Chapter 82

Don't get me wrong, when they got all kissy-kissy early on a Monday morning whilst I ate my breakfast, I still wanted to throw up. However, it was the way my dad knew that my mom's favourite flowers were lilies and would always buy them to decorate around the house constantly, or how he'd fold her jeans the specific and rather complicated way that she always did to make her happy. Just as much as she would put tomatoes on the side for every dish that included them rather than on it before she knew he didn't like them, or how she'd prerecord and put 'Shark Tank' on the TV before he got home on a late shift because he always liked to watch it before bed.

She walked over to me and kissed my hair before waving goodbye to Roman who waved back. Several minutes after, my dad came back with dinner, placing the two steaming bowels in front of us before heading upstairs to get ready for his meeting.

"Um, d'you want to watch a movie?" I asked anxiously. Why was I so anxious? Oh yeah, it's not like your dad completely humiliated you in front of him.

"Sure." He replied and began packing up his stuff.

I awkwardly picked up our bowels and made my way to the living room, placing them down on the coffee table. Shit, what do we watch? Beforehand, Roman had picked the movies and they were always some Si-Fi, dystopian thing, now it was my turn, and I didn't know what the hell to watch. My mom had an old set of DVDs piled by the TV which we always went for. Don't get me wrong, we had Netflix but I always found the movie selection to be shit and so I scavenged through the stack to see what was a good option. 

"I'm leaving now, sweetheart. Have a nice night – oh, are you going to watch The Notebook?" what? I looked down at my hand to see the DVD of The Notebook sitting there. Oh no. Anything but The Notebook. That was such a first date cliché. This isn't a date. Yeah, but it's still a cliché.

"Um, I –"

"What are we watching?" Roman walked in with his hands in his pockets, his hair slightly tousled like he'd ran his finger through it mere seconds ago.

"The Notebook apparently." For fuck's sake, dad!

"Cool." Roman shrugged and moved slump down on the couch. 

"We don't have to –"

"I love that movie. It's the one with Rachel Berry in, right?" my dad cut me off and leant on the doorframe, crossing his arms to think. Something he always did.

"Rachel McAdams, dad. Rachel Berry is in Glee." I corrected almost face-palming myself.

"Oh yeah. She's a nasty bitch in that show, isn't she?"

"Dad!" god, this was getting embarrassing again. Roman seemed to be holding back a laugh as I felt my face burn red once again. He's probably never seen me this humiliated before.

"Anyhow." My dad brushed it away with his hands, chuckling lightly. "I won't be back till late and your mom won't be back till sunlight. Have a nice night, kids." He waved away.

"Bye dad!"

"Bye Mr Callum!" Roman and I called simultaneously. Then we were left alone.

I awkwardly coughed fiddling with the DVD in my hand. "We... We don't have to watch The Notebook. I was just looking through and..."

"No, it's fine" Roman didn't seem to care. "If you want to watch it, we can watch it."

"I didn't say I wanted to watch it. I just looked through and –"

"Sienna?"

"Yeah?"

"Put on the damn DVD." 

I realised how big of a deal I was making this and decided to listen to him. Once I put it on, I walked back to the couch and awkwardly sat down, picking up my bowel of risotto to place on my lap.

Roman stayed silent for most of the movie, scoffing down spoonfulls of risotto I assumed he was enjoying. He didn't seem to complain about the movie at all which I assumed most boys would do throughout this kind of thing, but he didn't. He seemed almost... interested? My guess was that he hadn't seen it before.

And, much to my overthinking surprise, it was all going fine... until the main sex scene came on right after the iconic letters scene, and Noah now was pulling Ally's stockings down her legs rather seductively. The scene was hot enough to burn a house down, but with Roman sitting a few cushions away, I felt myself grow hotter.

Constantly, I kept sneaking glances to see if he had any sort of reaction. Instead, he covered his mouth with his knuckles, not making it vision enough for me to tell if he was biting them or not, but he seemed to be far calmer than the bubbling heat stirring inside of me. The only time we've had sex so far was his first time and I felt the frustration building between us for the past week. 

I kept thinking about our sex again and again. It was all I could possible think about and it drove me insane. Every part of it stained my mind like those glass windows in church, except these images were anything but holy. They were utter sins, but I would happily bathe in their callous flames. 

"Are you okay?" he finally looked back at me, catching me off guard.

I collected myself and looked back, "Hmm? Yeah, why?" I answered a little too quickly.

"Because you keep staring at me." Shit.

"I-I erm... it's just that..." what the hell am I going to say? I didn't even know where I was going with this. "D'you want to have sex?" well, that was a surprise. Congratulations, Sienna. You have officially sent your ass to the humiliation of hell. Roman stared back at me almost wide-eyed.

"I... I don't know why I just said that." I quickly looked down at my hands fiddling in my lap, my cheeks burning like the fiery pits of hell. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

"I'm fucking glad that you did, though." Roman nervously chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"Really? I thought I was –"

"I want you all the damn time, Sienna." I stayed quiet. "It's crazy to me how all that's been on my mind this past week is having sex with you over and over again." My pulse hammered against my skin. "I feel like a horny teenage boy." Now it was my turn to chuckle.

Feeling a boost of confidence, I got up and slowly made my way over to him, moving the finished dinner bowels to the coffee table before I sat down on his lap.

"You are a horny teenage boy." I corrected. His pupils were so dilated I could barely see the thin rim of silvery-blue shimmering around. "Now fuck me."

It didn't even take him two seconds before he mashed his lips to mine, and we were lost in a sea of pleasurable desire.

I ran my tongue across the seal of his lips, opening them to explore, and soon our tongues were lost in a caressing battle. His fingers trailed up my covered thighs and dug into my hips, pulling our bodies down to grind. I closed my eyes as the pure satisfaction shot up my body like dancing flames and moaned.

"God." I moaned again and held my breath as he pulled apart, staring at me with pupils so dilated the shimmering rim of silvery blue was barely visible to the naked eye. I couldn't take it any longer and pressed my lips to his with the same begging desperation as before. His name was on the tip of my tongue almost ready to scream.

"Roman..." I whispered as his hands began pulling my jeans down.

"Yeah?"

"Not on my couch." I would never be able to look at my couch the same if we had sex on it. He seemed to understand as he nodded.

"Upstairs?" he then suggested.

"Upstairs." Within a matter of seconds, he stood up and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist.

My lips travelled up his neck to his jawline, biting, flicking my tongue over the red marks I left behind. I felt like I was burning, but this was a different time of burn than before. It was white hot, sparking through my veins. Electric. Almost with adrenaline rushes of sheer craving pulsing through my body.

He carried me out of the living room and up the stairs. My hands wasted no time in slipping into his jeans, rubbing his growing erection through his boxers. He let out a loud groan, tempting me further. I grabbed a hold of him and pumped him slowly. Tauntingly.

"Sienna." He groaned again.

"Don't drop me." I warned and pumped a little faster. The smile on my lips remained against his scorching skin as I kept pumping, stroking, teasing.

Once reaching my door, Roman kicked it open with one foot and pressed me against it, slamming it shut doing so.

"You're a tease, you know that right?" he whispered harshly against my lips. I was lost for words until I felt him grow harder in my hand. He wanted me.

"You love it." I playfully fought back, and I caught the smile on his lips before his hands cupped my face and fiercely pressed his lips to mine.

"Roman..." I moaned as his erection pressed up against my core through my jeans. His hands fell to the waste band of them and began to pull. I laughed when it was evident he couldn't get them off due to our position and so I jumped down and pulled them off myself along with my top. I wore no bra underneath which came in luck for this exact moment. He laughed watching me do so but couldn't wait another second after they hit the floor as he cupped my face once more and kissed me hungrily. His hands assaulted my ass, massaging roughly, and hoisted me back up to wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

My pussy was throbbing, and my arousal was practically dripping down the insides of my thighs when his fingers started to gently run the little, sweet bud hidden by the thin lace of my thong. My fingertips grazed the skin burning under his hoodie and moulded into the strong definitions of his abs, trailing them across every contraction of his muscles, admiring the ripples they made in his skin. Grasping onto the hem, I lifted the hoodie over his head and ran my hands across his bare, muscular shoulders, holding on tightly as his hips rocked against mine.

"Fuck." I sighed and tipped my head back. I reached down and pulled his boxers to his knees letting his cock spring free.

"Skip the foreplay." I mumbled into his mouth. He pulled away and stared into my eyes. I could never get enough of his eyes, I liked them so much I wanted to stare into them forever. God, I was acting so cheesy but I didn't care. "I want you inside me. Now." I demanded and he didn't need to be told twice. A smirking smile pulled up the corners of his lips and he placed me down to pull a condom out of the pocket of his jeans lying on the floor.

"Look at you, coming prepared." I teased. He strode back up to me and lifted me up, holding me to the door.

"I've wanted you all week. I've had to be." he muttered and handed me the foil wrapper. I teared it off and bit my lip as I carefully rolled it down him. His lips pressed against the side of my head, his hot breath panting harshly against my skin. Once on, he took his cock in his hand and moved my underwear to the side before placed it at my entrance.

"God, you're so wet." He groaned before thrusting in.