BULLY KING by Andi Jaxon 
“Jonah.”
My name is growled.
Roman
grabs my shirt when I spin around and pulls me into a classroom with no lights
on. Did he not hear the sermon? We can’t be caught together. Expecting to hit
the wall, I stumble into the gloomy room with Roman shutting the door behind
me.
“What are
you doing in here?”
He
doesn’t answer me, just grips my shirt again and pushes me against the wall
where we won’t be seen by anyone walking past the door and he’s pressed against
me. His lips are harsh and demanding against mine. He’s pissed off, but I’m too
hurt by my father’s words to be angry yet. It’ll come, but right now, my heart
is heavy and broken.
Gripping
his face, I kiss him back just as hard, frantic for his touch. My tongue duels
with his and my teeth latch onto his lip. He growls, the rumble of it vibrating
my chest. He’s pressed against me, mouth to thigh, and hard as steel. Blood
pumps through my veins, filling my cock at his closeness.
He
reaches for my pants, and I break our kiss.
“Roman,”
I pant, my hands reaching for his wrists.
“Why do
you come here?”
His
question catches me off-guard. He’s still crowding me against the wall, his
deep blue eyes searching my face for something, but it’s hard to think with him
this close to me.
“Why
wouldn’t I? I’m a son of God.”
Confusion
leaves me open for his next assault. Roman’s lips crush mine, taking no
prisoners. This kiss is hard, demanding, brutal. It’s exactly what I need. The
pain, the desperation.
I kiss
him back just as hard, biting at his lips, sucking on his tongue, ravaging his
mouth. My dick aches in my pants, hard, desperate for attention. Roman’s body
moves against me, his dick just as hard behind his zipper.
Reaching
down, he grabs my leg and pulls it around his hip to get a better angle. His
thick cock sliding against mine has my eyes rolling back into my head and he
swallows my moan.
My hands
grip his shirt, pushing him away from me, forcing him to let go of my lips. We
stand there for a long minute, panting, not saying anything.
“We can’t
do this here.” I’m finally able to get the words out.
Roman
smirks that damn look that says, “I can do whatever the fuck I want.” His hands
cup my ass, forcing me to grind against him. My eyes close and a groan rumbles
from my throat.
“Stop,” I
pant. “We can’t do this here. Not in the House of God. It’s sacrosanct. It’s
wrong.”
“Does it
feel good, Jonah?” Roman lips brush against my ear. “My dick against yours?”
“Yes,” I
hiss through clenched teeth, pleasure overriding the common sense part of my
brain.
“Does it
feel right? Me touching you like this?” His teeth nip at the skin of my neck.
“Huh? Does this feel perverted? Does this feel like something you can just stop
wanting?”
Roman’s
hand moves to the front of my pants once again, his palm pushing and stroking
against my dick through my pants. My hips buck against him on instinct, wanting
more.
His lips
drop to mine again, shutting down all logical thought. My hands move to his
hair, pulling on the gold locks he wears so proudly.
I like to dabble in a little of
everything when it comes to stories. Romantic suspense, MM, a bit of erotica,
with plans for Greek retellings, maybe some fairytale retellings, and some
shifters. I write broken people who fight for their happily ever after, in all
the many forms it takes.
I married a sexy man in uniform who let
me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created
myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee and am
sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably
sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids.
I have a ridiculous addiction to Archer,
Sherlock, Supernatural, and The Big Bang Theory. I live my life spewing TV
quotes and sarcasm. I'm a self confessed ass, not easily offended, and I love
to laugh, almost as much as I love sleep. My laundry is rarely folded or put
away and I have probably only showered once this week.
I hate
schedules and planning, I have calendars, planners, and my phone yet can’t
remember anything. Somehow, I’ve managed to keep 3 kids alive but I really need
to become an adultier adult.
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