Jessa

Just when our conversation was getting interesting with talk that sounded an awful lot like forever, his phone had to ring!

“Worst timing ever,” I mumbled.

I heard the masculine rumble of a deep voice coming from the phone, but it was too low for me to catch what was being said. I knew it was good news, though, when Roman heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank fuck. You sure about the threat assessment?” He offered me a reassuring smile when I sent him an inquisitive look. “Yeah, I agree. Let me know what you think after your visit. If it goes well then I’ll let both teams go tonight, but Jessa and I will wait to drive back up until the morning.”

“Was it Xander? What’d he say? Did they find the guy? Was it someone from my class?” I asked as soon as he disconnected the call.

“Yes, it was Xander,” he confirmed. “They were going to trace the identities of each of the male students who commented on your post, but they didn’t have to go that far. The first one they pulled up was a face Xander recognized from the security footage of the office building. They dug a little deeper and caught him on a street cam driving past your grandmother’s house a few times.”

I would have found it hard to believe that it was as simple as that if I hadn’t seen Xander in action myself over the past year. There was a reason his firm was so successful—he was damn good at his job. “You said we might be able to go home tomorrow. Does that mean he isn’t dangerous?”

Roman ran his hand up and down my spine. It was a gesture that was probably meant to be comforting, but it made me tremble instead. Only with desire instead of fear. “It doesn’t look like he’ll be much of a threat, but Xander’s going to pay him a visit to make sure. The kid’s eighteen. No priors. Doesn’t look like he has a lot of friends, judging by his social media accounts. No photos of him with girls posted anywhere. Lives with his parents. Nothing suspicious in his search history, and his porn preferences are normal for a guy his age. Xander thinks that maybe the kid didn’t realize how creepy the calls and pictures would come across and was just trying to get up the nerve to ask you out.”

“Whoa,” I breathed out. “I’m going to try to pretend that I don’t know that Xander must have broken the law to get that kind of information so quickly and focus on the important thing. This is going to be over soon.”

“If by this, you mean you being in danger. Then, yeah.” He flipped us over so I was laying on my back with him hovering over me. “But if you mean us, then no.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good, then you’ll like this, too.”

He stood and started to strip out of his clothes. Kneeling up on the couch, my hands shook as I did the same with mine. I was down to my bra and panties when he moved in front of me, completely naked. His dick was fully hard, long and thick as it pointed up towards his stomach. The tip was glistening with pre-come. Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue out and licked at the drop.

“Mmm,” I murmured as his hips jerked forward. I swirled around the tip before sucking him as deep as I could go.

With my hand wrapped around the base to make sure I controlled how deep he went, I bobbed up and down on his length. His groans and the pumping of his hips urged me on, but I stopped and looked up at him when he reached out to cup my cheek.

“As incredible as your mouth feels, I want inside your pussy before I blow.”

Giving him one last lick, I released my grip on him and fell back onto the cushions. Dropping to his knees in front of me, Roman made quick work of my bra and panties. “Fuck, you’re ready for me,” he grunted when he sunk a finger inside me. He added another, twisting his wrist to stretch me. “Wet. Tight. And so fucking perfect.”

Rising up, he crawled over me and positioned himself at my entrance. When his cock nudged against me, I wrapped my legs around his hips as he drove deep inside me with one powerful thrust. He circled his hips slowly, holding still when he hit just the right spot and I gasped.

“Roman, please! I need more.”

“I’ll give it to you, but I want those pretty brown eyes of yours on me while I’m doing it.” One of his hands moved to my chin, tilting my head up. “You’re mine, Jessa. And I want to see my woman as she flies apart in my arms.”

“Uh huh.”

“Those damn uh huhs of yours are going to be the death of me,” he growled.

“Then fuck them out of me,” I dared him.

His blue eyes flared with heat as his fingers pressed into my hips to lift me up until my back was off the couch. “Challenge accepted.”

And boy was it. I could barely hold on, my legs squeezing his hips and my fingers gripping his shoulders, as he powered in and out of me like a sledgehammer. My pussy clenched around Roman’s dick as my body tightened in need.

“So close,” I cried out.

“That’s right, beautiful. Come for me. Strangle my cock with your tight pussy. I’m so fucking close; it’ll send me right over the edge with you.”

I wanted that. So badly. For me and for him. Sliding one hand between us, I reached down and lightly circled my clit.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “Now, beautiful. I can’t hold out when you do shit like that. It’s too fucking sexy.”

He swiveled his hips and ground against me, trapping my hand in between us as I reached my peak. Sinking deep, he held still as he let out a loud roar and came inside me. When he was done, he rolled onto his side and crushed me against his chest.

“I’m glad this part isn’t over,” I murmured sleepily, my eyes drooping as contentment swept through me. Between the orgasm and knowing that the danger would be over soon, I felt more relaxed than I had in forever. Snuggling against Roman’s chest, I barely heard his words as I drifted off to sleep, but I thought he might have said it was never going to be over.