The Virgin's Guide to Misbehaving

  Her hands pressed on his head, and she was panting with excitement. “Rome, please,” she begged. “I need—”

  “I know you do,” he murmured, and gave her clit another flick. “But I’m not letting up until you’re ready for me.” He pressed his lips to it again and sucked hard, enjoying her moan of response. Then he carefully added a second finger to the first.

  She stiffened, as if not entirely sure she liked the change, and he dragged his fingers out of her viselike pussy, spreading her juices around. His mouth continued to work on her clit as he slowly eased both fingers in again. She relaxed, and her hands scratched at the short stubble on his head. “God, your tongue.”

  “You like that?” he murmured, renewing his efforts and flicking even faster against her clit.

  “It makes me feel like I’m coming out of my skin,” she told him.

  “As long as you’re coming,” he teased, and pumped the two fingers in her faster, rougher. When she didn’t flinch back from his touch, he spread his fingers inside her, scissoring them gently to widen her for his cock.

  “Oh,” she moaned suddenly. “I think I’m going to—”

  He paused in his ministrations. “Not yet, baby.”

  She growled at him—actually growled—and tried to push his face back between her legs. “Rome, please,” her voice was almost a sob. “I’m so close.”

  “I want you to wait for me,” he told her. Maybe it was arrogance, but he wanted his girl to come around his cock tonight, to feel her squeezing him and sucking him even deeper into her as she shattered. He wanted to own that orgasm of hers.

  Elise shuddered and pushed her hips at him again, but he withdrew his fingers from her and waited for her to calm down. She gave another frustrated whimper and panted, waiting.

  He let a few moments pass before he leaned forward and kissed her pussy, right over her clit, and let his tongue flick over it. “You okay?”

  She jerked in response, but her fingers scratched at his scalp. “Other than I want to choke you right about now? I’m great.”

  She sounded so annoyed; it was adorable. “Where’s your orgasm at?”

  “Long gone.”

  “Good.”

  “Not good. I—” She squeaked in surprise as his fingers pushed into her again, and his mouth returned to her pussy. “Oh . . .”

  He chuckled at the sound of wonder in her voice. “You finding it again?”

  “It’s hanging on for dear life,” she said in a dreamy voice, and her hips worked against his fingers. “Oh Rome, your hands. I can’t . . .”

  He pulled his fingers out again, and she whimpered. One hand went to her breast, toying with her nipple and dragging the peak up and down between his fingers. She moaned again, her hands pressing on his head with urgency, but he ignored her silent pleas for more. This was all about driving his girl crazy so when she came, she’d see stars.

  She squirmed in his grip and he decided he needed a new tactic. Shifting his weight, he pushed her legs up until her thighs were on his shoulders. Elise moaned again, and her anticipation was so sharp he could practically feel it in the air. He couldn’t stop the possessive smile curving his mouth, though. Poor Elise thought she was going to get relief; she had no idea he was just preparing her for the next phase.

  Rome kissed the top of her mound again. “You taste sweet, Elise. I love your honey on my tongue.”

  “Mmm.” She tossed her head on the blankets, her dark hair flying about. “Rome, please.”

  “In fact, I think I might need to stick my tongue into that little honeypot of yours and taste from the source.”

  He put his tongue over her core and circled her entrance. He felt her quiver against his tongue, heard the choked moan she gave. She was especially wet here, her core slick with her juices. Pointing his tongue, he stroked it into her depths, mimicking his fingers.

  “Oh god!” Her fingernails dug into his skin, and her hips pumped, forcing his tongue even deeper. “Oh my god. That’s so good.”

  The taste of her filled his senses, and he groaned with pleasure at being saturated in her juices. He thrust with his tongue again, then licked and teased at her opening, deliberately tormenting her.

  She cried out, the sound wordless and full of need. “Please,” she panted. “Please. Please.”

  His own cock ached so badly that every “please” she uttered made his pulse throb. He couldn’t hold out for much longer. With another flick of his tongue, he sat up, and then carefully pushed three fingers into her, watching her reaction.

  Elise moaned, her eyes closed with bliss.

  His girl was as ready as she’d ever be. Rome grabbed a condom off of the bedside table and ripped it open, then rolled it down the length of his aching cock. “Just a moment, baby, and I’ll make it good for you.”

  “Please,” she begged again, her hips undulating on the bed. “Rome, I need you so bad. I ache inside.”

  He groaned. Her begging was doing crazy things to him. “I know, baby. I’m coming.” He leaned forward and adjusted his weight over her body, then kissed her mouth, lightly sucking on her tongue.

  She latched onto his mouth, kissing him with a ferocity that stunned him even as her legs went around his hips, pinning him against her. “Rome,” she panted, her voice sweet with need, her hands cupping his face and keeping his lips to hers. “Rome, please. Now.”

  “Yes,” he murmured against her mouth, his tongue flicking against hers. “I’ve got you.”

  He dragged his cock up and down the slick folds of her pussy, wetting it with her juices. Her moan of pleasure nearly made him forget all control and bury himself deep, but he held back. She was a virgin; the last thing he needed to do was rip into her. He could stand to be patient for a few moments longer.

  With a deep, steadying breath, he fitted the head of his cock at her entrance. “Ready, baby?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He began to push inside her. Inch by slow inch, he penetrated. She was tighter than a fist, her pussy clenching him so tight that it felt like a vise.

  “No,” she panted suddenly. “No, no, ow, that hurts.”

  “It’s going to hurt the first time,” he warned her, teeth gritted. Hell, he’d barely pushed into her and she was already protesting? This was torture for both of them. “It’ll get better soon.”

  She made a wordless noise that he couldn’t tell was a protest or assent.

  Rome waited a moment, then pushed in a bit more. She sucked in a breath and winced.

  He could feel her tensing around him, and that would only make things more difficult. Even now, she felt tighter and more constricted than before, and the pained look on her face wasn’t helping. “That bad?” he asked.

  “Maybe it’s like one of those Band-Aid things,” she told him, her breathing shallow. “You know, just rip it off and get it over with—”

  She was right. They’d never get anywhere like this. He didn’t need any more encouragement. Rome thrust forward, plunging to the hilt.

  Elise gave a little shriek, and he pressed his mouth over hers in a kiss, silencing her. His lips worked hers, and despite the whimpers coming from her throat, she kissed him back, her legs trembling around his waist.

  And oh god, his girl was tight around him. He was seated deep inside her, buried within her depths, and it was the best sensation in the world. Even now, he could feel his balls drawing up tight, ready to unload.

  But he kissed her slowly, over and over again, licking at her soft, delicious mouth. She was tight under him for a moment, her lips rigid, but she eventually relaxed and began to respond to his kisses. He could feel her relaxing all the way through her body, too, the tension deep in her muscles not as taut as before.

  Rome continued to press light kisses to her lips. “Better?”

  “That,” she breathed against his mouth, “did not feel like a Band-Aid.”

  He chuckled at that. She tweaked his ear for laughing, but then she smiled and kissed
him again.

  “Does this mean I can move now?” he asked, kissing along her jawline.

  She gave a small sigh. “As long as you keep kissing me, you can do whatever you want.”

  “Mmm.” He kissed her again, and his hand moved to her breast, teasing the nipple. She moaned in response, and he shifted his hips a little, testing. When she didn’t flinch, he rocked slightly, drawing back and pushing into her again. “How’s that?”

  “Not bad,” she said thoughtfully, and appeared to be considering it so studiously that it made him chuckle all over again.

  “How about this, then?” He slid his hand between them and found her clit, rolling it between his fingers.

  She moaned, her hips rising up on the bed, and he pushed into her again. When she only squirmed beneath him, he pulled back and thrust again.

  “Oh god,” she breathed.

  He froze, worried he’d hurt her again. “What?”

  “So full.” Her eyes were wide, but blissed-out.

  This time, he was the one who groaned. With another deep, sucking kiss, he pulled back and pumped into his girl.

  She moaned, her hips raising up to meet his thrust.

  “You like that?” he asked between thrusts. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “Not hurting,” she murmured, voice tight. Her hands went to his neck, and then his shoulders, digging in, as if trying to find the right place to hold on to him. “Keep going.”

  “Yeah?” he breathed against her mouth. God, she was sexy. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her pretty tits jiggled with every thrust into her tight pussy. She was the most beautiful, sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and she was all his. “More?”

  “More,” she moaned in response. “Please,”

  “No more Band-Aid?” he asked, pulling back and then slamming deep into her, loving the feeling when she took him. She was so tight, so fucking slick and tight that he’d never felt anything better.

  “No,” she said, and then gasped when he pushed into her again. “Opposite of Band-Aid. Promise. Keep. Going.”

  “And where’s your orgasm?” he asked, pushing his thumb against her clit again.

  She moaned, and her voice rose in volume as he sank deep again, finding a rhythm as he fucked her. “Closer,” she mumbled, and when he thumbed her clit again, she sucked in a breath, her legs tensing around him. “Close! Close! It’s . . . oh mercy, really close.”

  “Yeah?” He took his hand off her clit.

  “Nooo,” she whimpered, raising her hips. “Rome, please!”

  He thrust harder, and was rewarded by her gasp of surprise. Her nails dug in and she clung to him.

  “Good?” he asked, not stopping his steady rhythm of pumping into her.

  “Yes,” she cried, and he was surprised at how vocal his normally shy Elise was. Damn if it wasn’t an intense turn-on, though. He fucked her faster, hammering into her sweet warmth, so hard that his skin slapped against hers. He waited for her to tell him that it was too much, but she only clung to him and began to moan. “Oh. Oh god! I can feel it. It’s coming. Don’t stop, Rome. Please. Don’t stop.”

  He groaned. Her needy begging was making him crazy. It would take nothing for him to go over the crest, to come and come and come. But she wasn’t there yet, and he wanted her there first. He palmed her breast as he fucked her, then reached between them again, searching for her clit.

  When he touched it, she squealed, and he felt her pussy ripple around him in response. Ah, fuck, that felt amazing. Her hips bucked, as if she were trying to get away from his fingers, but he continued to play with the little button of her clit, and was rewarded with the clench of her pussy around him and another spasm clasping him deep. She was coming, his girl, and she was coming hard.

  “That’s right, baby,” he groaned, pressing deep with every inch of his cock. “Come for me.”

  He felt her quiver all over again and she clutched at him. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

  It was fucking killing him, but he kept his pace just the way she wanted it, steady and fierce, pounding into her over and over again, his thumb bouncing on her clit with every motion of their bodies. He felt her pussy tugging on his cock, and her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Her head tilted back, and she sucked in a breath, her eyelashes fluttering, and he was fascinated by her face as she reached her peak.

  Then, he felt it. An all-over body tremble, her legs locking around him, and a sudden burst of wetness from her pussy as she came. She cried out, the sound high-pitched and keening, her face frozen in pleasure as she clamped and clenched around his cock, over and over, milking him with her orgasm.

  He growled low in his throat, hammering into her even harder, determined to make her orgasm last as long as possible. He wanted to shatter her and watch her rebuild, right before his eyes. He wanted her to fall to pieces. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Her pussy was soaked with her juices, and every thrust was now met with a fierce little quake of her body.

  When her legs relaxed against him, though, she gave a little moaning half sigh, indicating her orgasm was over. “Holy god.”

  Rome leaned in and kissed her one more time, a fierce claiming as he pushed deeper into her and began to thrust wildly, finally losing his own control. Now that he’d seen his girl come so sweetly, he could get his own. He hammered into her, his strokes rough and deep, and was rewarded by quivering aftershocks from her pussy. His balls slapped against her flesh, and then his own orgasm exploded deep, and he came so hard he nearly blacked out.

  He collapsed on top of her, caging her under his sweaty arms. She clung to him, pressing kisses to his skin in a slow, languid caress.

  “I love you,” she murmured against his neck, softly.

  And his own heart squeezed in response. He wanted to tell her the same thing back, but that would be just too cruel.

  Because he knew he loved this girl. With all his heart. But leaving her was going to break his. Better to only have one broken heart instead of two, he told himself.

  So he simply covered her mouth with his and gave her a kiss, distracting her from any confession he might have made.

  He hoped.

  THIRTEEN

  Sleeping next to Rome, Elise decided, was quite possibly one of the best things in the world. Her hand lay on his flat, muscled stomach, and his skin was warm against hers. Her head was tucked against his shoulder, and she woke up with the scent of him in her nostrils and the feel of his arms around her. She was sore between her legs, and her hair was a snarl at the back of her head.

  And she was happy. Blissfully, giddily happy.

  She snuggled deeper against his chest, not quite ready to face the morning. Sunlight filtered in through a window, and she could barely see the alarm clock over his shoulder. It was past nine in the morning, but Rome was still asleep. Not an early riser, apparently. That was fine with her. She’d steal a few more minutes curled up in his arms, just enjoying the peace of being with him.

  Somewhere on the far side of the room, her cell phone rang with the ring tone she’d assigned to her brother.

  Shit. Grant. Was he checking up on her?

  Elise flung herself out of bed, heading for her purse. She heard Rome rouse behind her. “It’s my brother calling,” she told him as she grabbed her bag and fished her phone out. “Oh no. What does he want?”

  “Don’t tell him I’m here,” Rome said quietly.

  She wouldn’t. The last thing on her mind was telling her brother that she just got laid. An embarrassed flush touched her cheeks as she realized she’d sprung out of bed totally naked. She couldn’t let that worry her now—if Rome had a problem seeing her naked body, she supposed he would have said so last night. So if it didn’t bother him, she was determined not to let it bother her.

  Elise grabbed the phone and pressed the button to answer. “Hello?”

  “Hey, sis, did I wake you?”

 
She rubbed her forehead, trying to think of an answer. “Um, yeah.” She glanced over at the bed. Rome was sprawled in the sheets, all tattoos and tan, and her mouth went dry as she gazed at him.

  “Sorry about that. Was just going to ask if you wanted to take some photos here at the ranch today? No business stuff. Thought it might be cute to have pics of me and Brenna for engagement announcements or something.”

  Today? Pictures? Seriously? She wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with Rome and lick his tattoos. Her mouth watered at the thought. “Uh . . . can it wait a few days?”

  “Yeah, no problem. You okay?”

  She blinked for a minute, thinking of an excuse. “Um. Just a migraine.”

  “You do sound kind of out of it,” he said, sympathy in his voice. “You want me to bring some soup or something?”

  “No, no,” Elise said quickly, eyes widening at the thought. “Emily will take good care of me,” she told him. “I’m just going to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head.” She looked at Rome and crossed her fingers, hoping that her brother would take the bait on the lie.

  “Okay,” he told her. “Take it easy. You gotta take care of yourself.”

  Her annoyance softened at her brother’s concern. “I know. Thanks, Grant. I’ll call you if I need anything, okay?” She felt guilty at deceiving him—her brother thought she was ill and she was really just running off and having an irresponsible weekend with her lover.

  Her lover. Elise glanced over at Rome again and felt a surge of excitement thrumming in her veins. God, he looked delicious right now.

  This irresponsible weekend with her lover was pretty much a dream come true. She wanted to crawl back into bed with Rome. Heck, what was stopping her? “I’ll talk to you later, Grant,” she mumbled, doing her best to sound sick, and then hung up, tossing the phone back in her purse.

  Rome sat up, a frown on his face. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah. He was just checking up on me.” She crossed her arms over her naked breasts and shrugged her shoulders, trying to seem casual about the fact that she was totally naked. “Being a big brother and all.”