Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

EMERSYN

T he sound of the alarm going off penetrated the shroud of sleep with an annoying amount of chirpiness. Groaning, I swam up through the drowsy layers of comfort and warmth wrapped around me. An arm tightened around my middle, tugging me back and then another arm reached past me and the alarm silenced.

Oh. Much better.

I sank back into the pillows when a second alarm jarred my eyes open. Rome stretched past me again. This time, he yanked the whole alarm off the nightstand, unplugging it from the wall, before he sent it flying. It landed with a thump somewhere across the room.

The sudden silence landed like a heavy blanket and I groaned. As much as I did not want to get up, I needed to shower and stretch or I wouldn’t be able to move today. Sully had spent the last four days being the most grueling of taskmasters. I’d spent between eight and ten hours each day creating, adjusting, and then fine-tuning three new routines.

Despite his statement that we would probably only have time for one, we’d actually tackled five. The last two weren’t ready yet, but they would be for the next tour stop and I couldn’t wait to perfect the final one—it was a secret even from the guys. Rome hadn’t cared for the idea and Freddie had liked it even less, but after three days with Sully, they were a little more trusting.

Pushing upward, I forced my eyes to open. Every muscle in my body ached. With a groan, I made it halfway before Rome curled an arm around me and dragged me backwards. He curved his body against my back. That elicited another groan from me cause he was so warm. I just wanted to burrow into him.

“I have to get up,” I told him, though my eyes closing and the fact I was rubbing his arm made a bit of a liar out of me. I wasn’t even sure where Vaughn was. He’d been in bed the night before when I’d crawled up between them to watch the movie, and Freddie had been sprawled in one of the chairs the suite boasted.

Lifting my head, I swept a squinted glance around. They weren’t in here. Ugh.

“Sleep,” Rome said, flattening his palm against my abdomen. The drowsy notes in his voice gave it a huskier quality.

“I have to train.”

“No,” he replied.

“No?” I tried to twist to face him, but he locked his arm and slid a leg over mine. “Rome…”

“Rest. You are tired.”

“The show must go on.” This was what I did. We opened in three days. I had just this week to train before we would be doing performances every day and twice on the weekends for the next two weeks. I would cycle the crew in and out. The other performers, however, were like me, we were used to the longer stretches.

And honestly, the performances weren’t eight to ten hours, so those days were actually lighter than training.

Skating his hand up my abdomen, Rome slid it right under the tank top I’d gone to bed in. He cupped one of my breasts and my nipple went taut at the contact.

“Rome…” I groaned as he massaged my breast before he caught the nipple and gave it the barest of tweaks. I went from struggling to get up to waging a battle with the desire he ignited with a few gentle strokes. He pressed his lips to my bare shoulder and when I twisted this time, he let me roll over.

“Starling,” he said, bracing a hand on either side of me as he blanketed me. I shifted my thighs to cradle his hips automatically. Someone was naked already and the thick weight of his cock was teasing along the seam of my panties. Maybe I should have gone to bed naked. I did more often than not, but I’d fallen asleep while we watched movies.

All thoughts of getting up fled as I stared into his gorgeous eyes. The sun was up already, the light filtering through the curtains though we were still mostly in shadow. “Rome…” I cupped his cheek. The bite of stubble stung my palm.

“We’re taking a day off,” he said.

“We are?”

“Yes.” Then he dipped his head to kiss me. The massage of his lips was a question and an entreaty all at once. Morning breath was absolutely a thing, but I didn’t care as his tongue swept in to tease mine. The scrape of his stubble on my cheeks left a trail of electric heat as he made a path from my mouth to my throat. His hand glided beneath my tank top again.

The warmth of his palm on my breast had me arching my hips. I was still stiff and sore, but I’d rather grind against him and my body was more than happy to get on board. “Can we afford?—”

My thoughts splintered. Holy shit, he’d locked his mouth around my nipple through the fabric of the tank. The heat and dampness hit me even as he sucked my nipple to his teeth. The combination of suction and the muted pressure of his teeth made me squirm. Arching my back, I rolled my hips wanting to caress him but he was moving too.

The sinuous length of his body pressed down on me, his chest against my thighs now as he pushed my shirt up. He replaced his hand on one breast with his mouth. If he was trying to drive me mad, it was working. I wiggled to tug the tank up and over. As Rome had with the phone earlier, I threw it toward the end of the bed.

He lifted his head from where he was kissing my breasts. He pushed them together and stared at me as I stretched. “We’re taking a day off.” It was what he said earlier and for some reason, the declaration came out an order.

Licking my lips slowly, I studied the heat in his eyes. I loved it when he stared at me like this. He never avoided my gaze. Yet, when he dipped his attention to my lips, I smiled. “I’m having a hard time remembering what my argument was.”

His eyes softened. “Good.”

At the same time, I needed to?—

“No,” he said, pushing upward to kiss me again. He cupped my face, holding me tight as he devoured my mouth. “No to practice.” Kiss. “No to worrying.” Kiss. “No to anything except me.”

Laughter swarmed through me, but he swallowed the sound with his devouring kisses. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I locked my legs around his hips. With a twist, I rolled us over and sat astride him as he went flat on his back. His hands glided down to my shoulders, then my breasts and further still until he settled them on my hips.

The only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my panties. He rocked my hips, letting me grind down on him as I leaned forward and this time, I braced one of my arms against the bed before I nuzzled a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Just you?”

“Just me,” he confirmed. “Vaughn and Freddie are busy.” He ground me a little harder with each word and the steel of his cock rubbed along my clit. The panties kept the friction from doing what I wanted.

“You’re not busy?” I ran my fingers over his chest, tracing the tattoos. He really was so beautifully inked. Fine lines with little hidden features. My favorite was his cock where, he’d inked me. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around it when I’d first seen it, erect and straining. He’d tattooed me , dancing in the silks, along his cock and there was no mistaking it for anyone else.

“Yes,” he countered. “I’m busy with you.”

My smile grew and I arched my hips, pushing up with my knees. It forced me to lose contact with that beautiful work of art he’d created and I trailed my fingers down to his waist then to his groin.

There I was, one leg twined in silk and If I wrapped my hand around him like I did now, I could see the other side. He let out a harsh exhale as I stroked him from base to tip. “Busy with me…”

“Yes,” he said, bumping his hips upward as my grip on him loosened. I flexed my fingers and stroked him again. “With you.”

“All day?” The more I turned this idea over in my head, the more I liked it. I was stiff and sore.

“Yes.” He squeezed my hips. “We need to play.”

Another squeeze of his cock had him thrusting against my palm again. Rome telling me what he needed, that could be addictive. “Do you need to play?” He always asked me what I needed and did what he could to fulfill it.

“Yes.” Zero hesitation as his eyes locked on mine. “So do you.”

I opened my mouth to argue the point, then closed it again, I shifted and then slid the gusset of my panties to the side so I could tease him against me. I was soaking and as much as we’d kissed, we’d barely touched. My breasts ached from his earlier attention. Then as if reading the direction of my thoughts, he stroked his hands up to my breasts.

Every light touch teased. He alternated between those and actually pinching, pulling taut, then releasing my nipples. The pattern had me leaning forward as he studied my breasts and kept playing with them.

“Rome…”

He flicked his blue eyes upward, settling his attention on me. Heat unfurled inside me. As our gazes locked, I sank down on him and took his full length with one thrust. His beautiful mouth opened in a soundless little cry. The dampness on his lips had me stretching along him and kissing him softly.

Little butterfly brushes of my lips to his as I rolled my hips. It eased him out and then back in again. Slow, teasing motions that denied us both any real friction. He clasped a hand to my ass and another to my face as I kept lifting my head away. No long, wet kisses. A groan vibrated in his chest as he tried to increase the friction.

In some ways, it was like dancing where he matched my steps and pursued me. Each time I changed the pattern, he was right there and not once did he take his eyes off me. The feel of him thrusting left me shaking almost as much as trying to control the rhythm.

I loved that he knew how to move with me and when I dropped my hands to rest on the bed on either side of his head, he wrapped his hand around my nape and dragged me down for a soul deep, wet kiss that chased all other thoughts from me. It was just Rome and how he filled me. He rolled us over again, setting the pace to something far more delicious.

Every thrust rocked me up the bed, but he hooked his hands under me, holding my shoulders so I couldn’t slide away. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my body to let him hit deeper. Then he was stroking that spot, striking with every thrust. The deep wet kiss turned to a biting one and then he lifted his head to stare down at me.

I added a swirl to my hips, a sway that increased the friction of the cotton against my clit as he ground himself against me each time he sank to the hilt. My breasts rubbed against his chest, and the increased sensation just added a little more madness to my morning.

“Come?” It was an invitation, not a command. If I wanted to go like this for hours, he’d indulge me. The heat of his cock seemed to pulse inside of me, but he wasn’t releasing. No that was just Rome and how fucking good he felt to me.

I slid a hand between us and into my panties. The grind was wonderful, but I needed just a bit more pressure. The movement seemed to be the encouragement he sought. I began to swirl my fingers against my clit, when he eased upwards and pushed my legs higher.

The stretch burned along the backs of my thighs. A groan tore out of me. This was pleasure and pain. It was perfect. He braced my legs higher, pushing them up to his shoulders and then he covered my fingers with his.

The pressure detonated the ropes of tension, expanding them outward as I went rigid chasing that pleasure, then he tipped me right over as he sank into me again and again. His low shout as his pace stuttered warned me of his release. Yet even as that heat filled me, he kept teasing my clit until I was sobbing.

It was too much and not enough. Then he dragged my shaking fingers upward to suck my fingers clean. My whole body trembled, and he was still inside me. Softening, but stiff enough to stay in place.

When I was able to catch my breath, I said, “What are we doing next?”

His smile was breathtaking. Then he was sliding down my body, kissing a path to my cunt before he went to work on my swollen, sensitive clit. I had no other thoughts after that save for just one.

Rome.