You Ask, I Write

Why had he acted so crass? How could he be so magnetic and warm, then suddenly go rigid? Was I a disappointment? God, he was probably grateful for Jimmy’s interruption and to be rid of having to please me. I was a fool, and this was most definitely a game to him. I fully expect everyone here to know what we did, how I threw myself at him. How many girls has he run dry? And if he’s really that bad, then why does my stomach flip at the thought of his touch, why does my mind keep defending him? How do I shake this thing for him?

Despite your hurt, there was a piece of your heart that leapt at the thought of seeing him. What a mess he’s made of me. You turn the corner lost in your thoughts, and nearly walk right into him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you say before realizing who it was. You glance up and meet his gaze, and your stomach drops. He looks bored. You wait for him to say something, but instead he steps past you and continues walking down the hall. You stand there for a moment, stunned. The bastard didn’t even acknowledge me. What is his problem? You sigh and shake your head, continuing down the hall, which now seems infinitely emptier.

The whole night you were avoiding everyone. You refused to meet anyone’s gaze, and kept to yourself with your head low. You just had to make it until the end of the night, then you could continue avoiding everyone until Monday. You pretty much had a successful night of no interaction until you best friend, Serena, spotted you walking and jogged over. She was one of the seamstresses for the women’s ring gear.

“[y/n]! Wait up. You look like someone ran over your dog,” she remarked. You stop walking and begrudgingly turn to face her. You suppose you did look rather distant, maybe even a little disheveled.

“I’m fine,” you managed, and smiled at her. In an effort to change the subject, you pointed over to her work station.

“Who’s gear are you fixing up today?” She narrows her eyes at you, but thankfully decides not to pry.

“Becky’s, and I’m way behind. I’ll catch up with you later?” She kisses her fingers and lightly touches them to your cheek before turning around and heading back to work.

“Perk up! Roman’s match is next,” she calls over her shoulder.

Despite yourself, you watch Roman’s match. Despite him being an asshole and leaving you in the dust, you couldn’t turn away. He was thriving off the heat from the crowd, and you caught your lips turning up at that cocky, satisfied grin that plastered his face as he circled his grounded opponent. He was a wolf, and your skin was prickling at the memory of him eyeing you like that. Shaking the sensation creeping up your thighs, you click off the TV and turn away. Screw him.

Roman’s match was the last of the night. After packing up your things, you moved to head out of the arena as quickly as possible, throwing on a pair of black sweats over your ring gear. Winding through the labyrinth that was backstage, you pass lots of familiar faces. And each time you glance up at a face that isn’t Roman, your heart stumbles. You’re nearly at the exit where the buses are waiting for you when you overhear a conversation.

“The Bloodline don’t lose, man!” It was Jey’s voice. You quickly steal behind an empty hallway and peer around the corner, listening. Jey and Jimmy were standing in front of Roman, clearly fired up about something.

“Wait until Monday, we’ll hand his ass to him,” Jimmy chimed in. Wait. Roman… lost? Your gaze drops to the floor as your eyebrows furrow, not grasping the fact that he actually lost. That hasn’t happened in years. A small laugh of disbelief escapes your lips. Serves the asshole right. Karma is a God. You glance up to notice Roman’s eyes drilling into you. You’d been made. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you quickly turn away and start down the hall. Shit.

“[y/n].” This was some serious deja vu.

“Why is it I’m always catching you sneaking?” He questions you.

“You lost tonight,” you say, and turn around to face him. This is the first conversation you’ve had since you stormed out of his room.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t watch your Tribal Chief tonight?” Roman teased, a wolfish grin playing at the corner of his lips. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Roman referring to himself as Tribal Chief made heat rush to your core. You tilt your chin up defiantly, refusing to let yourself melt for him

“Maybe you’re to blame for my loss.” Roman steps closer to you, and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You can smell the scent of his sweat mixed with soap, teasing your senses. Roman leans in closer to you, speaking softly so only you can hear.

“Maybe you need to be punished.”

“And you need to get over yourself,” you retort, despite the pooling at your core. “I’m not a toy, Roman.”

You turn on your heel and start to walk away, but he grabs your wrist and whirls you back around. A playful smile rests on his lips.

“But you can be. And I promise you’d like it.”

You immediately drop your gaze, extremely flushed. So much for defiance. Roman is still gripping your wrist, holding you in place, so close to him. Suddenly you come to your senses about where you are, and worry that someone will witness the interaction. You tug your arm and try to release his grip, but he doesn’t budge.

“Roman,” you say, looking up at him, a bit of panic alight in your eyes, “someone could see.”

His grin expands as he releases his grip on your wrist and takes a small step back.

“Where’s the fun in being cautious?” He asks.

“If your idea of fun is being reckless and a grade-A dick, I’m not interested.”

Roman lets out a laugh, and walks around you like a predator planning how to enjoy their meal. Your heart picks up speed, and you take a deep breath in. He really is toying with you. And fuck him and your senses, because you’re so turned on by it. He makes his way back to face you, and reads you like a book. Suddenly his hands on on your waist and he’s pushing you backwards, lifting you up and setting you down on one of the roadie trunks. His body is positioned between your legs, and his face is inches away from yours.

You can feel his dick hardening through his pants, pressing into your aching core. He places his hands flat on the trunk at your sides, leaning in closer. Your lips part in anticipation of a kiss, but he just studies your eyes. You’re both breathing rather heavily, waiting for the other to make a move. You can’t take the tension anymore as what feels like minutes pass, so you crash your lips into his, gripping his bare chest. He kisses you back hungrily, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away from him, wrapping your arms behind your back.

Your core is pulsing, and he’s grinding his dick against you with every movement. You want more of him, all of him, right now. But he still has your arms pinned behind your back, and you’re helpless. He pushes his tongue past your lips and explores your mouth. He tastes like peppermint. You start to try to wriggle your arms free as he devours you, needing so desperately to touch him, but his grips just tightens. He pulls away a moment later and studies you, breathless with reddened lips. You swear you can feel his dick twitch though his pants. You don’t want him to stop. You need more, more, more.

“Is that your idea of not interested?” Roman remarks, allowing you to catch your breath. “You were just so worried someone would see us standing close together then you dry humped me on the roadie cart,” he says playfully.

Your face flushes as you remember you’re in the middle of the hallway backstage, where anyone can walk by. You quickly wiggle free of his grip and push him away as you hop off the trunk. You start to glance around to catch any witnesses, but Roman, grabs your chin and makes you look at him instead.

Roman laughs again. “I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.”

“Screw you,” you say, as you tear your chin out of his grip and take a step back.

“I know you want to,” he replies smoothly, “but you’ll just have to wait.”

Suddenly you were seeing red, so filled with rage at him for playing with you and finding your frustration and panic amusing. You were about to tear him a new one, when you notice Jey down the hall, staring at you both.

The smirk on Jey’s face told you all you needed to know. He just nods his head as your gaze falls on him, and you swear you see his adjust himself through his sweats.

“What can I do for you?” He says by way of greeting, his eyes burning into your own. You feel like you might collapse under the question. Shit. You tear your eyes away from his gaze, glancing towards the room beyond. The smell of sandalwood trails out of the bathroom, lingering on his body.

“I-“ you start.

“Tell you what, [y/n], why don’t you come in and we can talk about it,” he cuts you off, stepping aside and holding the door open for you, his gaze unfaltering. You step past him unsteadily into his suite, the mirror of yours. He shuts the door behind you and you once again hear that click. You step a bit farther into the room, making sure to not linger too close to the bed. Roman steps past you and walks over to the chair by the desk, sitting himself down and looking at you expectantly. Your body hums under his gaze.

“What can I do for you?” He once again dares you, lust storming in his eyes. A thundering, beckoning, disastrously beautiful storm. He smirks and leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. His stare has you in a chokehold. You swallow nervously and meet his eyes, your own lust lacing through your abdomen, snaking down your spine, burrowing into your core.

“You invited me here, Roman. What can I do for you?” You challenge.

“Here’s what you can do for me, [y/n]. Slide those panties that I know are soaked down those beautiful legs and give them to me.”

Not a question, but a demand. Heat pools in your belly at that demand, as Roman leans back and relaxes his body, placing a large bicep over the back of the chair, no doubt in his mind that you’re going to do what you’re told.

“[y/n]. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Your heart is hammering as you slip your hands under your dress, gripping the sides of your black lace panties and slowly sliding them down your thighs. Roman was right, they were soaked. You let them drop to the floor from your knees, and step out of them, bending down to pick them up.

“Walk them over here,” he beckons you with his eyes and the bending of a finger, holding out his hand. You adjust your dress and oblige, walking towards him. When you reach the chair, standing in front of him, you gingerly drop them into his outstretched hand, unsure what to expect next. All you know is your body is brimming with need as Roman folds his fingers around the garment.

A low growl of approval sounds in his throat as he can smell you and feel your wetness on his fingers. You reach a hand forward to touch him, desperation leaking through your pores. Your hand lightly grazes the bicep of his arm before you rest it there and squeeze, feeling his muscle contract as he moves his arm towards you, resting his hand on your thigh. His touch sends a riptide of hunger through your body.

More. I need more. He drops your panties on the ground next to the chair, taking his other hand and placing it on your opposite thigh. He slides his hand along your skin, goosebumps forming under his touch. A small moan escapes your lips as his hands trail up, fingertips sliding under the hem of your dress. He keeps riding your dress up your thighs with his strong hands, but before you’re exposed, he pulls away and leans back, shrugging your hand off his arm.

“Why don’t you turn around and sit down.”

Again, phrased as a question, but you knew it was an order. Him directing you around was only turning you on more. You slowly turn around, feeling the slickness between your thighs with every movement. Roman places his hand on your hips and guides you into his lap. Your body leans into him, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder as his left hand slides from your hip to rest on the bare part of your thigh.

“You wanna know what’s gonna happen?” He teases into your ear, his voice low. He draws lazy circles on your thigh with his thumb.

“Yes,” you respond, nearly a whisper.

His thumb is inching higher, now under the fabric of your dress. You instinctively spread your legs slightly, silently begging him to just touch you. He stops and slides his hand back down, resting it on your knee. You know Roman can read your body language, but still he’s just toying with you. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“You’re gonna cum for me as soon as I touch that throbbing pussy” he says smugly, his breath warm on your ear.

Your toes curl at the dirty words, and you press back into him, desperate for some friction. You can feel his cock hard behind you. Roman laces his finger through your hair and tugs your head back and to the side, exposing your neck. He leans forward and licks from the base of your ear to your collarbone.

“Roman,” you say breathily, bringing your own arm up and around his neck, tangling in his hair. You feel his cock twitch against you and the juice leak out of you as his thumb has again started to circle up your thigh and under your dress. You’re nearly panting with want now, trying to edge yourself closer to his teasing fingers. You feel air hit the wetness on your thighs and shudder.

“You want me to touch you, baby girl?” His hand is close enough to your core that you know he can feel what’s dripping out of you. The bastard is going to make you beg for it.

“Please, Roman.”

“Please, what? What can I do for you, [y/n]?” A small whine escapes your lips as you twist and try to get his fingers where you need them. His hand is steady and firm though as he grips your thigh and doesn’t move an inch.

“Touch me. Please,” you’re nearly pleading with him, the ache in your sex overwhelming. Roman releases his grip on you and slides his hand up, grazing your lips.

“Where, here?” He teases, lightly stroking your slit with his index finger. Fuck. You throw your head back, pleasure singing throughout your entire body. A deep moan escapes your lips. Roman tenses behind you at the sound, slipping his finger past your lips and making contact with your entrance. You can feel him watching the parting of your lips and flutter of your eyelids from the side as he dips his finger into you. You arch your back and gasp, wanting more. Almost like he can read your thoughts, he immediately slides another finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out. You’re squirming in his lap, ragged breaths falling out of your mouth as you take in the sensation of his fingers filling you.

His fingers pump faster, hitting deeper. Your now writhing in his grasp, moans filling the large rom. You were going to come undone. All it would take is one more-

“Fuck,” you rasp, and your eyes shoot open as Roman moves his thumb to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and movement. A wave of pleasure rips through your belly as you find release, moaning and cursing as your walls pulse and tighten around Roman’s fingers. Your fingertips are tingling and your arms are heavy, as your head swims with clouds. You’re left a panting mess as your body slumps against him and he slips his fingers out, leaving you empty.

“There’s a good girl,” Roman whispers into your ear, praising you. He takes his fingers and raises them to his mouth, sucking your orgasm off.

“Damn, [y/n], I gotta taste more of that,” he husks. He abruptly lifts you into a standing position, leading you towards the bed from behind. He turns you around and pushes you back, leaving you breathless. Roman grips your legs by your knees and drags you to the edge, hiking your dress up as he pulls you towards him. You’re exposed to him, your pussy glistening with the remnants of your release a few moments ago.

Roman drops to his knees before you, drinking in the sight of you exposed. Once again an ache is building in your center at the sight of him before you. He has his hands resting on your hips, gripping your backside. You close your eyes as he licks his lips and leans forward, his mouth inches away from the pulsing in your clit.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You’re startled out of your reverie at the banging on the door. You and Roman both look at it in alarm.

“Uce, where you at?” Jimmy’s voice sounds from behind the closed door. Roman swears under his breath and gets up from in front of you, adjusting himself before heading to the door. You scramble to pull your dress down and stand up from the bed, rushing over to the chair to pick your discarded panties off the floor. Roman unlocks the door and cracks it open.

“Me and Jey have been waiting, man, what are you doing in here?” Jimmy questions. You curse under your breath and remain hidden by the desk. Your stomach drops at the sound of Jimmy’s voice, nervous he’ll find out you’re in here. Backstage fraternization happens, but the women who participate in it always receive more backlash than the men. You didn’t want that kind of attention. Not to mention you were just hot and heavy with Roman minutes ago, and your body temperature couldn’t seem to cool. You weren’t sure you could play off why you were in this room if someone was to question you.

You escape your thoughts as you hear the door shut, Roman successfully dismissing Jimmy. He comes into view as he steps into the room. Your heart immediately skips and your stomach rolls, seeing him saunter back over to you with a playful grin.

“We almost got found out,” he says. You glance up at his face and notice how it’s dancing with amusement. Almost getting caught had been thrilling, you must admit. You smirk back at him, your cheeks flushed.

“Going somewhere with those?” He eyes the garment in your hand.

“No,” you reply, glancing down. He once again holds out his hand expectantly, and you place them in his hand, your fingers brushing his wrist, the light brush of skin all you needed for the ache to start again. You wanted to fall into him, inhale his scent and kiss his lips. You wanted to run your hands over every inch of his body. The air around you was rich with tension. Something was pulling you towards him like a moth to flame, and you just wanted more, more, more. You were so close to him. You look into his eyes and watch as his gaze drops to your lips. All you had to do was lean forward another inch to taste him. But he steps back, leaving the air around you empty, placing your panties in his pocket.

“Wait a few minutes after I leave before showing yourself out,” he says, walking away from you and to the bathroom to find his shirt. The man that was just so close to you, was suddenly so distant. You heart faltered a bit at the thought this didn’t mean anything to him. What did you do? Suddenly embarrassed and angry, you walk over to the bathroom entrance where Roman is slipping his shirt on.

‘Show myself out?” You say crossly, folding your arms over your chest. Roman gives you a dismissive glance, and sighs.

“That door you came in through? You also leave through,” he replies. Anger rose in your chest, and you let out a small laugh of disbelief. What was happening? Did he not feel that pull, the tension? He looks at you like he’d never hungered for you.

“Fine. Don’t think about asking me to come back,” you say. Not caring if Jimmy and Jey are waiting in the hall, you go to fling the door open and storm back to your room. You felt hurt and ashamed, and you needed out of this room. You hear Roman’s voice follow you to the door.

Once you’re seated in a car, Jey puts his arm around you and pulls you close. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as the ride begins to move. As the wheel turns and your car gets higher and higher, the sounds of the carnival fade and a cool wind surrounds you. It’s quiet and comfortable up in the sky, safe and sound in your boyfriend’s arms.

Suddenly, you hear a creaking sound that crescendos to a loud pop, and the ride stops moving. You lift your head and glance at Jey with a concerned look.

“Well, shit,” he says, peering over the side of the car. Your at the peak of the Ferris wheel, the car lighting swinging back and forth with the wind.

“What happened?” You turn towards him and try to peer over the car as well, squinting at the group of workers surrounding the panel to the ride.

“I think we’re stuck up here,” Jey says. He doesn’t seem worried, but you’re a bit nervous. Jey notices the worry in your eyes and softly places his hand under your chin, titling your head up to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I got you,” he says reassuringly. The lights are flashing in patterns all around you, reflecting in your eyes, making them iridescent. Jey’s looking at you with wonder, like you’re made of starlight. He leans forward and places a gentle, calming kiss on your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as your nerves settle. He pulls back and studies your face, the small parting of your lips and your delicate eyelids, and the slight reddening of your nose from the chill in the air. You let out a soft exhale and slowly open your eyes, smiling as you realize he’s studying you.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“I’m so lucky,” he says, as he leans forward again to kiss you once more. You place one hand on his chest and the other gently on the side of his neck, pulling him closer. He has his hands on your hips, gripping them tighter as the kiss deepens. Your nails softly graze his neck where your hand is resting, eliciting a guttural moan from him. You feel a familiar pull in your core, wanting more of him. You part your lips, inviting his tongue to explore your mouth. He grabs you suddenly, pulling and lifting you so you’re now straddling his waist.

“Jey, what are you doing?” You gasp and giggle into his lips that have barely detached themselves from yours. He pulls away and looks at you with a dazed expression.

“Passing the time,” he replies in a cocky tone, a daring smile tugging at his lips. You glance over his shoulder towards the ground where more workers are now surrounding the panel before meeting his smile with your own playful one, ready to make your own fun. You grab his face in your hands and begin kissing him again, running your hand back through his hair. You slowly begin grinding your hips into his, your skirt riding up to your hips, the hardening of his dick rewarding you and encouraging you to grind harder.

He slides his hands up your shirt, the contact of his hands with your skin sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. You let out a soft gasp, tugging at his hair and pressing your lips into his feverishly. The car your in is rocking with your movements now, making the chains and blots whine. You pull away from Jey and look up to where your car connects to the wheel.

“Maybe we should stop,” you say breathlessly, glancing at Jey with concern in your eyes. With your movements halted, the rocking of the cars slows.

“Nah, [y/n], we just gotta do things a little different,” he places a quick reassuring kiss on your lips before sliding you off of him and back onto the bench beside him. You move to readjust your skirt and pull it back into position on your thighs, but Jey’s hand stops you.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. You give him a look of disbelief as he stares at you expectantly.

“Jey! Making out is one thing, I’m not-” the rest of your sentence is cut off as Jey presses a hand over your mouth and gives you a challenging look, daring you to question him.

“I’m gon’ say it one more time. Spread your legs.”

You’re breathing heavily through your nose, your heart racing. Wetness pools at your center at his command, the cool air hitting you in a teasing way as you slowly open your legs. He releases his hold on your mouth, allowing you to gulp in a breath of air. He slowly moves his right hand up your inner thigh, goosebumps forming as he gets closer and closer to where you ache for him. He’s sitting angled toward you, watching your growing look of anticipation smugly.

“What were you saying, baby girl? You want me to stop?” His hand is no longer inching towards your core, as he stops a third of the way up your thigh and brings his hand to rest on top. He looks into your eyes expectantly, waiting for you to give him the green light to please you. The hammering of your heart echos in your ears and makes Jey’s voice sound distant.

“I don’t want you to stop. Touch me,” you ask him, pleading with your eyes. He smirks and slides his hand back to the inside of your thigh. His fingertips graze the fabric of your panties. You shudder and shift closer to him, craving his fingers inside you. Jey leans closer to you and whispers sweet nothings about how aroused you are, his voice as smooth as silk, causing another wave of warmth to wash over you. He takes a finger and moves your now soaked garment to the side, swiping his index finger down your slit. A moan escapes your lips at the contact.

Jey’s gaze darkens at the sound as he continues to slide his finger up and down, your mouth dropping open further with each motion. More small moans are dying in your throat, threatening to break the silence with each stoke. Your clit is tender, and your legs twitch each time Jey’s fingers graze the bundle of nerves. He adds a second finger, spreading your lips as he goes up and down, the cool air caressing your folds and making you shudder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He murmurs, his breath hot and husky in your ear. He pushes his two fingers inside you, and you answer with a moan. He curls his fingers and pumps fast, hitting the prefect spot. Your muscles tense as lights dot your vision, pleasurable moans falling out of your mouth. Jey takes his free hand and covers your mouth, stifling your pornographic sounds. He doesn’t let up until your back arches off the seat, your eyes rolling back and your walls clenching around his fingers. He watches you ride your orgasm with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. He slowly slides his fingers out of you as you begin to relax and slump back onto the bench, spent. Your eyes flutter open in time to see him suck your orgasm off his fingers, not taking his eyes off yours.

“God, thats hot,” you remark, straightening up and biting your lip. You lean forward and reach for Jey’s member straining against the fabric of his pants, but he grabs your wrist and kisses your hand instead.

“Don’t worry about me, [y/n], relax,” he says softly, returning your hand to your lap and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You settle in comfortably and let your body meld into his side. Letting yourself go under the stars high up in the open air was something you wouldn’t soon forget. You mind is hazy as you snuggle closer to Jey.

“I love you,” you mumble as exhaustion takes over you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you say, placing your lower lip between your teeth. He lets out a small grunt and you know you’ve got him. You raise yourself up on your knees and gently kiss his lips. “What if I don’t want to wait, Daddy?” You kiss him again, this time wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in. He gently weaves his hands through your hair and grips, pulling your head back and eliciting a small moan from you.

“You know damn well I’ll fuck you six ways from Sunday, [y/n]. Patience.” He places a kiss on your forehead and turns back towards the office, adjusting himself before heading back to his call and lightly shutting the door behind him.

Fuck patience. You hear muffled conversation pick up from the office. You turn back around and stand up from the couch, sauntering over. You quietly crack open the door, slipping in and shutting it with a soft click. Roman glances towards you and furrows his brows, a puzzled look on his face. You smile innocently at him and walk around to the opposite side of Roman’s laptop, placing your hands on the desk and leaning forward. Roman clears his throat and turns his attention back the call, trying to listen the the WWE executives that were discussing some kind of deal with multiple brands.

You stand up straight and toss your hair behind your shoulders, reaching for the top button of your flannel shirt. You slowly unfasten it and move on to the next button, exposing your black lace bra, accentuating the rise and fall of your chest. Roman glances back towards you and his breath catches. He shakes his head at you in warning. Fuck, were you going to pay for this later. Roman clenches his jaw as you continue to undo each button, trying to focus his attention on the video call. The last button is undone, and you let your shirt fall off your shoulders. Roman glances back at you as you’re reaching your arms behind your back, ready to unclasp your bra. He takes an angered breath in and closes his laptop slightly.

“[y/n], what the hell are you doing?” He whispers harshly. You giggle and bite your lip.

“I’m showing myself a good time, Daddy,” you whisper back.

“Roman, I think we lost you,” you hear one of the executives say. Roman gives you one last warning glance before reopening his laptop.

“I’m here,” he replies.

Time to kick it up a notch. You take both hands and run them through you hair, taking the hair tie from your wrist and pulling your hair back. You didn’t take your eyes off Roman as you fastened it. You had him reeling, and you knew he was angry. He keeps glancing up at you, each time his expression getting darker. You drop to the floor and crawl under the desk. You can see the bulge in his sweatpants, as you lean forward and place your hands on his knees. You could feel how tense he was, and he shifts uncomfortably at your contact. He continues his conversation though, not letting you get the best of him. Yet.

You place your hand gently over the bulge in his pants, rubbing soft circles over the fabric. You feel him harden some more and your mouth waters. Roman silently urges you on by adjusting himself closer to you, and you oblige by gripping the waistline of his pants and pulling them down, his hips lifting obediently. His member springs free. You wrap your hand around his length and lean forward, letting spit drip from your mouth onto his cock. You starting moving your hand up and down slowly, before placing your mouth around the tip. You hear him take a deep breath in as he tries to answer whatever question they asked him.

You flick your tongue across the tip, rewarded with a small moan from Roman. You start moving your hand up and down his length again as you suck on the tip and occasionally flick and swirl your tongue around it. Roman’s leg muscles were clenching and unclenching with every move you made. You know how badly he wanted to grip your head and make you take it. You can hear Roman rushing to finish up the call, but where’s the fun in that? You take him fully in your mouth without warning, and his hips buck up to meet your mouth, a small fuck escaping his lips. You can hear everyone signing off and Roman’s laptop closing. You pop his cock out of your mouth and go to wipe the spit off your lips with the back of your hand, but before you pull back too much, you feel Roman’s hand on the back of your head.

“No, baby, you’re gonna finish what you start. Now be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips back around Daddy’s cock.”

You know better than to disobey him, especially with the way you behaved. You do as he says and wrap your lips back around him, his hand on the back of your head guiding your movements. He begins to thrust into you, pushing his cock into the back of your throat.

“Fuck, [y/n], just like that,” he pants. Your eyes are watering as he pushes your head down farther, taking every inch of him into your mouth. You gag as he thrusts faster, fucking your mouth ruthlessly.

“Gag on Daddy’s dick, baby, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he lets out in shuddered breaths. A few moments later you feel his hot seed shoot into the back of your throat as Roman lets out a pleasurable moan, and holds your head still as his cum fills your mouth. You don’t swallow it just yet because you know Roman likes to see. You slip out from under the desk and climb into his lap, opening your mouth so Roman can see his cum all over your tongue.

“Swallow it, baby,” he commands. You do exactly as he says and swallow, feeling his sticky mess slide down your throat.

“What happens now, Ro?” You ask slyly, running your hand through his hair. He flashes a cocky smile at you.