ATasteofRome by Lucy Felthouse Page B

positions and he heard a slight crackling noise before
she rolled a rubber down his cock, then straddled him and slid onto it. She was
wet, red-hot and eager. Rocking slowly on his dick, she pushed her hands under
the T-shirt he slept in and caressed his torso, occasionally letting her nails
scratch the naked flesh. He wanted to moan, to cuss, to grab her hips and buck
roughly up into her until they both yelled their climaxes, but he couldn’t. Not
unless he wanted to wake up a room full of people. He wasn’t sure if there was
a law against this kind of thing, but he didn’t want to take any chances and
end up in an Italian jail.
    So he made do with a hand on her hip and a hand between her
thighs, rolling, pinching and rubbing at the swollen nubbin of flesh there.
Shanna did a remarkable job of keeping quiet, though he noticed she’d begun
breathing more heavily when he started touching her there.
    Shifting slightly faster on his cock, grinding harder onto
him, it seemed the redhead was growing closer and closer to orgasm. Part of
Ryan wondered if perhaps he was dreaming—a delicious, sexy, dirty dream. But
the sounds—despite their quiet nature—the sensations, the fact his balls were
about to explode, made him think otherwise. He really did just have a bit of a
nymphomaniac as a temporary fuck-buddy. He was an incredibly lucky man and he
made the decision that, before the four of them parted ways, he would pay
Shanna back somehow. Maybe he’d fuck her in the Colosseum or the Vatican. That
ought to appeal to her penchant for danger shags.
    His thoughts—however shallow and sordid—were soon wiped out
when his orgasm approached. The pleasure centered on his cock and balls
radiated throughout his body, leaving him with a sense of euphoria before
pulling back into his crotch once more. He managed to hold out for just a few
seconds more, and as soon as he sensed Shanna was teetering on the knife-edge
of her own climax, he allowed himself to come, continuing to rub her clit as he
did so. Heaven knew how he managed it, but he did. He pressed his lips together
tightly to stop himself making a sound, which grew even more difficult as Shanna’s
cunt began to ripple around his shaft, gripping and releasing him with strength
and speed.
    Soon—too soon, in his opinion—he finished coming and the
blissful feelings dissipated. He relaxed, sinking more heavily into the
mattress beneath him. He had no idea what the redhead planned to do next, but
he didn’t mind either way. Cuddle or scarper, he was really too tired to care.
     
    For the second time in two days, he awoke to the sound of
other people moving around. He opened his eyes, stretched languidly, then
glanced down to see if his bottom half was covered up. He couldn’t quite
remember what had happened after he and Shanna had fucked, and for all he knew
he could be flashing his morning-glory-hard cock to everyone in the room, still
encased in the rubber.
    Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case. The thin sheet
was pulled up to his bellybutton, and a subtle hand down his shorts revealed
his hard-on was free of protection. So she’d fucked him, taken off the condom and pulled his shorts up. What a woman!
    Sitting up slowly, he looked around to see who out of their
little group was still asleep. It seemed the girls were up and out. Kristian
was firmly in the land of nod, his mouth wide open, snoring a little. After
waiting for his erection to go away, Ryan slipped out of bed, walked over and
gave Kristian a nudge to wake him, then grabbed his stuff and headed out to
queue for the bathroom.

Chapter Two
     
    Half an hour or so later, he was heading to the café where the
four of them had agreed to meet for breakfast. It was directly across the road
from the hostel and was a bar-cum-restaurant type place. A bit of a mish-mash,
but they didn’t care.
    His stomach rumbled—he was definitely ready for something to
eat. He pushed the door open and walked in, and a shiver