Chapter three

Absolutely.

NOELLE'S POV 

He kissed me back.

That was the part I wasn't ready for. Not the kissing. I started that. But the way he kissed me back. Slowly and yet urgently. He kissed me like he had all night and intended to use every second of it.

His hand came to my waist.  Warm through the thin fabric of my dress.

I pulled back and looked at him.

His eyes were dark.

"Come up," I said.

It was not a question.

He looked at me for one long second. Making sure I meant it.

I meant it.

"Okay," he said.

I fumbled with the key card twice before the lock clicked. Roman's chest is already against my back, his breath hot on my neck. When the door swings open he walks me inside without letting go.

The room is dark except for the moon cutting white shapes across the bed. He kicks the door shut. Then I feel his hands, his palms sliding under my dress, pulling the fabric up and off in one move. Cool air hits my skin everywhere the cotton leaves bare.

"Turn," he says.

I turn.

He looks at me like he is deciding where to start. His shirt drops. Then his belt. The metal clink makes my stomach flip. I reach for his zipper but he catches my wrist.

"Me first."

He unhooks my bra with one hand. The straps fall down my arms. Cool air, then his mouth,  warm and slow, licking a circle around my nipple before he sucks. I gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth. I am already wet and he has not even touched my pussy yet.

He drops to his knees. Hooks his fingers into my underwear and drags it down my thighs. I step out. Fully naked. My heart pounding in my ears.

He stays on his knees and looks up at me.

"Perfect," he says quietly.

Then he stands and strips. His shorts come off first, then his boxers

His cock springs free. Thick, curved slightly upward, the head shiny and pierced with a silver barbell. I stare. I have seen pictures. Never the real thing. The metal catches the moonlight like a warning.

He notices me looking.

"Problem?" he asks.

"Absolutely not," I said, entranced.

I reach out without thinking. I trace the piercing with my thumb. A small bead of wet gathers at the tip. I spread it slowly, my whole body already shaking a little.

Roman's eyes darkened. "Lie on the bed."

I lie down. The sheets are cool. He spreads my knees and settles between them, pushing my thighs wider until I feel completely open.

His first lick is slow. Flat tongue from bottom to top. My back lifts off the bed. He hums and the vibration shoots straight through me. The second lick circles my clit, soft and teasing. The third,  he sucks it between his lips and flicks his tongue against it.

I cry out.

My fingers twist in his hair. He doesn't stop. He licks and sucks and owns every part of me like he has done this a hundred times and plans to do it a hundred more. Two fingers push inside slowly. Curling up to press the spot that makes my legs shake. In and out. Wet sounds filling the quiet room.

The first wave builds fast.

I come hard. My hips jerking. His name breaking apart in my mouth. My pussy squeezes his fingers again and again and he keeps licking until the last shudder leaves me and I drop back limp.

He wipes his mouth on my inner thigh and kisses the skin there.

"One," he says. Voice rough.

I am still floating when he climbs up and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. His cock nudges my entrance, the pierced head sliding slow through my wetness. Every time the metal grazes my clit I jerk, I was too sensitive but wanted more anyway.

"Look at me," he says.

Our eyes lock.

He pushes in slowly. It feels so good I whimper. The piercing drags inside, hitting places I did not know could feel like that. When he is all the way in he stops. Jaw tight. Breathing through his nose.

"Okay?" he asks.

I roll my hips.

He takes that as the answer it is.

He pulls back and drives forward. Slow at first. Then faster. Then harder. The bed creaks. The headboard taps the wall. I wrap my legs around him and meet every thrust. The silver bar hits the same spot over and over. My eyes rolled, pleasure shooting up my spine and I stop thinking in words entirely.

The second one builds faster than the first.

I feel it coil tightly and then snaps.

I come louder this time. My nails dragging down his back. My whole body shaking under him.

Roman groans and loses his rhythm. He drives in once, twice, then buries himself deep and stays there. I feel him pulse inside me,  his cock jerking, the piercing pressing against walls so sensitive I shake through the whole thing with him.

We collapse together. Breathing hard.

The room is quiet.

The sea comes in through the cracked balcony door.

After a while Roman gets up. Uses the bathroom.  When he comes back he dresses in silence, eyes on me the whole time. I should say something. Stay. Go. Thank you. The words feel too heavy.

At the door he stops.

"Tomorrow?" he asks.

I nod. I don't trust my voice.

He leaves without another sound.

The room goes dark again. I lie there, ceiling fan turning slowly above me. The sheets smell like sweat and sea salt.

I press my hand between my thighs. Still swollen. Still wet with him. A shiver moves through me. Then something heavier behind it.

This was supposed to be fun. A holiday story. Something to laugh about later in a drawer somewhere.

But the ache inside me is not soreness.

It is something else entirely. Something I desperately want.