feel a hard smack on my butt.

"Eyes on me Duchess."

He's a genius, because that smack was just the little push I needed to come completely down.
 

Oh. My. God.
 

I feel full and stretched beyond measure, but it also feels utterly amazing.

He starts using both of his hands to knead my ass cheeks, which helps my hips build a rhythmic rocking momentum.
 

Forward and back.
 

Forward and back.
 

After a few minutes, we start to find a mutual cadence. As I work my hips forward he pulls me back down, and I feel as if I'm having an out of body experience as he strokes me over and over. I'm doing it. I'm riding him. And now I'm also starting to feel that familiar tension build down below. The tension I've only felt when Roman is about to give me one of the most delicious orgasms ever. This is another first for me. I've never come while having sex, and I think it's about to happen. Now Roman is using his hands to speed things up and bouncing me gently up and down. Up and down. I'm still looking at him. I'm totally concentrating on his face. I'm trying to stay focused and not come.
 

It's intense, and it ain't working.

"You better not be coming Duchess." He warns with the sexiest grin on his face.

He needs to shut up. The more he talks, the more I'm about to frackin' come. Everything that comes out of his mouth right now is making me crazy. I'm starting to see that this is part of his game. He wants me to fail.

"You better ask for permission Duchess." He says fervently.
 

I don't know what to say. I barely say anything during sex, much less know how to start asking for shit.

He smacks my ass and I gasp.

"You know what's coming if you don't ask permission baby. Last chance."

It's too late.

The jackass was talking too much. Everything he says is a turn on, so I scream loud enough for his neighbors to hear, and the orgasm is so frackin' powerful that I feel a rush of adrenaline straight to my head and it almost knocks me dead on my ass.