Chapter 9: Veiled Vows: Chapter 9

It started as a game, a way to tease Roman and test where his weaknesses were when in a place he was confident and safe. And just like the conversation after the closet, he made me feel so at ease that the game turned into something else.

I don’t know why I let it happen, but in this moment, I don’t regret it. Roman’s attractive, I’m running high on adrenaline from the meeting, and sexual release never did me any harm.

The rungs of the ladder become my only support as Roman buries his face against me and thrusts his tongue along my pussy, licking up the slick that eased from me during that entire flirty encounter. His large hands cup each cheek and massage in a circular rhythm, then one hand moves to curl around my thigh and hold me in place. Just as well because I’m high enough up the ladder that he has full access to my pussy and I’m completely, willingly, at his mercy.

Long, firm strokes one way, flat, gentle licks the other way. He weaves a pattern back and forth through my folds and repeatedly kisses my clit on each pass, but when his tongue disappears into my pussy, I see stars. It’s strange receiving oral from this angle, almost like we’re the wrong way round, but somehow it’s much more intense. Closing my eyes, it’s easy to place my mysterious rescuer into Roman’s place, and my pulse quickens.

“Fuck,” I gasp, sliding my hands around the rungs and across the ladder supports. “Fucking—ahh!”

Pleasure courses through me like a wave, settling deep in my core and tightening with each sweep and thrust of Roman’s tongue.

He moans beneath me, louder than I’ve ever heard from a man before, and it makes my heart leap in excitement. As he presses harder against me like he’s utterly addicted to the taste of me, weakness pulses down my legs and I whimper while winding my arms around the ladder.

Remaining upright with pleasure warming my muscles, tightening my core, and making my knees knock together is a challenge.

But it’s exciting. Anyone could walk in at any time, including Alto, who Roman hates so much. And we’re enemies. By rights, we shouldn’t be able to stand one another and only spend as much time together as is legally required, but something about Roman draws me in.

Right now, it’s his long tongue and the swirling way he suckles on my clit while dragging his tongue in tight, pointed circles.

“I’m gonna, wait—I’m gonna—” The logistics of the ladder fly out my mind as Roman doubles his efforts and I come with a cry that’s thankfully muffled to the outer manor by the hundreds of books all around me.

Roman groans and thrusts his tongue deep inside me as my pussy ripples and flexes with each delicious lick of pleasure.

My eyes roll back, my limbs turn rigid, and for a long moment I’m simply suspended in ecstasy. Then, as my initial orgasm passes, weakness warms my limbs. I’d fall from the ladder if Roman weren’t there to catch me. My head falls back onto his shoulder as he winds one arm around my waist and his handsome face warms with a smile.

“My turn.”

I nod as my heart jumps and suddenly Roman is manhandling me around the ladder. Rather than standing on it like before, he eases my legs through the rungs until I’m seated on the ladder while facing it. One rung rests under my chin, so I curl my hands around the wooden bar and hold on as he pulls my hips backward until the lower ring I was sitting on rests in the crook of my knees. Just as I’m about to voice certainty that I will fall because I’m too boneless to hold myself up, something soft and firm bumps against my pussy.

Roman enters me in one swift thrust, positioning himself in such a way that all I need to do is hold onto the upper ring. His hands grab my hips and with my legs through the ladder, my entire backside is free access for him and his cock.

“Fuck!” The first few inches enter me easily and Roman’s panting lips appear next to my ear.

“Too much?”

“No!” I gasp, arching toward the ladder. “More!”

“What if I don’t have any more?” Roman chuckles breathlessly.

He waits until I’m laughing before thrusting the final few inches deep inside me, cutting off my laughter with a moan.

Holy shit. His cock feels impossibly thick, and long enough to repeatedly bump those hidden nerves deep inside me. Stars dance in front of my closed eyes and once again, the thought of my mysterious rescuer fills my mind. From this angle, I can pretend it’s him and only him.

Roman keeps one arm around me as he fucks me, and the sweetest, softest moans rise from his throat. His lips kiss the length of my shoulder as he pulls the sleeve of my blouse down to expose more skin for his teeth to mark. His thrusts are relentless, pounding into me like he’s determined to leave an imprint only he’ll be able to find.

I hang onto the ladder for dear life, finding rhythm with Roman’s thrusts and the best way to rock with the ladder. While it started quiet, it’s not long until the ladder itself starts creaking and squeaking with each thrust, and we giggle breathlessly in between our needy moans and gasps.

It’s fun. This is the fun sex I read about online and dream about happening with my mystery man. Now, somehow, I’ve enticed my enemy into giving me what I want, and it’s fucking fantastic. I don’t want it to end. Clenching down around Roman’s cock pulls a moan of unexpected delight from him and he buries his face into my neck.

With breath as hot as the summer sun, he kisses over my neck and shoulder, then tightens his grip on my waist and fucks me harder and harder.

His hips become a blur as his thrusts turn into a vibration of sensation that pulls my second orgasm from me with impressive speed. He comes a few seconds later with a rush of heat inside me that feels like it’s soaking deep into every muscle rippling from the delicious effects of my orgasm.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

“I’ve got you.” The amazing, powerful thrusts give way to gentle, strong arms helping me off the ladder and setting me down on the nearby chair to catch my breath. Our eyes meet and a soft giggle rises in my chest, especially when Roman leans down as if to kiss me.

I press two fingers against his lips and smirk as his eyes turn a shade darker. “No kiss,” I say breathlessly. “We’re not a real couple, remember?”

“Hm. How good do I have to fuck you to earn a kiss?”

My head tilts to the side as I study the new softness that’s settled into his handsome features. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

Roman laughs softly and kisses my fingers instead, then he leans away to retrieve his discarded clothing.

I work on lowering my skirt and picking up my panties. “This also doesn’t make us friends.”

“Ah. A hate fuck,” Roman replies with an infuriatingly sexy smirk. “Are you sure about that?”

My eyes narrow. “Absolutely.”

“It’s always good to blow off steam.”

“Exactly! Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Does that mean I can’t extend an invitation to dinner?” Roman asks, just as my phone jingles to life in my bag across the room.

“Hold that thought.” Stepping back into my underwear, I cross the room and snatch up my phone. Lunch would be nice, and it would give me a chance to⁠—

The message on my screen makes my heart fall down into a pit in my stomach and all warmth leaves me.

[CATHERINE] SOS

“I’m sorry, I have to go!”