Hired Love

There were words to describe how she was feeling. The hard feel of his muscles at her apex added to the painfully pleasurable ministrations of his tongue at her neck was enough to make her mad. She grounded into his body, aware that she could feel something growing in the low of her abdomen. She couldn't remember the last time anything felt this good, not even with Matt and that was saying a lot because Roman wasn't actually touching her. Locking one leg around his hips, she pressed deeper into him, grinding towards something that felt so incredible.

One of his hands squeezed her ass. "Say my name, Stacy." He ground out roughly, squeezing harder.

"What?" She couldn't understand what he was saying. She couldn't understand anything. Not when she was almost touching heaven. Not when all the stars in the galaxy were swirling around in her eyes. Not when- "What is my fucking name? Say it." He bit down on the soft flesh at the crook of her neck, and she cried out, arching her back and inadvertently bruising her clit in the process.

"Ahh! Roman!"

She came.

All over his leg like a fucking bitch in heat.

Embarrassment flooded her. It happened so fast she hadn't been able to keep up. Oh my God, her mind chanted repeatedly. He hadn't even touched her for god's sake, and she climaxed all over him. She couldn't meet his eyes, couldn't speak. Her eyes were glued to his chest, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.

"Damn," He muttered and from the corner of her eyes she saw him dip a finger between her legs to touch her underwear. His finger came into view, wet and slimy and he brought it to his lips, tasting her. After a moment, his green eyes snapped to hers so fast she couldn't have looked away if she wanted to. To her utter mortification, he smiled. "You're so fucking responsive, baby."

Don't call me that, she wanted to scream. He stared at her for a long time before reaching out and gently brushing a lock of her damp hair out of her face.

"Get off me please." She muttered, tearing her gaze from him. Her cheeks felt scorched under his scrutiny and Stacy didn't know how she was going to ever look him in the eye. Of course, she'd responded to him. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own whenever he was in close proximity.

She wasn't a virgin. Far from it. She'd been with a couple of guys in her life, even prided herself on knowing a few couple ways to make a man cum. She'd been with Matt too. She'd had sex that had made her rethink her strategies in life. She'd been with men that knew what they were doing. There was nothing new to the act. But at that moment, Roman had redefined everything she'd learned about sex, about orgasms. What she'd experienced a couple minutes ago wasn't just the work of someone who 'knew what they were doing'.

This was someone who understood the mechanism of a woman's body, who knew recognized just the right buttons to push, pun intended. He'd probably taken a course in Women Pleasure one-oh-one. How else was he able to make her cum with his knee?

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed by what just happened." He didn't move, only stared down at her. When she thought of how he'd licked her juice, her already hot cheeks heated up even further. He probably did this a lot, make girls cum and then act like nothing had happened.

"Just get off me."

A few moments later, she felt him move away and sit on the bed. Her legs were unsteady and the thought of trying to get up and plummeting face-first to the floor had her motionless. She reckoned they should never have done that. It was unprofessional and a complete mistake. This wasn't what she'd come here to do. If she wanted someone to sleep with, she knew where to go. It would be a huge misstep if he started thinking of her as someone he could play around with, and it was the last thing Stacy wanted.

"That shouldn't have happened." She sat up, staring down at her laps. One moment she'd been crying over how Matt was probably the greatest fool to have walked the surface of the earth and the next she was screaming dear mercy in Roman's hands. Talk about a complete turn of events.

"Is that so?" He replied. "It didn't seem like you particularly hated it."

She couldn't identify the force behind the tone, and she didn't want to. Of course she liked it. That was the fucking problem. "How is that relevant?"

She was aware she didn't deny it and he knew it too.

"So why shouldn't it have happened? And why can't it happen again?"

He wanted it to happen again. Stacy didn't know if she was flattered or horrified. "Because it just can't. My mother is the only thing important to me right now and white frankly, I don't want to get into anything with you." Silence. Then, "Why not?"

She thought about it for a while, trying to deduce how to say it without sounding rude. "I don't do casual."

Roman laughed. She felt stupid. "Sweetheart, It's just sex. It doesn't have to be complicated."

And that was why she didn't want anything to do with him. Because he wasn't interested in being committed and she wasn't interested in having casual sex. He could call her whatever he wanted but she'd always been a romantic at heart, always been in love with love. She'd always wanted a man for her, someone to love and hold and cherish. A love nurture. Casual sex just wouldn't do.

She finally stood, keeping her back to him. "Not to me."