Eternal Flame (Eternal Flame #1) (19 page)

Morning nature awoke Kristen in the wee hours of the morning. She frowned and squeezed her legs together, not wanting to move. The bed felt so good and warm and she knew the minute she got up, the cold from the blistering air conditioner would send her body into shock. She was blissfully drained. For a few minutes she just lay there, staring out into the darkness in the hallway. The entire apartment was swarmed in darkness. Roman had turned off all the lights before they’d gone to bed. She remembered she used to be afraid of the dark when she was a little girl but the older she’d gotten, she found it to be comforting.

She slowly turned on her back and sleepily gazed up at the skylights. The rain was still falling from the sky, forming small puddles on the skylight before they spread out and dripped down over the sides. The wind was howling outside and the power of it made the windows slightly rattle. The sounds of nature were almost poetic in that moment, just like they’d been earlier when she and Roman had taken their “relationship” to an intimate level.

Blinking away sleep, Kristen turned her head to her left and felt her heart soar at the sight of Roman lying beside her. He was lying on his back. One of his arms was behind his head while the other rested on his stomach. The moonlight sifted in through the windows, high-lighting his masculine perfection. The man was enviably beautiful even while he slept. It didn’t make any sense for someone to be that gorgeous. She wanted to savor the moment. She wanted to snuggle under him, hold him, put her face in his neck and inhale him. She wanted to hold him tight and never let him go. She still couldn’t believe she’d made love to him. Roman Dean, the man of her dreams. Roman Dean had taken her virginity. Roman Dean had made love to her, several times. She was unofficially his. Least, that’s the way she saw it. She didn’t want to think about leaving tomorrow. She didn’t want to think about what it meant or didn’t mean to him. She was happy. So happy she wanted to cry.

Kristen quietly turned on her side towards him and placed her hand against her head, studying him. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. His mouth was partially open as he snored lightly. She was relieved he wasn’t a heavy snorer. She hoped she hadn’t snored in her sleep. Joy liked to tease her and tell her she sounded like a chain saw when she slept. She prayed that wasn’t true.

Missing him, she leaned over to him and listened to him breathing, then placed her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. She decided his heartbeat would be her favorite song for the rest of her life.

Fearing she wouldn’t be able to hold her urine much longer, Kristen threw her bare legs over her side of the bed and stretched languidly. She got up and felt her way to the bathroom, grimacing slightly at the dull soreness between her legs. Roman had seriously put a hurting on her pussy. But it had all been worth it.

She grinned foolishly in the dark and tried not to trip and fall over anything on the way to the bathroom. She located the French Doors and pulled one of them open; looking over her shoulder to make sure she hadn’t woken Roman. She closed the door behind her, turned on the light; and then wadded barefoot to the separate toilet area to relieve herself.

She tried not to be horrified at the few droplets of blood she saw on the toilet paper. Joy had told her that might happen whenever she finally had sex. She should have told him she was a virgin; then maybe he would’ve taken things a little easier with her. Being honest with herself, she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the fantastic night they had shared together. Her pussy clenched together at the memory of his punishable dick between her legs. She leaned over and put her hands in her face as her mind teased her with the erotic memories of the night.
 

She rested on her knees and giggled into her hands, blushing. Roman Dean was a wild man. Beyond wild indeed. He had this image in the public of being this soft-spoken, shy pop star but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Making love to him had shown her that. His vigorous love-making and desperate hunger for her made goose-bumps prickle up on her skin. The sex was so good the memory of it made her squirm sitting on the toilet seat. She had pulled his hair so much tonight she was surprised he wasn’t bald. She was sure there was a lock of his hair somewhere on the floor between the living room and the master bedroom. She had marked his back repeatedly with her nails.

Their fiery personalities combined with sex was purely animalistic. Their lovemaking had been wild and out of control. The sexual tension that had been crackling between them for the past two days had erupted and combusted like a sexual volcano.

She stood up and flushed the toilet, then went to the sink nearest the shower and washed her hands. She stared longingly at the tub and shower, hoping her and Roman could christen it before she left. They had already christened three rooms in his apartment.

Kristen wiggled at the stickiness between her thighs and looked around for a rag. Her body was coated with dried sweat and bodily secretions. Roman had wiped them both down after their second encounter but they’d fallen asleep after the third. She located a set of towels and rags in a closet in the bathroom and thought about taking a shower but she didn’t want to take one without him. She wanted to have that experience. She wanted those dirty fantasies she’d had earlier about that sexy shower to come true.

She took the rag and towel to the sink with the make-up counter, turned on the water, took a quick bird bath and dried herself off. She folded the rag and towel; then placed them on the counter. She stared at her naked reflection in the mirror and blushed at how wild and wanton she looked. Her brown eyes were wild, feral, and wide. Her hair was all other the place. There were several love bites on her shoulders, neck, stomach, and breasts. She glanced down at her thighs and weren’t surprised to see a few on the inner parts of both of them. She was more than sure there were some on her back and ass. Maybe even inside her pussy. Roman couldn’t stay off of it. He loved going down on her. It was almost like he was obsessed with it. They had made love three times and he had gone down on her each time, not stopping until she’d released her sweetness in his mouth. She lost count of how many times she’d orgasmed that night.

She was almost embarrassed by how much noise she’d made; how loud she’d been. Every time he pulled an orgasm out of her it was like someone was reaching inside of her and pulling her insides out. That’s how powerful they were. They felt so good she literally screamed each time she came, sometimes more than once. Roman seemed to delight in her cries and did everything in his power to keep them coming. Not that he needed to try that hard. The man seemed to know what to do and how to do it without her even having to tell him.

His thrusts had been powerful, deep, and hard. Each time he entered her body, she literally had to hold her breath. The first time she hadn’t been able to take all of him in and it was still difficult by the second time but by the third time she had almost grown accustomed to his large size. She relished him putting his hands under her ass and arching her body to his. His body felt hard and strong against her soft one. He loved watching her breasts while he moved inside of her, delighting in their jiggle, especially when he moved faster.

His uncontrollable desire for her had turned her on immensely. He made her feel like she was the sexiest, most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Each time he’d made love to her he couldn’t keep his eyes, his hands or mouth off of her. He had lived up to her fantasies and then some.

Smiling bashfully at her reflection, Kristen shut off the light and went back into the bedroom, leaving the French doors open. It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t called Joy to tell her where she was and let her know she was okay. She needed to call in case she was worried.

Kristen felt her way through the dark halls back to the living-room. The layout of his home was already memorized in her mind. She remembered Roman had thrown her purse on the table by the front door, along with his keys. Reaching the front entry, she found her purse and went into the kitchen, turning on the light above the stove. She pulled her phone out of her purse and wasn’t surprised to find it was dead. She located an outlet, plugged up her phone, waited a few seconds, and then turned it on. She had four messages. There was a message from her mom, who had called to make sure she was having a good time. Her mother hadn’t bothered her much while she’d been away and she was thankful for that. Her mother had never been overly protective of her, especially because she’d been a good student, made good grades, and had graduated with honors. She figured the Boston trip was the perfect reward for her daughter.

Kristen’s dad had also called. His message was very different from her mother’s. Her mother looked at her like an adult whereas her dad still saw her as his little girl. He said he hadn’t been able to reach her and just wanted to make sure she was okay. He said he’d called Joy and she’d said she didn’t know where Kristen was. He begged Kristen to call him as soon as she got the message. She didn’t call him but she texted him and told him her phone had been dead when he’d called and she’d called him later. She left out the part about staying the night with a celebrity she’d loved for years but barely knew. That would kill her father.

She smiled, thinking of him. She was a Daddy’s girl. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased about what she’d done. He was convinced she would stay a virgin for life. They had a very open relationship and could talk about anything but no way in hell was Kristen ever mentioning this.

Her father had a genuine disdain and distrust of celebrities and hadn’t liked her going on the Boston trip. He knew how she felt about the Next Level and Roman especially, and he was worried about some no good rock n roller taken advantage of his baby girl. He was convinced all of them were promiscuous dogs. She didn’t know about the rest of them but Roman and Diego were anything but. She bit her lip and woefully sighed when she saw Diego had also called and left a message. She held her breath as she played the message. He said he just wanted to make sure she was okay. She decided to let things be and call him the next morning. Her heart hurt at the thought that he still had feelings for her and she had crossed the point of no return with Roman, leaving out any further chances of Diego pursuing her.

She was worried about how he might take the news if she and Roman decided to take their relationship further and go public, especially after she’d called him to pick her up and complained about Roman the whole time. She didn’t want him to think she’d used him, even if that had been the case.  It made her feel anxious to think about it so she made herself stop.

Joy had texted her, wondering she was. She shot a quick text back and let her know she was at Roman’s and would call her the next morning. She knew Joy would have a barrage of questions and she would have to mentally get right before calling her. Joy was not going to believe the crazy, wild, passionate night she’d had.

She looked out the window in the kitchen for a few minutes; then shut off the light and made her way back to Roman’s bedroom. She carefully climbed in beside him. She pulled the covers up to her breasts, turned on her side, and snuggled against the pillow, looking at him. She couldn’t stop looking at him. Her obsession with him was now more intense than ever.

Her mind drifted back to earlier that night, the first time he’d entered her. They never made it to the bedroom. After orally pleasing her for what felt like hours, Roman had leaned up and wildly kissed her, giving her a surprising thrill of the sweet taste of her flesh on his mouth. He’d pulled away and looked at her, his eyes anxious.

“I don’t have anything here,” he’d said almost shyly. “It’s been a while.”

Kristen had known he was talking about condoms and was more than relieved it had been a while for him. She trembled beneath him and focused her eyes on his. “I’m on the pill.”

His eyes held questions and reservations as he stared down at her.

“I trust you,” she quietly told him, running her fingers over his chiseled jaw line. “Make love to me Roman.”

Saying those words elicited a sharp intake of breath from him. He immediately stood to his feet and removed his shoes and socks; followed quickly by his boxer-briefs. He lowered his body to hers. He moved so fast she didn’t get to take a peek of the dick she’d become acquainted with earlier and it disappointed her. He braced one hand beside her head and used the other to carefully guide himself inside of her. Their eyes held one another as he pushed, stretching her, branding her; making her his. Kristen’s eyes widened slightly and she softly cried out at the piercing nudge of his dick inside of her. The pain was overwhelming. She began whimpering softly. He stopped suddenly and looked at her, his eyes wide and filled with hesitation. Instinctively, she knew he knew. Afraid he wouldn’t continue, Kristen lifted her lips to his and softly kissed him, answering the question he couldn’t verbalize. Still unsure, he held back for a moment; then his body slowly relaxed. He opened her wider to him and entered her completely with one hard push.

Kristen threw her arms around his back and dug her nails in. Roman caressed her ass, her stomach, the inside of her thigh, her breasts and her face with his free hand before putting it beside her head. He braced himself on both hands and sensuously grinded against her, gritting his teeth in pleasure. He kissed her. His moves were slow and steady then fast and hard. Kristen threw her legs around him and dug her heels in his sweaty hips. Flesh slapped against flesh as he rocked his body against hers. Little was said between them, only the sounds of lingering sighs, heavy grunts, and whimpering cries of pleasure. The thrill of him inside of her became an instant addiction. Time seemed to stand still. When it was over, Kristen screamed her release and he followed shortly thereafter with his own strangled cry.