Zero expectations, p.6
Zero Expectations, page 6
“Okay, maybe not friends-with-benefits,” he amended. “How about a simple hookup with zero expectations? Sex only, no dirty laundry on my part, and no bitching on yours.”
“Why?” I asked, curious as to why he was suggesting this with me.
His head quirked a bit. “Because it’s an extremely selfish and perfect arrangement for someone like me,” he answered honestly. “I have no desire to parade random women around my kids, and I also have no desire to run into a one-night stand at the grocery store while I have my children in tow. Though my parents and brother are more than willing to help out, I prefer to spend most of my spare time with my kids. I’m the one raising my kids, not my parents or my brother.”
Why did that sound so hot?
“I’m also a red-blooded male with needs, and it’d be awesome to have those needs met by a woman that’s not trying to pull obligations out of me that I have no desire to give,” he went on.
“What do you have against hookers?” I asked because that’s what it sounded like he needed. “They’d be perfect for what you need.”
Roman shot me a look. “I have nothing against hookers,” he drawled out. “Apart from possibly getting arrested for soliciting, of course. I’m not itching to explain to my five-year-olds what soliciting means, Haven.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded, trying not to grin. “So, if I did decide to do this, how would this work?”
He regarded me carefully as he kept scratching Justin behind his ears, and Justin and I really were going to have to have a talk about loyalty. Roman wasn’t the one that had rescued him from the shelter and was spending millions on puppy pads.
“Well, I’m not sure what your schedule is like, but my free time is limited to when the kids are at school,” he answered. “Since I own my own business, I can move things around if I have to.”
I thought about that, and if we were going to do this, my lunch hour seemed like the only opportune time for us to get together. In all actuality, considering that I worked from home, I could eat whenever I wanted. I had two breaks in addition to my hour lunch, so it wasn’t like I’d be starving myself just to get some action.
Still, it was more than that. I had to consider what I was actually agreeing to. Minus the cash exchange, I’d be Roman’s hooker, and he’d be my gigolo. There’d be no conversations, no getting to know each other, no building towards something more. However, Roman didn’t need to build towards anything more because he already had everything that most people wanted. He had his own business, a seemingly great family support, and children. Hell, not only did he have children, but he had one of each gender, so he really wasn’t missing anything in that regard. The only thing missing from Roman Scott’s life was a companion, but he’d made it clear that he wasn’t interested in any of that. The man had some deep scars, and sex with zero expectations was all that he wanted at the moment.
However, what did I want?
I was thirty-six-years-old, no longer a spring chicken, but not in a rush to get married or have kids, either. I was stuck in a place where I still felt young enough to resist the serious obligations of marriage and kids, but I was still very aware that my biological clock was ticking if I was serious about wanting kids in my life one day. I did not relish being sixty-years-old and sending a kid to college at such an age. I’d have to work until the day that I died to pay off that kind of college debt.
The truth was that I didn’t know what I wanted right now. My life was comfortable, and Nic and Tin were the biggest shake-ups that I’d had in years. Two puppies that were kicking my ass, that’s where I was in life right now. One that was also turning out to be a traitor, and I was still struggling with that as I watched Justin falling asleep in Roman’s arms.
Ignoring Justin’s betrayal, I stared up at Roman and wondered what it would be like to have a sex-only affair with him. He definitely looked like he’d be a good time, and it definitely wasn’t a question of finding him attractive, because I did. Even with his grumpy disposition, he was still hot as hell. Plus, if everything on him was proportional, well…good heavens.
I almost started fanning myself at the thought.
Finally, I said, “I work from home, so that would limit the window to my lunch hour.”
“Okay,” he drawled out carefully, not sure if I was agreeing to this or not.
“So…twice a week? Three times a week? Every other week? When could I expect you?” I asked, and his light brown eyes narrowed at me. “I’m not mocking you,” I quickly rushed out. “I just want to know what I’m getting into if I agree to this…this zero expectations thing. I mean, would I be just…on standby for whenever you felt the need? Like…be on-call? Or would this be like an arranged appointment?” I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, I reached over, then grabbed Justin out of Roman’s arms. “I mean, in order for me not to complain, bitch, or whine, I’ll need details.”
Roman’s back straightened as he slid his hands in his pockets. “Since I’m not comfortable with pushing my needs on a woman, how about you send me a text whenever you’re feeling…up to it?”
There was no denying that the guy was good at this. With that one sentence, he was giving me complete control of this situation, and there was no denying how that made me feel better about this arrangement. In fact, it tilted the scales in favor of Roman being my gigolo versus me being Roman’s hooker. He was making it appear as if I would be using him, not the other way around. Granted, we’d be using each other with an arrangement like this, but it still felt…safer this way.
“And what if I feel up to it five times a week?” I challenged, and men were so easy when you picked at their masculinity.
“Then I’ll be over here five times a week,” he flung back. “In fact, five times a week works perfectly for me.”
“That’s an awfully bold prediction of promise,” I smirked.
“I might be closer to forty than I am to twenty, but I can still fuck five times a week, baby,” he said, that fragile male ego making its appearance again. “I suggest that you stock up on some ibuprofen.”
For whatever reason, his ridiculous suggestion to stock up on pain meds had me making up my mind. Sure, I might be getting in over my head, but there was just something about Roman Scott that I wanted to experience. Plus, if men could do it, why couldn’t women? Why were women expected to want more than just sex? Why was there such a stigma on women being okay with just sex?
“Fine,” I said, finally agreeing. “Sex only.”
“And you’re sure that you can do that?” he asked, and I almost punched him in the face.
“Do you want me to change my mind?”
Roman relaxed a bit. “I’m just asking because…I don’t want to be accused of mixed signals or implied promises later on,” he explained. “I am not looking to be the bad guy here.”
“You won’t be,” I promised. “I know exactly what I’m agreeing to.”
“Okay-”
“What about the kids?” I asked, and Roman’s back snapped straighter than a rod.
“What about my kids? They have nothing-”
“Oh, relax,” I huffed. “I’m not trying to become their new step-momma. I just want to know what the rules are about them playing with Tin and Nic. Just like you don’t want to be accused of mixed signals or implied promises later on, I don’t want to be accused of using my puppies to hypnotize your kids to fall in love with me, then hoodwinking you into proposing to me later.”
“You are such a handful, I swear to God,” he muttered, eyeing me like he might be changing his mind about this whole thing.
“You know where the front door is,” I pointed out evenly.
Roman shook his head. “Fine,” he sighed. “I won’t make a big deal out of Alec bringing them over to play with the puppies as long as it doesn’t become a habit.”
“How magnanimous of you,” I deadpanned.
“Has anyone ever told you what a fucking pain in the ass you are?”
I grinned. “I’ve might have heard that a time or two in my life.”
“Fine, let’s exchange numbers, so that-”
“Hold up a bit,” I said, interrupting him. “Before I give you something that I can’t take back…well, not without the headache of having to change my number, we still need to address one more detail.”
“Which is?”
“I prefer to be attracted to the guys that I sleep with,” I explained. “What if there’s no chemistry?”
Roman reached out, grabbed the hem of my shirt, then yanked me forward. “Well, there’s only one way to find out, right?”
Chapter 11
Roman~
My lips were on hers before she could protest, and I never imagined that this fruit loop of a woman could taste so fucking good. My hand immediately cupped the back of her head, and when I deepened the kiss, Haven moaned, opening up for me.
My tongue swept into her mouth to play with hers as my other hand landed on her hip, pulling her closer. Haven’s arms came up to wrap around my neck, and as soon as I felt her tits pressed up against my chest, I let out a moan of my own. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the puppies yapping, but only a gun to my head would make me pull away from this firecracker in my arms.
When my lips began a trail down her neck, Haven dropped her head back to give me more access, giving me the green light to keep going until she told me to stop. As my hand reached up to cup her breast perfectly in my palm, I knew that chemistry was not going to be an issue for us. My dick was rock hard for her, and her grip on me was a clear indication that she was feeling the same heat between us just as intensely as I was.
“I start my period next week,” she panted, and while that information might stop most guys, I could only grin against the soft flesh of her neck. “So…so, if…we’ll have to wait a few days-”
I nipped her skin with my teeth to shut her up. “Blood doesn’t bother me,” I said right before moving my hand from her hip to her ass, palming it like a pervert.
“It’s not sexy,” she replied on a moan, her leg hooking around my calf.
“It’s plenty sexy,” I argued. “Wanting my dick bad enough that you don’t care if you’re on your period is extremely fucking sexy.”
“Christ, Roman…” she whimpered as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Her bra was blessedly not padded, so I was able to feel everything.
Soon, I was walking Haven towards her kitchen, ready to spread her wide and eat her for dinner. If she wanted me to stop, I would. If she needed more time, then I’d give it to her. However, if she opened those legs for me, our first time was going to be right the fuck now. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d gotten laid, and I was due. Still, even if I weren’t, Haven Oslind did things to me, and it was my mission to find out how she felt wrapped around me.
When her ass hit the kitchen table, she blurted, “My legs aren’t shaved.”
I pulled back to look down at her. “Only women give a shit about that crap,” I told her. “You females seem to think that you need to come to us looking perfect, but you don’t. You just need to come to us and that’s enough. I give two fucks if your legs are shaved, Haven.”
She was panting with need, but that didn’t stop her from waving another one of her fruitcake red flags at me. “Well, other stuff needs to be…uh, trimmed up and-”
“Again, I don’t give a fuck,” I told her, my right hand sliding up her shirt, finally feeling the bare skin underneath her baggy clothing.
“Most guys-”
I quickly grabbed her chin with my other hand, squeezing her jaw to shut her up. “I’m not most guys,” I practically snapped. “And when we’re together like this, I don’t want to hear you talking about other fucking men.”
Her face softened with regret. “That’s not what I-”
“I’m not a douchebag, Haven,” I said. “My sour disposition aside, I’m not an asshole. I don’t want or expect an airbrushed centerfold. I don’t troll social media to ogle internet models. I don’t think that porn is a real expectation of what sex should be.” I slid my other hand from underneath her shirt, then directed it towards the front of her pants. “I like women,” I said as I cupped her pussy. “I’m attracted to real women. If a woman won’t let me fuck her because she’s afraid that I’ll be turned off because her bra and panties don’t match, then she’s not the woman for me.”
“Oh, God…” she mouthed when my fingers began running back and forth between her legs.
“I don’t care if you haven’t shaved your legs,” I continued as her hips began to move against my hand. “I don’t care if you haven’t showered today. I don’t care if you’re on your period. I don’t care if you smell like disinfectant because you’re in the middle of cleaning your house. I don’t care if you just finished working out. I don’t care if you haven’t trimmed your pussy into the perfect heart shape.” Forgetting about feeling her up, I moved my hand, sliding it inside her panties, feeling how fucking soaked she was for me, and Haven let me. “When I’m with a woman, I don’t care about anything other than making her cum on my cock, screaming out my name while she does it.”
“Oh, God…” she whimpered, and since she wasn’t stopping me, I figured the light was still green.
“But since you’re so worried about that shit, how about we compromise?” I suggested right before I turned her around, the table at the perfect height to bend her over. “I’ll let you keep your pants and shirt on, and I’ll even leave your pussy alone.”
“Are we about to have sex?” she asked. “Because if we are, my pants have to be off, no?”
I dropped my head in between her shoulder blades and grinned. “Trust me, baby.”
Before she could ask me any more stupid questions, I grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, then yanked them down over her hips. I left them bunched up around her thighs, leaving me access to her sweet pussy, but covering up her unshaved legs because women were weird creatures.
With my hand pushing at Haven’s back, I asked, “Are we doing this, Haven?”
“Yes,” she quickly rushed out, and all I could do was throw up a silent thank you to God.
With my hands going to my pants, I had my jeans undone and around my thighs faster than the speed of light. Though I hadn’t been expecting this to happen right now, I always carried a condom with me because I already had a set of twins; I didn’t need a reminder for birth control.
“Last chance,” I said as I secured the condom onto my dick. “We can take this slower, Haven.”
I bit the inside of my cheek when she said, “If I wanted to go slower, I wouldn’t be bent over my kitchen table with my ass hanging out."
"Fair enough,” I muttered right before lining my dick up against her pussy.
“I’m a grown woman,” she went on. “I can-oh, God…”
“Fuck,” I growled as I slid into the tightest pussy that I’d ever been inside. While I had a sizeable dick, there was no mistaking how tight Haven’s cunt squeezed my cock. “Fuck, baby.”
“Oh, Christ…” she moaned as I started fucking her slow and deep. “Roman…”
Reaching around, my hand gripped the front of her neck, then I yanked her upward, needing to feel more of her. With Haven’s shirt so baggy and her hair tied up in that pitiful bun, I had plenty of access to her neck, so I made sure that my lips never left her skin as I fucked into the woman, her moans doing crazy things to me.
I also didn’t care that she was letting me fuck her on our first ‘date’. I liked confident women, and I liked women that went after what they wanted. Plus, it wasn’t like Haven was a shy, unsure, timid young woman. She was somewhere around my age, and that made her grown as fuck in my opinion.
“You like that?” I grunted against her flesh. “You like that cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, unashamed. “God, yes…”
Ignoring everything else around us, I held Haven close to me as I fucked her with every inch that I had. Her pleas sounded like music to my ears every time that I hit that sweet spot, and when she was finally ready to cum for me, I wondered how I was going to survive the Saturdays and Sundays without her. Now, most people would say that I was already pussy whipped, but fuck those people. So what if I was? Haven’s pussy felt like paradise, and it was my paradise for the time being.
“Don’t stop…” she cried out. “God, don’t stop…”
“Not until you cum all over my cock, baby,” I promised in her ear. “Not until you give me what I want.” Her cries got louder. “Not until you’re screaming my name, begging me not to go anywhere.”
“God… Roman…” she choked out as she came all over me, the sensation frying my brain. Her grip on my cock was so tight that I could only hope the condom followed my cock out of her pussy.
Refusing to cum until I rode her through her orgasm, it was a few minutes later before I was exploding inside the necessary latex. The entire time, my lips never left her skin, and I wondered what it was about this woman that had me feeling clingy as fuck.
With the sound of our harsh breaths and the puppies yapping, my dick started to soften, so I quickly pulled out, making sure to keep myself covered. While I assumed that Haven was on some sort of birth control due to her age, custody of the puppies would be the least of my problems if she wasn’t.
Free from her tight warmth, I asked, “Where’s your bathroom? I need to get rid of the condom.”
“Past the living room, right before you hit the left side of the hallway,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath.
Taking care of the condom as quickly as possible, when I walked back towards the kitchen, I saw Haven already back in the living room, all her clothing put back together. Stopping to kiss her on the top of her head, I said, “Take care of whatever you have to take care of before my next visit, because I’m eating that pussy the next time your pants come off, baby.”
