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He sat across from Callie at the outdoor seating in Homestyle Kitchen—trying not to fidget with his napkin. The awkward tension between them was palpable ever since they'd slept together all those weeks ago. Half the time, Roman wasn't sure what to say to break the ice. It felt like Callie could barely stand to be in his presence. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up. "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me win custody of Ivy. I couldn't have done it without you fighting so hard." He said, offering her a tentative smile. "I’m so glad I no longer have to worry about losing her anymore now."

Callie sat across from Roman, doing her best at small talk, while avoiding eye contact with the man. It was easier when she had a court case to talk to him about. She could at least keep the subject there, but now that that was over; they had to find other things to talk about. Other things to do. Other things like not fucking each other to the point of no return. Because, after all, they could still return from this, right? Adults had sex all the time between friends, it didn't mean anything. She smiled at him, and nodded, "Of course. It was my pleasure." She responded, "So, what do you think you're going to do next?" She bit down on the inside of her lower lip, before sighing, "You think you're going to start dating?" The fact she could say that as calmly as she did was impressive. That wasn't to account for the acid that came up in the back of her throat, though. "If so, my one friend, that you met at the court house. She wanted me to ask you about possibly some drinks."

It felt really weird for him to sit here and act like things were platonic between them when he'd seen her naked and done things that were not friendly at all that night. But she seemed fine, even nonchalant—which was fine. Everything was fine… "Live. That's the plan. You know how much I love Ivy, it's nice to know that she won't be taken away from me," Roman said with a smile, though it felt a bit forced. He took a sip of his iced tea and nearly choked when she asked about dating. His eyes watered as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry?"

His mind raced. Did she try to set him up after they slept together? It stung more than he wanted to admit. He tried to play it cool, but inside he was reeling. Part of him wanted to blurt out that the only person he was interested in dating was sitting right across from him. But he couldn't do that. Callie had made it clear she just wanted to be friends. So instead, he forced a chuckle. "I don't know, I've kind of got my hands full with Ivy and work right now." He fidgeted with his napkin, avoiding her gaze. "Besides, I'm not sure I'm ready to jump back into the dating pool just yet, but maybe you should do that." The words felt like venom dripping from his lips.

She was fairy impressed with herself. For keeping herself calm, and capable of speaking to Roman as if they hadn't fucked, and her body was dying for an encore. This is literally why there's rules that say 'don't sleep with your friends'. Callie was staring right at it, and because she was busy trying to backtrack on the whole encounter. Especially around her friends, she found herself put in positions such as these. Where she was actually asking him to give her coworker a call. Her face and demeanor seemed fine, but had he actually said yes, and asked for her number… Well, that, that she didn't know about. Therefore, when he shot it down, there was the most damning sense of relief that flew through her. So very damning, because it just about shook her with the answer she's trying to avoid.

"Yeah, of course." She replied, nodding her head. "Full time parenting, and a career can really put a wedge in your dating life." She licked her lips, before bringing her own drink to her lips. She'd find herself now choking at the way this got turned back on her. Shaking her head, she placed the mug back down, "Me? No, no -- I'm -- no. Career, and Harper here, as well." She swallowed, and shifted in her seat, "But I mean -- when we're both ready, we should definitely… help each other out. Friend to friend." Girl -- what the fuck.

Her attempt at keeping things casual between them was annoying the hell out of Roman. She acted as if he hadn’t seen her naked and fucked her until she passed out. The memory of their night together kept flashing through his mind, making it difficult to focus on the conversation at hand. Still, if she wanted to pretend like nothing happened, two could play that game. When she suggested setting him up with her coworker, he clenched his jaw. The nerves of her to try playing matchmaker after everything… It felt like a slap in the face.

Forcing a smile, he spoke as if he wasn't bothered at all. "Yeah, dating is tough when you're a single parent with a demanding job. It's not exactly a recipe for romance," he said, his tone a bit more sarcastic than he intended. A part of him felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her squirm. Good, at least he wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable. "Friend to friend?" Roman raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I guess it won’t hurt. You never know, that might be my future wife.” Never going to happen. The thought alone made bile rise in his stomach. He leaned back in his chair, studying her face for a moment. "But seriously, why the sudden interest in my love life?”

If you were to ask Callie directly, exactly what the hell this conversation was -- well, she wouldn't really know. She had absolutely no fucking idea. He seemed uncomfortable, and she -- well, she didn't particularly care to know about his dating life. She'd presume that she might want to rip someone's face off if she actually had to discuss or witness this. Yet, here she was. Playing match maker. She somehow kept the soft smile upon her features as he spoke, nodding as he spoke truths. "Friend to friend." She repeated, with a firm nod. Friends. Good great friends who saw each other naked, and spent an amazing night together. That was friend like. Friends.

When he spoke about his future wife, Callie's jaw tighten, his words hitting a nerve, but she refused to show that. Or at least say that. "Maybe." She pushed out, finding that it was harsher then she meant it to be. Clearing her throat, she straighten out, "I mean, you never know, right?" The sweetness in her own voice even registered fake to her. She pressed her lips together as he studied her, before asking about her sudden interest in his love life. What a great fucking question. "Uh." She opened her mouth, and quickly closed it, before giving him a shrug, "I have no interest, I was just, you know -- suggesting it. Since she took such a liking to you. Which, I mean, why wouldn't she." She spoke, avoiding eye contact, as she allowed herself to focus on the wall behind his head.

A fake friendly smile was plastered on his face as he listened to Callie's suggestion. He couldn't believe she was trying to set him up with her coworker after the night they'd spend together. No big deal, he only had his dick inside her. Jesus, this woman was infuriating! The thought of dating anyone else left a bitter taste in his mouth. Still, he decided to play along, even if it was the last thing he wanted. "Sure, why not? I'm always open to meeting new people," he said, masking the annoyance bubbling inside him. "But let's be real, Cal. Do you really think your coworker and I would hit it off? I mean, you know me better than anyone." He raised an eyebrow. Was that an innuendo? It sure fucking was.

Deep down, he was hurt. Did their night together mean nothing to her? Was he just a good fucking time to her? He wanted her, not some random setup. As she stumbled over her words, avoiding eye contact, he felt satisfied somehow. At least he wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable. "Well, I'm flattered that she took a liking to me. But let's be honest, who wouldn't?" He lifted his right hand and started lifting his fingers as he made his point, “I’m filthy rich, handsome and a good lay. The last part she’ll learn when the time comes.” He leaned forward, his blue eyes zeroing on her dark ones, “or you could do me a favor and tell her that. You would know that.” Checkmate. Try forgetting that night now, Callie…

Ah, yes -- if putting your foot in your mouth had a picture next to it in the directory; it surely would be this moment. She didn't miss the sharp tone to his voice, but it would be his words that would cut the most. Not because they weren't true, they were -- she could attest for that. But the idea of Roman doing what he did to her, to someone else; had her wanting to blind rage. How the fuck did she think this was going to be a good idea? And was he actually buying into it now? He wouldn't, right? Then again, wasn't she the one who was suggesting it. Shit -- when the hell did this get so confusing.

"I--" She started, but trailed off, flashbacks of him in her shot through her mind. She cleared her throat, and shook her head, "Yeah -- yeah, you're a catch, Rome. Total package, anyone would be lucky…." Her voice trailed off, the confident in it fading with each word. "I mean, of course, when you're ready to do all that." And now she was just talking herself into a circle, did she even know where she was going with this anymore. "You don't need me to set you up. You're…" Her dark eyes flickered down to his chest, before back up at his face, "you." Smooth Callie. Very smooth. Fuck.

He shouldn't feel so smug right now, but it was nice to see he could still make Callie lose her wits about him. It irritated Roman that they had come to this awkward impasse. Where did he go wrong? As he watched her fumble for words—clearly flustered by his pointed remarks—he couldn't help but wonder how they'd ended up in this strange limbo. They were friends. She was his first kiss, his first crush. For a while there, he thought he was over it. But clearly he wasn’t. Even after all these years, those old feelings still lingered, simmering beneath the surface.

But now, here they were, both single parents, dancing around the undeniable tension between them. He had thought their night together meant something, that perhaps they were finally on the same page. Yet, she seemed determined to brush it aside. The idea of her setting him up with someone else, as if he were just another casual fling, stung more than he cared to admit. Of course, he wasn't blameless in this situation. He shouldn’t have let the other night happen. Still, it did. There was nothing he could do about that now. “That’s what I thought.” He shrugged, as if he hadn’t blatantly reminded her of their night together. “But you know, if you want me to set you up, I guess I could do that.” Was he really going to do that? Hell no. But she was playing games, and he was playing along.

Did Callie really have a right to feel irritated right now? Maybe not. After all, this was her idea. She bought this up. But the entire thing left nothing but a bad taste in her mouth. Her jaw clenched as he tossed back that smug 'that what I thought'. This motherfucker. How did she get here, and most importantly, why was she trying to fight it. Deep down, she was quite aware that if this man even attempted a successful date with anyone she knew, or didn't for that matter, there was gonna be hell. Yet, she sat there, quiet.

That was until he mentioned setting her up. Her eyes widen, and her head tilted, "You'd set me up?" She asked, a humorless chuckle falling from her lips. She wanted to ask them both to be so fucking for real right now. But instead, she straighten her shoulders and stared him in the face, "You got friends you want me to date?" She challenged, but any attempt to continue playing along fell short, when she shook her head, "You going to inform them how good I feel? How wet I get? The sounds I make just as I cum?" She wondered, "Or are you going to let them find that out on their own." Whatever game she started here, she knew she was well over it at this point. "You will not be setting me up with any of your friends, Roman." She stated, her next few words were almost 'if you want this girl's number, I'll give it you'. But the moment her eyes reconnected with his, she found herself pulling him closer to her, and crushing her lips against his.

Satisfaction filled him at Callie's reaction to his suggestion of setting her up. The way her eyes widened and that chuckle escaped her lips told him everything he needed to know. She was just as affected by their night together as he was, no matter how much she tried to play it cool. “I've got plenty of friends who'd love a chance with you," he said, careful to keep his annoyance at bay. The tension was palpable. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but Roman couldn't seem to stop himself. It annoyed him that she was trying to play it off like what happened didn’t mean a thing. When Callie stated firmly that he wouldn't be setting her up with any of his friends, a brow arched. But before he could respond, she was pulling him closer, and before he knew it, her lips were on his.

For a moment, he was caught off guard, his body responding instinctively to her touch. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. It was electric, just like it had been that night, and he felt himself getting lost in the sensation. But then, reality came crashing back. He pulled away, his breath ragged as he stared down at her. "I can't do this," he said, his voice strained. "Not if you're just going to keep playing games with me. One minute you're trying to set me up with someone else, the next you're kissing me like this. I don't know what you want from me." He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his features. "That night meant something to me, Callie. I thought maybe we were finally on the same page. But now, I don't know what to think. If you don't want this, if you don't want us, then just say it. But don't string me along like this. I’m not a toy."

Callie knew she looked crazy right now, there was no doubt in her mind about that. However, she didn't seem to care. As he began kissing her back, she found herself tightening her hands around his shirt. Her lips moved against his, the tickling of his bread against her soft skin. The desire filled her as she inhaled this smart, good-looking, sweet man. The thought of another woman touching him like this was enough to have her go feral. How did she think she would be able to do this? All she's thought about was him. The taste of him, the feel of him, the sound of him -- him. For the last long 3 month process, and trying to play this game with him. It just wasn't in her. If he agreed to this friend's number, and tried walking out of here with it, she knew he wouldn't get far. She gasped as he pulled away, the sudden chill between then hitting her in the face, and all she could do was shake her head. She'd pull at his shirt, wanting to keep him as close to her as possible. "You're not--" She began, "You're not a toy, Roman -- you're not." She placed her hands on either side of his face, and leaned her forehead against his. His scent still intoxicating as ever. It would make better sense to put a little space between them so she could think clearly, but she couldn't-- she didn't want to. "All I've thought about for the last 3 months is you, Roman." She confessed, "I wasn't looking for you. I didn't think I could…" She trailed off, "I would have liked to believe I would've allowed you to walk out of here today with a date planned with this other woman, but I think I'd rather you didn't." She moved her head back slightly, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night, okay? I'm like a fucking school girl when you're around." She looked up into his eyes, "I wanted nothing but you, -- just you. And the girls --" She licked her lips, "Us-- God that sounds crazy, but there--" She forced herself to push back from him, throwing her hands out, "--there. There it is." She said, "I want you, all of you. And I don't want you to go out with someone else. Of course, I don't! You wanna go out with someone? Take me out. I'm fun!" She was beginning to ramble, clearly nervous the longer they stood before one another like this. "Or -- you know, where you're ready. Okay -- you can shut me up any second now."

#( muse: calliope montgomery. )#( interactions: calliope montgomery. )#( interactions: callie x roman. )

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Lately, Roman wasn’t exactly in the mood for going out—still rattled by Jasmine’s sudden appearance and her intentions with Ivy. The thought alone was enough to keep him rooted at home—clinging to every moment he could spend with the little girl who had become his world. But Callie, ever the persistent friend, had other plans for him. She practically dragged him out of the house and while he’d been reluctant, a part of him was grateful that she did. He needed to get out of the house. Just because things were shit, it didn’t mean he had to wallow.

The Fillmoir was bustling, the kind of lively atmosphere he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. The music from the band, now on break, filled the air with an electric energy. With a few drinks in his body, the heaviness he felt slowly began chipping away. Callie had been right; this was exactly what he needed. Fetching another round of drinks, he returned to find a situation unfolding that he hadn’t anticipated. A guy was hovering a little too close to his friend, his intentions clear in his body language. The man was trying to hit on Callie and she looked uncomfortable as hell. He could see it in her posture. Time to stop this nonsense.

Walking over, he placed their drinks down and slipped an arm around Callie’s shoulders as though it was the most natural thing in the world. He kissed her cheek, narily missing her plush lips. “Sorry I was taking too long, babe. The line was long,” he offered as an explanation. Turning to the other man, he flashed a smile that was all charm and no warmth. “Thanks for keeping my girl company. You are?” His question was polite but pointed. If this guy didn’t understand he needed to leave, he must be dumb.

Callie couldn't quite remember the last time she spent this much time with the same man. Truthfully, she tried to avoid them because they usually irked her soul. But Roman was becoming a welcomed bonus to her days; as was his daughter. It'd seem that they almost had a routine down; mainly for the benefit of the girls, and it was going quite well. Besides, of course, for Ivy's mom trying to reclaim her child like some lost toy. While Callie was putting her case together to make sure that didn't happen; the legal side very much on track. She'd find that her friend wasn't so much. It was obvious that he was worried, and why wouldn't he be? This was a scary thing. But she also knew he needed to relax a little bit before the stress made him sick; and it would make him sick.

Asking him to come out and get a drink, and some food, was harmless enough. That was until she realized that they were about to be without their daughters, and she couldn't exactly pin point the last time that happened. Not only that, but he was -- attractive. Obviously, to anyone with eyes. But the shirt he wore, it stretched just right over his torso. He had a scruffy thing going on, the jeans he wore shaped his ass just right and he-- he smelled good. Callie closed her eyes, and shook her head. There she was, her thoughts getting away from her. Again. She wanted to blame it on the fact that she hadn't gotten any in a while. It had to be that. The reasons for the thoughts, and the -- dreams. God, why the fuck was she dreaming about this man like that. This was her friend. And right now, her friend was at the bar -- probably talking to some girl, himself.

A stranger came up to her moments later-- his smile was nice-- his name? She nearly missed it. Matt. It was Matt. She offered him a smile of her own, nodding her head at the load he was trying to feed her. He was attractive, this man. And it wasn't like her and Roman were out on a date, they weren't. But the more this man spoke, the more displeased she seemed to become. And she wasn't usually good at hiding such in her body language. But she remained friendly, quite forcibly, but friendly, nonetheless. How the fuck was she supposed to get back out there if every man that came her way, she immediately wanted to shoot daggers through. All but--

Roman's voice cut in on their conversation, or well -- more so the one sided one. Before his lips touched her cheek, just nearly missing her lips. This motherfucker. He slid in next to her, and turned his attention onto Matt. The game at play clear; he was saving her from this awkward pick up. She was both grateful, and frustrated. "Hey…" She greeted, with a soft smile, anything else that may have came was cut from her throat at the words 'my girl'. Her eyes widen at the man who was focused on the Matt. Her stomach did a little queasy flip at the way the words flew so effortlessly from his lips. Not just that - but also at how much she seemed to like it.

"Name's Matt." The other man would response, before glancing over at Callie, arching his brow, "Your girl, huh?" The question was directly aimed at Callie, possibly because this dude didn't miss the surprise that caught her features the second Roman walked up. If he was expecting her to call Roman's bluff, he was mistaking. In fact, Callie was going to use this to her advantage. "His girl." She confirmed, before turning towards him, and grabbing both sides of his face, she pulled his head down towards hers. She slammed her lips against his, and allowed herself to get lost in the moment. To Roman, this was her simply putting on a show, playing a game that he started. For her, this was to see if she felt anything. And of course, she wouldn't, right? There was no way.

Except… oh, shit.

She found herself having to pull herself away. Not nearly as willingly as she would've cared it to be. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself rather breathless; in fact, she had to almost remind herself to breathe. Once she came back down to the reality of the situation, she immediately dropped her hands, and stepped back. Forcing a smile at him, "Uh, thanks for the save." Yes, the save. This was simply just a save. "Drinks-- are they, uh -- did you order them?"

Roman peered over at the other guy—Matt or whatever his name was—annoyed the guy couldn’t take the hint. Boy, some people were really dumb. “Nice to meet you.” He said, leaning closer to Callie, hoping the man would catch the hint. “Yup. We’ve been together for two years now.” Then the unexpected happened. His eyes widened in surprise as Callie’s lips crashed against his, her hands cupping his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss. For a moment, he froze, caught off guard by the intensity of her actions. But as her soft lips moved against his, a wave of desire washed over him, and he found himself deepening the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. As their tongues danced together, Roman’s mind raced with thoughts of the past year.

For over a year, he’d devoted himself entirely to raising Ivy—putting aside his womanizing ways and focusing on being the best father he could be. It had been a fulfilling experience, but as time wore on, he couldn’t deny the loneliness that crept into his life. With Callie back in his world, their playdates and catch-up sessions had reignited something within him. She reminded him that he was still a man with needs and desires.

Callie had always been special to his eyes—even when they were kids. She was his first crush, his first kiss, and now, as a grown woman and a fierce lawyer—she captivated him even more. From time to time, he’d notice the way her clothes hugged her curves and the swell of her breasts, down to the way her round ass moved when she walked. He wasn’t proud of it, but there were nights where he would think of her while pleasuring himself. And now, with her lips on his, those thoughts came rushing back, making his heart pound and his blood run hot. A low growl escaped his throat as he pulled her closer, a hand sliding down to her ass, giving it a hearty squeeze. He wanted to lose himself in her, to forget about the stress and worry that had been weighing him down.

But as quickly as the kiss had begun, it ended, and Callie pulled away—leaving him breathless and aching for more. He blinked, trying to regain his composure as Callie stepped back, a forced smile on her face. “Uh, yeah, no problem,” he managed, his voice slightly hoarse. “Always happy to help a friend in need.” Why did the word friend feel like venom coming from his lips? “Drinks, right,” he said, turning his attention to the drinks on the table and then back at her. “I got you a refill.”

He couldn’t shake the feeling of her lips on his, the way her body felt pressed against him. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and the kiss had awakened a hunger in him that he hadn’t realized was there. But he knew he couldn’t act on it, not with Callie. She was his friend, and he couldn’t risk losing her—not when they had just reconnected. “So, the band is great, huh?”

Was that a mistake? Possibly. Did she want to do it again? Most definitely. Looking down at the drinks on the table, she gave a small smile, “Thanks.” Callie grabbed hers and immediately took a healthy chug of it. As if suddenly she was dehydrated, but the drink did very little to quench her thirst. She avoided eye contact with him, the sensation of his lips against hers still tingling. The desire in her belly roared, and she knew then that she just woke something up that she would not be able to put down herself. She nodded at his comment about the band, “Yeah– they’re,” She glanced over towards the main stage, “-great.” The lack of enthusiasm wasn’t hard to miss. After all, she didn’t care about the band right now. She looked back at Roman, catching his eyes with hers. In that moment, she knew that if she didn’t attempt what she wanted, she was going to end this night in an awfully foul mood. Plus, it wasn’t like friends couldn’t seek solace in each other. She had a scratch to itch, and by the way he kissed her back; she was assuming he was on the same page. That didn’t mean anything had to change. Her and Roman were both adults, and they were more than capable of acting like ones.

She sat her glass down, and decided, without a second thought, to re-close the distance between them. She placed her hands on his chest, the firm layer of muscle against her palms not hard to miss. Her mind began to conquer up ideas of what he’d look like underneath this shirt. She doubted her dreams did him justice. Flickering her eyes up at him, “You trust me, right?” She would ask him, but wouldn’t necessarily wait for the answer. After all, she knew the answer. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have trusted her with his custody issue. “I said you needed to relax, and you do. But–” She pressed her front into his, and brought her hands down towards the buckle of his jeans. Resting them just above the area her subconscious has been dying to test out. “I think I have a better and more effective way of making that happen. Friend to friend.” She paused, and shook her head, the wicked smile on her face only growing wider, “Actually – no, we’re not friends tonight.” She tsked, “You already set the stage. Lets play into that.”

What the actual fuck was she doing? Living in the moment. Yeah, that’s all this was. “What’d you call me earlier?” She asked, pretending to think back to the words he used as if she could’ve really already forgotten them. “Oh, right, – your girl.” Even repeating that sent warmth and desire straight to her core. If she was to think rationally, she’d probably realize that wasn’t a good sign. But right now, fuck rationally. She pushed herself off him, and grabbed one of his hands; pulling him through the crowd of people within the lounge until they were outside. Pushing him up against the brick outer wall of the establishment, she’d close the distance between them, and reclaimed his lips. She’d melt into him, their tongues finding each other again, as a low throaty moan escaped her. A desirable throbbing would echo through her core, reaching just in between her legs where she’d hope to find him later. She desperately needed to find him there.

Pulling away, only slightly, she return her hands to the buckle of his jeans. Her dark eyes searched his, breathlessly, “Use me.” She whispered, lust having completely taken over any kind of sense the woman usually prided herself on. Closing the little space they had between their face, her lips brushing over his, she’d whisper, “Fuck your girl.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss with Callie. The way her soft lips moved against his, the sweetness of her tongue and the way her body felt pressed against him—it awakened a hunger in him that he hadn’t realized was there. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel his arousal thickening his cock as she came close. When she placed her hands on his chest, a rush of desire coursed through him. He wanted her, but he knew better than to push for more. As she pressed her softness against his harder frame and brought her hands down towards the buckle of his jeans, he forced a growl from escaping. “I trust you completely,” he said, his voice husky with desire. Roman couldn’t think straight. All he could think about was her and the urge to take her.

Before long, she’d grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd—forcing him to follow along. As soon as they were outside, she pushed him up against the brick wall, her body back on his. Thinking wasn’t possible with how hard he was. His girl. The word had him swallowing hard as he centered his attention on her plump lips. Their mouths crashed again, and this time, he growled—their tongues dancing together in a heated battle.

His hands roaming over her curves, landing on her ass. He wanted to touch every inch of her, to feel her naked skin against his own. When she pulled away and whispered for him to use her, to fuck his girl, he nearly lost all control. “Fuck, Callie,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.” He spun them around so that she was the one pressed against the wall, and he began trailing hot kisses down her neck. His hands slid under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her waist and stomach before one wandered up her breast—pinching her nipples. “So fucking hot.” With the other hand, he slipped into her panties—his fingers finding her center. He rubbed slow circles around her clit, enjoying the feel of her wet heat on his digits. “Is that enough? Or does my girl want more?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond, spinning her back around and pushing her against the wall. Shoving the hem of her dress up, he ripped the lacy fabric of her panties—exposing her to him completely.

He knelt down on the ground and gripped her thighs, spreading them apart and draping them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he dipped his tongue between her folds—his tongue lashing against her sensitive nub. God, he loved the taste of her. Looking up at her through heavy lidded eyes as he ate her pussy, devouring it, wanting to bring her to completion. It’d been too long since he’d done this. Yes, he was horny, but he was one who needed to pleasure his partners first. Pulling her even closer, he shoved two fingers into her entrance—pumping them in and out slowly before picking up speed.

"Show me." Callie purred, her head going light with desire at the idea of him wanting her. She was about to capture his bottom lips between hers when she'd find herself spun around; his body now holding her against the wall. A gasp escaped her at the sudden change in positions, but would be quickly forgotten when his lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck. The sensation of his warm breath and hot kisses cause her to moan, and arch her body into his. His fingers pinching her elect nipples brought a whimper from her. A pool of desire washed through her as he spoke, his voice hoarse-- sexy. "Rom--" She'd wanted to ask him for more, to fuck her senseless. But her breath would hitch as his fingers found the most sensitive part of her, her head falling back against the wall. Her hands gripping his shoulders, as her nail bids dig into the fabric of his jacket. The ending part of his name would flow from her lips in a sob.

She was shamelessly wet, desire pooling at her core with each stroke of his fingers. She found herself dangerously close around; she had been rounded up for so long. She needed this, she needed to cum. Oh, God, please let her just -- "Please," She pleaded, as her body began to go limp against hers, but before she could get anything else out; he'd remove his fingers, and spin her around so that she was pressed hard up against the wall. She released a whimper, at the touch of the cold wall. Her body shaking with need, the peak of her orgasm just within reach. "Roman, --" But before she could finish the rest of her incoherent thought; he was down on his knees. Her dress pulled up, and lace underwear down; baring her completely to him. His tongue lapsing at her clit; the sensation leaving her breathless, "Oh, fuck-" She moaned, as she pushed herself further into him. The moment his fingers entered her, her eyes rolled back, the ecstasy climbing higher and higher at every skilled movement the man made on her. "Ro- I'm going--" The words got suck in her throat, instead coming out in a moan as her orgasm neared. Pulsating waves broke through her, as she cried out, her knees buckling underneath her. She'd use the wall for support as she came hard.

The second she was face to face with this man, she threw herself at him; her lips crushing against his. Moving hungrily against his, the taste of her not missed, but only enhanced her need for him. The burge of his elect hard against her stomach, as her hands moved down to brush against it. Pulling slightly back from him, she stared him in the eyes; "I need you inside me, Roman." She purred, "I want to cum on your cock." She'd press a soft kiss against his lips, before moving her hands to the buckle of his belt.

Roman couldn’t believe what was happening. He had dreamed of being with Callie like this for so long, but never thought it would actually become a reality. As he knelt before her—his tongue lapping at her sensitive folds—he shuddered with desire. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough. His cock strained against his jeans as he pleasured her, desperate for release. But he focused solely on bringing her to the edge. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, reveling in the feeling of her tight walls clenching around his digits.

When she finally came, crying out his name, he nearly lost it. He stood up, his mouth meeting hers eagerly—sharing her sweetness with her—their tongues tangling together as if this would be the last time he would get to kiss her. “Fuck, Cal,” he groaned. “You have no idea how badly I want that too. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I’ll worship every inch of your perfect body until you’re begging me for more.” Roman wanted nothing more than to fuck her right then and there in the back alley of the Fillmoir. But he also wanted to take his time with her, to explore every inch of her body. He rubbed her pussy, feeling her slick heat against his fingers and whispered against her ear—his voice rough with desire. “Not here. I need more room. We are not rushing this.

He must be crazy for wanting to wait, but he reluctantly let her go and helped her redress. They walked hand in hand back to his SUV, the anticipation building with each step. Before he could open the passenger door for her, Roman pressed Callie against it and kissed her again. He ground his hard length against her softness, groaning into her mouth. "You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, his lips brushing against hers. With a final kiss, he opened the door and helped her inside, then went around to the driver’s seat. As he buckled up and pulled out of the parking spot, he placed his left hand on her thigh, stroking her soft skin.

Roman’s mind was reeling. He couldn’t believe this was really happening—that Callie wanted him as much as he wanted her. His body thrummed with desire, every nerve ending alive and yearning for her touch. When she had thrown herself at him, kissing him hungrily, he had nearly taken her right there against the wall. The feel of her hands brushing against his straining erection had almost been his undoing. Her words echoed in his mind. I need you inside me, Roman. I want to cum on your cock. He had to take a steadying breath, his fingers tightening on her thigh as he drove them back to his house. No use getting into a wreck now.

Callie was ready for him right there and then. She didn't seem to care that this was not the most inappropriate place. She just knew she needed him to fuck her senseless. When he expressed how he was gonna have her begging for more, desire pooled through her. "Yes, please." She cooed, as his hand found its way between her legs once more, a strangled sound escaped her throat as she gripped either side of his arms. She'd grind into him, ready for more. But would find herself groaning instead when he pulled away and told her not here. She gave him a pout as he helped redress before she'd find herself walking beside him; her hand in his as they made it to his car. She had expected to slide into the passenger side; but instead, would find her back pressed against the cool metal of Roman's car. His lips captured hers once more. She leaned into the kiss, a soft moan breaking from her lips as she felt his hard cock against her belly. When he groaned in her mouth, before pulling away from her once more; Callie growled, before then sliding into the passenger side seat. She looked up at him and forced a smile that read something between wicked and unamused. "I will be the death of you if you're not balls deep in me soon." She stated, before flashy him a toothy smile.

Once Roman was in the car, and they were speeding down the road, Callie found herself shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The feel of Roman's hand on her thigh only heated her skin more, and the pulse in between her legs cried out for him to just go a little higher. Damn, she was fucking horny. She was beyond rational thought or care. After weeks of dreaming about this man fucking her hard and fast, she found that she finally had him just within her fingertips; and while this would be a done thing come tomorrow. Tonight? Tonight, she was going to etch herself in the back of his mind. Callie twisted herself some in her seat, so that she was facing the man driving. "You know, Roman-- there's this thing I always wanted to try." She mused, "And you just put us right in the middle of the perfect opportunity." Callie wiggled her brows, as she bit her bottom lip.

Leaning forward, she'd brush her lips over his ear, "I always wanted to suck dick while riding passenger." She purred, as she nibbled at his bottom lobe, "You wanna cum in my mouth, and watch me swallow, baby." As she spoke, she made quick work of undoing his belt, and unzipping her jeans. She'd pull out his thick, long cock, and moaned at the sight; as if she had been starving and someone just put a big juicy steak in front of her. Without much more warning, Callie'd unbuckle her seat belt and leaned forward. Opening her mouth, she'd stick her tongue out and run it all the way up his shaft to the tip of his cock. Lapsing her tongue around the tip a few times, before taking him whole, til she got to the base of his cock. She'd bob her head up and down on him, moaning at each stroke; as she took him deeper. Once enough saliva had worked its way out, Callie'd pull back just a little, as thick saliva pooled onto his shaft from her mouth. Using it as lube, she'd pump her hand up and down against him, before looking up at him through thick eye lashes, "Don't kill us, hm?" She mused, a wicked smile on her face, before she took him whole once more.

Roman had a hard time trying to get himself to leave the alley when Callie pouted. It had him wondering if she knew how lethal her pout was. The woman was beautiful, he’d also thought so and seeing her writhing in pleasure because of him—he swore he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Then again, this could also be due to his childhood crush coming back to him with them spending so much time together. He should drive them back to his place as quickly as possible, but his need for her had him pausing to kiss her again. If he was more in his senses, he would realize that he was living in Covington, and unlike New York, people talked. But rationality flew out the window, thanks to the beautiful woman before him.

Focusing on driving became nearly impossible as he ran his hand on Callie’s thigh, her skin felt like velvet. The woman was making him horny. A year and a half of self imposed celibacy nearly had him losing all semblance of coherent thoughts. His attention went to her when she spoke, a brow rising until she unzipped his pants and took his cock into her mouth. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel and he growled, “Fuck, Cal…” He could barely drive, and knew he would fucking wreck if he let her go on. Finding an empty parking lot, he pulled in, putting the car in park before tangling his fingers in her thick hair. With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled her head back—forcing her to look up at him with those gorgeous, lust-filled eyes. “Since my girl is intent on killing me, suck. Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours,” he growled.

He watched as she took him deep into her mouth again, her lips stretched around his thick cock. The sight of her bobbing up and down, moaning around him, was almost too much to bear. As she continued to work him with her mouth, he let his head fall back against the headrest—his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. He could feel the tension building in his balls, and knew he was getting close to the edge. “I’m close. Fuck,” he warned, his jaw clenching before he found release—his stomach contracting as he spent himself in her sweet mouth. A minute later, he pulled her off his cock and brought her up for a searing kiss. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good at that,” he murmured against her lips. “But I need to be inside you. You said you wanted to come around my cock, so be a good girl for me until I get us back to my place.”

After a last kiss, he settled her back into the passenger seat and pulled back onto the road—his hand finding its way to her thigh once more. This drive better be quick, or he would be pulling over again to fuck her in his car. As he drove, he let his mind wander—imagining all the things he was going to do to her once they were alone. He was going to worship every inch of her body, bring her to the edge again and again until she was begging for release. And then he was going to give it to her, hard and fast and deep, until they were both spent and sated.

Callie felt the car come to a stop, but her focus was on something more important. At least, it was until her head was pulled up off him by her hair. Dark lust-filled eyes met equally lustful stormy blue ones. The next few words out of his word cause her to whimper. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending awake and aware. She was used to Roman being a bit more gentlemanly, but hearing him speak like this? A wave of heat straight the core between her legs. The things she wanted this man to do to her. Oh, -- she was fucked, fucked. Without hesitation, Callie'd return to where she desired the most to be. Taking him in deep, and sucking hard, as her head bobbed; she licked, sucked, and enjoyed him like a tasty treat on a nice summer day. While his warning might scare others off, Callie embraced it. Making sure to push him to exactly where she wanted him. His balls tightened, and he came in her mouth. Swallowing just as Roman pulled her head off him, his lips claiming hers. She found that she'd gasp as he called her a good girl. Her body betrayed her in the way it reacted, the way her arousal pooled in between her legs. He gave her one last kiss, and she moaned against his lips before he returned to the main focus at hand. She slid back into her seat, feeling almost incapable of taking her eyes off him as he started the car back up. She'd slowly find the ability to turn her head forward, her thoughts running one hundred mph. Her body a temple of heated nerves and desire. She did as he told her, she sat like a good girl while he drove them to his house. But her thoughts were far from good. She wanted this man to use her in every possible way. Make her forget her own name. She wanted him to fuck her so good that it'll be prime material for whenever she was alone again. She wanted him to consume her, devour her, destroy her, and maybe if she wasn't ridden with so much lust and desire; she'd realize how concerning that was. As they drove in, and parked; Callie would take reign in getting herself out of the car and keeping her distance from the tall man. Mainly because she knew if she was too close, they weren't making it inside. The moment they were inside Roman's house, Callie'd continue walking until she reached the center of the living room. Turning to face him, without a second thought, Callie grabbed at the hem of her dress and effortlessly pulled it over her head. Dropping it on the floor next to her feet, which were dressed in black pumps. Standing before him in nothing but a lacy bra and cum soaked panties; she'd smoothly begin to close the distance between them. One foot in front of the other, until her hands could lay flap against his chest. "Tell me, sir--" She began, brushing her lips over his, "How'd you like to fuck your girl tonight? From the front or the back?" She asked, before capturing his lips in between her in a soft embrace; aware that she done lit the match and there was no going back now. Somehow, despite the intense desire coursing through his veins, Roman managed to drive them back to his house without wrecking. Callie had mercifully kept her hands to herself during the ride, allowing him to focus on the road. As they stepped inside his home, he followed her every movement and found it hard to take his eyes off her half-naked, curvy figure. The sight of his childhood crush in this state sent a surge of arousal through him, and the teenage boy within him couldn't believe this was really happening. This used to be a dream of his years back, that she would want him and get to fuck her. Tonight felt like his wish was coming true. It might be years too late, but better late than never. When Callie approached him, he tugged her into his arms, his erection growing even more pronounced as she called him 'sir' and he palmed her round ass. "How about on that wall over there?" he suggested, his gaze flickering to the area next to the kitchen.

Guiding them over, he helped her remove her bra before capturing a nipple in his mouth. His hands deftly tugged her panties off, leaving her bare before him. Reluctantly, he stood up straighter, and quickly shed his t-shirt and shoved his jeans halfway down, freeing his straining cock. He deftly sheathed himself with a condom retrieved from his wallet. Then he lifted her up effortlessly, lining his dick up with her wet opening and thrusting in with a groan. "Christ, so fucking tight," he growled against her neck—his heart pounding in his chest. He took her hard and fast against the wall, devouring her mouth in a ravishing kiss. As their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, Roman's mind briefly wandered to the question of how they would keep things strictly friendly after tonight. He wouldn’t be able to. How the hell was he supposed to do that after this? But he pushed the thought aside, choosing instead to lose himself in the moment as he ravaged her. Feeling her clench around him, his thumb found her clit—rubbing in firm circles to push her closer to the edge. “How’s that, baby girl? Are you happy now that my cock is pounding your tight pussy?” He hissed, marveling at the incredible sensation of being inside her, of finally experiencing something he had fantasized about for so long. The reality was even better than his teenage self could have imagined.

As time ticked by, he poured all his pent-up desire into each thrust, kiss, and caress. He wanted to make this unforgettable for both of them, to show Callie just how fucking hot he found her. The secret looks he gave her would end tonight. Even if it was only temporary. Lost in a haze of lust and emotion, Roman let instinct take over, his body moving on pure need as he drove them both towards the peak of pleasure. Tonight, he would worship her like the goddess she was, and tomorrow… well, tomorrow could wait. Right now, there was only Callie, and his desire for her. Callie let him direct her towards the wall in question, no longer caring where or how, just as long as he was inside her. Bringing her over the edge. He made quick work of stripping her bare, his mouth finding her hardened nipples, her swollen breast aching for every touch he gave them. She whimpered when he pulled back, the distance, no matter how small chilling her heated skin. Her breath would catch in her throat as he shredded his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. As if he couldn't get anymore perfect, he'd free his thick, long, elected cock. She salivated at the sight, needing every inch of him near her, on her, in her. It all happened in a blur, a beautiful glorious blur. He had put on the condom, and then her back was pressed hard against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock deep inside her. She gasped as he entered her, and then dug her nails into his shoulders to hold on as he began fucking he hard and rough. Each hard thrust welcomed, as she panted; God, he felt so fucking good. How would this night be enough? She wanted to convulse at the thought of him. Now knowing he felt even better, she wanted him to own her. She kissed him back as hard and passionately as he did her. Giving every emotion she felt in the movements of their lips; their hot skin glistened. When the kiss was broken, and he spoke, she could've come right then. This man's mouth was going to be the fucking death of her. "Yes!" She cried out, "Oh God, yes!" With each thrust, she felt the tension climb, welcoming the build-up he was giving her. "You feel so fucking good. Don't stop." She begged, before she leaned forward, and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Wanting to do nothing more than mark him, just as he was marking her. Tonight, this man was hers, and she was going to take advantage of it. The pounding got harder, faster. He was fucking her exactly like he owned her, and she fucking loved every second. The peak of pleasure was right there, she could feel it. Climbing higher and higher, until --"Roman!" She screamed as she slammed her head back against the wall. Her eyes rolled back, as pulsating waves consumed her. She was cumming hard; her toes curling, something out of her body. She clung to him, wanting to prolong the pleasure he was giving to her.

Roman's mind was consumed by intense arousal as he drove into Callie's tight, wet heat. With each thrust, he felt her pussy clench around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into a sensual haze. He couldn't get enough of her—the way she moaned his name, the way her nails dug into his shoulders, the way her body responded to his every touch. It was intoxicating, and he never wanted it to end. As he pounded into her against the wall, he found himself wondering what would happen after tonight. They were friends first and foremost, and the custody battle for Ivy was their top priority. He didn't want to lose Callie's friendship, but he also couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before. Not after experiencing the bliss of being inside her, of hearing her cry out in pleasure because of him.

When her orgasm hit—her pussy clenched so tightly around his cock that he almost lost all control. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and find bliss within her. He wanted this moment to last forever, to memorize every sensation and burn it into his memory. He was fucked, he knew that, yet there was nothing he would do differently. So he kept thrusting, riding out her climax until she grew limp in his arms. Unwilling to let the night end just yet, he carried her to his bedroom—not bothering to close the door behind them. No one would be bothering them anyway. He laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her beautiful features. Her half lidded eyes, her kiss swollen lips, her heaving breasts—all thanks to him and the pleasure he had given her. Shedding his jeans, Roman climbed onto the bed and began kissing his way up Callie's body. He started at her knees, his lips trailing over her smooth skin as he worked his way higher—his lust filled blue eyes clashing with her dark brown ones. The roughness of his beard grazed her stomach and perky breasts, where he teased her nipple with a quick suck. When he reached her mouth, he claimed it in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste her. In the same breath, he rubbed his cock along her erect clit, teasing her with the promise of more.

"Do you want my cock again, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Beg for it."

His gaze locked with hers, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the custody battle, not the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. All that mattered was right now. The way Callie looked at him, how perfect their bodies felt lined up together—his burliness pressed against her softness. Roman knew that this night would change everything between them. Because now that he had experienced the heaven of being with her, he couldn't imagine ever letting her go. Those thoughts made everything clear; he was utterly and thoroughly fucked.

After two intense orgasms, one would think that Callie'd begin to come down. Begin to think a little clearly again, but the truth was; she was just further out now. How could she not be? This man was doing all the right things, and her body was on fucking fire. Not to mention, his smell. She was intoxicated on his smell, on him -- was he even wearing cologne? Or was that his natural scent? Shit -- She didn't know, what she did know was that this man better not stop. Just for tonight, she wanted to know exactly what it meant to be his. She'd deal with those consequences later, right now; it was just them on the highest form of pleasure-seeking.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, although weak in the embrace, as he moved them off the wall and into the bedroom. Once he tossed her on the bed, she bent both knees up, and laid both hands on either swollen breast. Playing with her own erected nipples as her eyes intensely pierced him; swaying her bent knees to the side, she watched as this 6'0 sexy man shredded the rest of his clothing. His cock still tall, she'd whimper at the sight of it; of him. Bitting down on her bottom lip as she waited for him. She'd slid her legs down, releasing the kneed position as he closed the distance and began trailing kisses up her body; starting at her knees. Spreading her legs, to allow him to settle comfortably. She moaned, and arched her back, thrusting her nipple further into his mouth as he gave a quick suck. Their eyes clash with one another that hid nothing but desire for each other, and promise. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her as their lips consumed one another. When he pulled back, and spoke, his cock rubbing around her clit in sweet heaven; she felt arousal pool at her core; her lips parting with a disheveled breath at the sensation.

Yes! Yes! She wanted to scream, God, she wanted this man to devour her so Goddamn bad that if she was in the right state of mind would concern her deeply. But that was the thing, she wasn't capable of thinking anymore. At least, not about anything that didn't involve this man making her cum; and destroying her. But while she wanted him to tear her apart, she also knew she was in the ball game of returning the favor. Instead of answering, she'd use her outer arm and leg, to flip him on his back. Straddling him; she'd rest both palms of her hands against his chest, as she rubbed her wet heat against his hardened cock. Her nails digging a bit into her chest at the pleasure she felt; it was so good. But it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed it all.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his ear, "I do want my cock again." Her what now? What the fuck was she saying. "Why beg, when I can just take it." She wondered before she nibbled at the lobe of his ear, "And I want it, all of it." Pulling back, she'd push off one knee, onto a foot; lifting herself off him just a little. Eying his perfect cock, she'd place her hand around his length, starting at his balls, and pushed up. Bringing the condom he wore with it, she'd look up at him through thick eyelashes, "I want to feel you, Roman." She explained, as she rolled the condom up, and tossed it on the ground, "All of you. Every inch." That was it, she had officially lost her entire God damn loving mind. "I wanna feel you cum." Lowering herself down onto him, her breath hitching as he filled her. Every smooth bare inch of him. This was meant to be causal, a friend helping a friend out; yet, she was throwing every last thing that made this causal out the window. There was the tiniest part of her that wanted to get through to her, express some sense. But the bigger and winning part just wanted to live in this moment. Feel him, all of him, make him want her. Need her. Subconsciously, there was a part of her that wanted to etch her soul into the soul of this man. She wanted him to remember her, to think about, to feel her; just as much as she wanted him to ruin her. She wanted to ruin him, too. As she moved up and down, finding a consistence rhythm; she'd wrap a hand around his throat. Applying only slight pressure as she took what she wanted from him, her other hand resting on his stomach as she bounced, and grind. "Fuck--" She hissed, the feeling of him was too much, too good. "You feel so fucking good." She moaned, her eyes fighting to roll into the back of her head as she rode him.

Slowing her pace, she'd lean forward, capturing his lips with hers. She'd kiss him rough, intense, fast, before biting into his lower lip and pulling back until her teeth released him. Lowering her head back down, so that she was just mere inches from his face. Her dark eyes stared into his, as her pace became just about nonexistent, "You going to fuck this pussy like it's yours?" She purred, "Make your pussy cum again, remind her that you own her." She brushed her lips against his, "Mmm?" She was not going to be able to look this man in the face after tonight, not without thinking about this. About him. About how in that very moment, everything she was saying was exactly what she felt and wanted. She wanted him to own her, and she was never one who allowed any man to think he had the chance. But this one? This one was different. Roman's mind was reeling as he teased her with his cock. Until Callie straddled him—her soft curves pressing against his hard muscles. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was no way she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, right? This had to be a dream. His heart pounded as he teased her, but something in him snapped when she said ‘her cock’. He wondered if she realized she’d sealed her fate. There was no way he could walk away now. While those thoughts filled his mind, she pulled off the condom. He sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by her boldness. "You're definitely trying to kill me," he murmured, his eyes trained on her lust filled face.

As she lowered herself onto him, her groaned at the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him. She was so tight, so perfect, and he never wanted this moment to end. He watched her through hooded eyes as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The sight was mesmerizing, and he couldn't look away. But even as he lost himself in the pleasure of being inside her, Roman couldn't shake the feeling that he'd fucked up. This wasn't just lust, wasn't just a one-night stand. He'd had plenty of those since his breakup with Samara, but none of them had ever made him feel like this. With Callie, he wanted more. He wanted her again and again—wanted to explore every inch of her body and make her scream his name. And that was the concerning part. Because what if she didn't want the same thing? What if this was just a way for her to blow off steam, to forget about the stress of life, while she helped him with the custody battle? The thought made his heart clench, even as his body responded to her every touch.

Without giving her notice, he flipped them over—pinning her beneath him on the bed. He pounded into her hard and fast—his thumb circling her clit as he kept his eyes locked on hers. "My girl wants to come around her cock?" he taunted, his voice coming in raggard from his hard thrusts. "I don't think so. Not until I tell you to. Be a good girl for me." He knew he was being a dick, knew he was pushing her to the edge and keeping her there. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted to make her beg, wanted to hear her plead for release. And maybe, just maybe—he would give it to her. “Are you going to be my good girl?”

But even as he lost himself in the moment, Roman couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just sex. He cared about Callie, cared about her in a way that went beyond friendship. And that scared the hell out of him. Because he didn't know if she felt the same way, didn't know if she would still want him when the sun came up and reality set in. For now, though, he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the woman beneath him. He would worry about the consequences later. Right now, all that mattered to him was bringing her pleasure and hearing her scream his name. He wanted to ruin her for any other man, and have her desire only him from this day forward. The second Callie felt her back hit the mattress, she'd smirk; the action was exactly what she wanted. But as quick as the smirk came, her mouth parted for the moaning she'd release as Roman began fucking her hard. Each thrust was rough and hard, hitting the right spot; the added pressure of his thumb against her swollen clit only bringing her higher. When he spoke, all she could manage was a frantic nod, but then he'd pull the rug out from under her. He continued to fuck her hard, pushing her further towards the edge, all the while telling her she better not cum until he told her to. "Rome--" She moaned, the feeling of him on top of her; inside of her, intoxicating. Roaring in her ears, as her eyes fought not to roll back. "I--I.." She cooed, any sensible sentence lost on her tongue as all she felt was him driving her to the edge with absolutely no mercy. "Roman, I - I can't--" She cried, "I'm going to cum, you're--" She placed her hands on his chest, and pushed slightly, as maybe a way to slow him, but it did no good. He kept fucking her, driving her to the brink of insanity, but managing to hold back just enough to keep her on edge. "I want to cum, let me cum--" She pleaded, as she dug her nails into his firm butt cheeks, wanting to push him further. "Make your girl cum," She begged, as she spread her legs just a slight more wider, and pushed the back of her head into the mattress. God, she couldn't remember the last time she was aroused, this needy. She couldn't even remember the last time she wanted a man to indent himself in her. Shit, if ever. All she knew in that very moment was that she needed him to consume her hook, line, and sinker. She wanted to feel him later when he was no longer between her legs. "I'm your good girl." She moaned, "I'm yours, let me cum on what's mine." She was so beyond lust at this point, every nerve was on fire, and he was the only one capable of putting her out. If this night never ended, she wouldn't be mad about it. Because in the shadows of Roman's bedroom, she felt the most right. He may not want her like this come tomorrow, but at this very moment; he did. He desired her in a way that made her feel alive, and he claimed her in a way she never thought she'd like so much. Wrapping her legs around his waist, and digging her nails into his back, "Please, Roman, please -- I need you."

Roman could only think about now. Lust and desire running the show as he pounded into Callie relentlessly. Her desperate pleas and moans spurred him on—driving him to bring her to the brink of ecstasy on repeat only to deny her release. Each time she begged him, he thrust just a little harder—prolonging her torture while cooing, "Good girl, beg. Let me hear it again." He kept up this exquisite torment for what felt like an eternity—savoring every whimper and cry that fell from her lips. The way her body trembled beneath him, the way her nails dug into his skin—it was all proof of the effect he had on her. And God, did he love it. He loved knowing that he could reduce her to this quivering mess, that he could make her beg.

When he finally sensed that she was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of her release, he growled, "You’ve been such a good girl for me. And good girls get rewarded. Let go, Cal. Squeeze my dick with your cunt." As her walls clamped down on his cock like a vice, the sensation was almost too much. And for a moment he thought he might lose control and follow her over the edge. But stubbornness and a primal need to prolong this moment had him holding firm, even as stars danced behind his eyelids. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm, not stopping until the last of the tremors had subsided. Only then did he flip her over onto all fours, admiring the curve of her round ass as he entered her again from behind.

"Fuck, your ass is beautiful," he groaned, palming the supple flesh as he set a punishing pace once more. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, and he reveled in the utterly wrecked sounds that poured from her throat with each forceful thrust. Nothing existed outside of their carnal bubble. Not his fears about the future, not the looming custody battle, not even the nagging sense that this was more than just sex between them. All that mattered was the slide of skin against skin, the mingling of their sweat and arousal, and the all-consuming need to make her his in every way possible.

Because despite the insanity of it all, some primal part of him needed her to remember this night. Needed her to crave his touch, his kiss, his cock, long after the sun had risen. He wanted to ruin her for any other man. To brand himself onto her soul so deeply that she would never be able to shake him. It was a dangerous, reckless desire—but with Callie moaning and writhing beneath him, her body welcoming his so perfectly, he couldn't bring himself to care. Tomorrow could bring what it may. Tonight, she was his. And he intended to make damn sure she never forgot it. Every time Callie thought she just might cum, Roman would intentionally keep her on the edge. Just close enough to know she wanted the release, but not enough to give her the sweet end. The sensation reduced her to a quivering and begging mess, with nothing but the primal need to cum. She didn't care how she sounded or what she looked liked, she only cared about him giving her exactly what she needed. When he told her to cum, her body obeyed, giving into the sweet release. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as her lips parted on a gasp, the waves of ecstasy flowing through her were like nothing she ever felt before. Her legs and arms tightened around Roman, while she came apart underneath him. Him, himself, not ceasing his pace through out. Only adding more intensity. She went limp underneath him as she began to come down, almost swearing she'd black out from the pleasure she felt. But Roman would seen to have an entirely different plan in mind, flipping her over onto fours; he'd reenter her and continued to fuck her without mercy. "Fuck--" She hissed, almost positive she couldn't handle anymore. Thinking she was going to tap out, but her body would betray her in the best possible way. "Roman, I can't--" She cried, only to be cut off by her own moan as he thrusted deeper and deeper. There was no way she was going to cum again, that last one wiped her out. Surely, she was done. Wrong. She felt herself climbing up, her legs shaking against him, her back arched, and she buried her face into the comforter. The way he was claiming her, claiming her cunt. It was everything, and she knew after tonight, she'd feel and need him there. No man has even fucked her like this; "Ro-- I can't, I can't cu--" The orgasm that would rip through her brought a scream from her throat, making her a liar as she quiver underneath him. Collapsing into the mattress, as her body rode the waves he imprinted into her. She found boneless, senseless, beyond content. Suddenly the realization hit her that this one night would not be enough, she never felt so fucked in her life. Both figuretively and literally.

The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, and Roman reveled in the utterly wrecked sounds that poured from her throat with each forceful thrust. He could tell she was close to tapping out, that her body was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations he was inflicting upon her. But he wasn't about to let her off that easily. "You can take it, Cal," he growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're going to cum for me again, and again, until I'm satisfied. Until you're ruined for anyone else."

It was a dangerous thing to say, that it revealed far more about his own feelings than he intended. But in that moment, lost in the haze of lust and need, he didn't care. All that mattered was claiming her, making her his, even if it was only for this one night. Tomorrow they would have to face reality again. With a few hard thrusts, he let go—finding release within her clenching pussy as he growled out her name. “Cal, fuck…” He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath and peered over at Callie. Her eyes were closed—face peaceful in slumber. A rush of affection filled him. He kept his eyes on her until sleep pulled him away.

THE NEXT MORNING

He awoke with Callie still asleep beside him. Last night had been incredible, but in the light of day, the reality of their situation came crashing back. They weren't just two people who had shared a passionate night together—they were friends who’d become incredibly close lately. Did he fuck things up? He couldn’t have. She wanted last night to happen, had even initiated it. So why then did he feel like things was going to change between them? Noticing a stray lock of hair covering her pretty face, he had the urge to reach out and move it away. No. It would be too weird. Instead, he quietly slipped out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts before padding out to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Leaning against the counter, he stared out the window at the pale pink and orange streaks painting the early morning sky. Being alone with his thoughts, it gave him time to mull over what happened. Last night had awakened feelings he thought he thought he would never feel about a woman again—a deep, visceral need that went beyond just physical desire. He shouldn’t be surprised that he had felt something for his first crush. Callie was gorgeous, after all.

Lost in thought, he startled when he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Callie enter the kitchen wearing his shirt from yesterday—the hem skimming her bare thighs. Desire punched through him, sharp and sudden, and he had to clear his throat before speaking. "Hey, good morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep and lingering arousal. "I hope you slept well. Would you like some coffee?"

He busied himself with pouring her a cup, needing a moment to collect himself. Being near her was overwhelming, memories of the night before playing on a loop in his mind - the taste of her skin, the sounds she made as he brought her to the brink again and again, the way she felt clenching around him… Shaking his head to clear it, he handed her the mug, careful not to let their fingers brush.

Slowly, Callie's eyes opened. Blinking a few times, she'd slowly adjust to where she was. The room she was in; it wasn't hers. She'd slowly lift herself up, nothing covering her but a blanket. She was -- oh God, she was naked. And this, -- Roman. The events of the previous night came flashing back, in detailed clips. The bar, the car, the wall, the -- bed. Oh God, she had sex with Roman. And it wasn't a dream, and worse then that, it was better than her dreams? Throwing the blanket off of her, she stood, groaning as she realized that she was sore. And sticky. Glancing up at the master bathroom, Callie'd hurry towards the room; and shut the door behind her. She'd pee, and do her best to clean herself up, but ultimately, she needed a shower.

After a few moments, she opened the door, and peeked through to the room see it was still empty. Where was Roman? Slowly opening the door further, she'd tip toe back into the bedroom. Her eyes landing on the shirt he had been wearing the night before. Without thinking, she'd hurry towards it and toss it over her head. This only adding to the mistakes she was making, because it smelled like him. God, why did he smell so fucking good? And why did she want to bury her face into this shirt, and have it suffocate her. Slowly, she'd make her way out of the room, the smell of coffee in the air directing her towards the kitchen where Roman stood. She'd come to a haul as her eyes fell on his bare chest. The sudden urge to touch him, lick him, have him take her on the counter -- raged through her. How the fuck did she already want more? She was sore, and this was her friend; for fuck sake. When he cleared his throat, she forced her eyes to look up at his face. She'd find herself clenching her legs together, fighting the urge to cross them, at the way her body reacted to his voice. The things it made her feel. She cleared her throat, and brought her eyes down to the counter top. "Good morning." She whispered, before she made her way around the counter. She kept just enough space between them, as she reached for the mug, doing her best to avoid their fingers touching. Once she had the mug, she'd round around the counter, stopping on the other side so that they, at least, had that in between them. Bringing the mug to her lips, she took a small sip, forgetting about the cream or sugar, and then sat it down on the countertop. "So, uh--" Callie began after a moment of silence that felt entirely too long, and painfully awkward, "I just want to say that I don't expect anything." That's usually what men wanted to hear right? After a booty call. Because surely that was all this was. "I didn't do any of that for any other reason then to make you -- and myself -- feel good." In the back of her head, she couldn't help but question how true that was. "Take your mind off of --" She waved a hand in the air, motioning towards him. "---everything." Slowly, she brought her eyes up to meet his, "This didn't mean anything, and I don't want anything to change. We're still friends, and friends help each other sometimes, right?" She chose to ignore the feeling that if she found out he helped any other friend out like this anytime soon; she may spazz. "Nothing changes, okay?" She asked, almost pleads, "It could have even never happened, I'm cool with that, too." Was she? Was she really? Either way, she just wanted to pretend that nothing had changed, and that she didn't just mess up not only her friendship with the man. But Harper's with Ivy's.

Roman forced himself to busy his hands making her coffee, needing a moment to collect himself. Seeing her in his shirt brought back the memories of what transpired last night. Her lips on his, her moans of pleasure, her tight… Nope. Not going there. They needed to talk. He just didn’t know what to say to her, so he kept his silence as he handed her the mug—carefully avoiding any contact between their fingers. But then Callie started talking, telling him that yesterday was practically a mistake. Her words felt like a brutal kick to his chest. It nearly knocked the wind out of him. It bothered him immensely to hear her say that—even though he knew rationally that they were just friends and it was for the best. But still, he couldn't deny the awful sinking feeling in his gut at the rejection.

Instead of voicing any of this though, Roman simply plastered on a fake smile, pretending to be okay with what she was proposing. "Yeah, of course, no worries at all," he replied with a forced smile, even as acid roiled in the pit of his stomach. "We're friends, nothing has to change. It's all good."

He focused intently on his coffee mug, trying to hide the wounded look threatening to surface in his eyes. Roman felt incredibly conflicted—there was definitely a big part of him that agreed they should just forget it ever happened and remain friends. This wasn’t just about them, their kids were friends. If they fucked things up, it would mean the girls could no longer be around each other. Being friends was the safest, least messy path forward. But another part—a part he was surprised to discover—felt genuinely hurt and used that she seemed to regret their night together so much. Peering back up at her with a stiff smile, he asked, "So, any big plans for today?" He cringed at the awkwardness in his tone. He desperately hoped they could move past this uncomfortable tension soon and get back to normal. But deep down, he feared that what happened between them last night had fundamentally shifted things in a way that couldn't be so easily undone or forgotten. Only time would tell if their friendship could truly withstand this, he supposed.

There was a sense of relief that flew through Callie as he simply agreed with her, but there was also something nagging in the back of her head that told her that wasn't right. This wasn't right. How was she supposed to go on like this never happened? Easy, for the sake of their daughters. Not everything had to mean something, and she knew that. Of course, she did. Roman's friendship had also been something so nice in her life, the last thing she wanted was to have that ruined as well. Friends can have sex, and it mean nothing. She'd press her lips together, and swallow the lump in her throat, before forcing a wide smile across her features. "Great." She replied, with a quick nod, as her eyes fell to her purse on the kitchen's counter.

Reaching for it, "Not that I'm aware of." She replied, while she quickly shift through it looking for her phone, once she found it; she'd find that she had 5 missed calls, and 3 missed texts from her brother. The last text having been spent only ten minutes ago. Turning her back on Roman, she'd go to the last message. Opening it, she'd find the words 'So, would you and your "we're just going out for drinks, I'll be home. We're just friends." buddy like to join me and the girls for breakfast at the diner? Or are y'all preparing for round 2?' Callie's jaw tighten, as she rolled her eyes. It'd be more like round 5, and she wished. She immediately groaned at those thoughts. Following his text with a 'I hate you, and I don't know, let me ask.' Twirling back around, somehow forgetting that this man was shirtless in the kitchen, looking quite good to climb. She'd bite her lip, lost in the thoughts of last night. Before shaking her head, and those thoughts away, she'd look up at his face, and pushed a smile out at him. "Sammy's taking the girls out for breakfast, he'd like to know if we'd like to join." She said, the way she delivered it almost the same extact way she'd deliver her closing argument in court. Yes, professional, that was a good idea. Although, apart of her hoped he'd say no, simply because she knew her brother would make this awkward for them both without even trying. But at the same time, she could use a delious breakfast. "If not, we can definitely drop Ivy off afterwards if you're busy." The moment her words were out, she shut her eyes, and tilted her head slightly as even she heard the way those words sounded. Sighing slightly, she open her eyes, "But I'm sure that the girls would love it if you came."

How would anyone—let alone Callie—expect him to act as if nothing happened between them last night? It wasn't like he could just flip a switch and erase the memories of last night’s encounter from his mind. Roman had been inside her for Christ sakes. But he supposed he could understand why she wanted to brush it under the rug and move on. They had their daughters to think about. Getting involved romantically would complicate things immensely if it didn't work out. Still, it didn’t mean being rejected didn’t hurt. He watched as she rifled through her purse, retrieving her phone. His attention went to his coffee, while he thought about what they did, a jolt of desire went straight to his cock. Fuck, now wasn’t the time to think about bending her over and fucking her again.

Clearing his throat, he tried to focus on what she was saying—an invitation to join her brother and the girls for breakfast. On one hand, it sounded like a recipe for disaster. Sam would probably know something went down. The man knew Roman had a thing for Callie back in the day. Not that it was hard to hide the fact. When he was a young boy, he gravitated towards Cal. But on the other hand, it would make Ivy happy to spend more time with Harper. And if he was being honest, he wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to Callie yet either.

"Uhm yeah, breakfast sounds great actually," he replied, running his pointer finger along the rim of his coffee cup sheepishly. "I'm sure Ivy would love that. Just let me go throw on a shirt real quick." He said after leaving the cup on the kitchen counter and headed towards his bedroom. As he walked into his room and shut the door, he let out a heavy sigh—leaning back against it. What the hell was he doing? He'd just agreed to go get breakfast with her brother after sleeping together. Talk about awkward. But it was too late to back out now. He'd just have to put on a brave face and act like everything was totally normal between them. Easier said than done, but he'd try his best for Ivy and Harper's sake. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he threw on a henley shirt and jeans before heading back out to face Callie. "Alright, I'm ready when you are," he said with a tight smile. "Let's do this."

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#( muse: calliope montgomery. )#( interactions: calliope montgomery. )#( interactions: callie x roman. )#CACKLING OMG

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