Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"And I will add onto your 'ANT' to make 'IMPORTANT'." My dad happily moved the small tiles across the board to add onto the word. Yes, I know what you're thinking, but who doesn't like a good game of Scrabble?
"You're such a one-upper." I shook my head and laughed but my dad grinned wickedly. I never classed my dad as a competitive person, he was also very chill and generous, but when it came to family boardgames, the claws came out.
"Then I'll add onto your 'FAN' to make 'FANTASTIC'." I smirked as I placed the letters down.
"Sienna, you're missing an 'A'." Roman called out. What? No way.
"What?!" I stared down at the board and saw what he meant. My 'FANTASTIC' spelt 'FANTSTIC'. Motherfucker. "Nooo! That's not fair, I take it back!" I demanded.
"Sorry, no re-turns. You made your shot, sweetheart." My dad smiled triumphantly. "Roman's on my side now." He grinned.
"No! Roman's on my side! Quick, help me find a new word!" I begged, nudging Roman's side.
"Can I go?! I've been waiting forever." My mom complained.
My dad chuckled and gestured for her to. "Go ahead, honey." She smiled happily and placed two letters down.
"Okay, so I turn your 'LIE' into 'LIELY'." We all looked around the table confused, dithering on whether we should say something or not.
"Erm, mom." I eventually broke the silence. "'Liely' isn't a word." I hesitantly spoke. She looked back at me and gawked in frustration.
"No! I swear it is." She protested.
"Honey, I'm afraid it isn't." my dad carefully consolidated.
She threw her hands into the air and groaned. "Urgh, this isn't fair! I'm not smart, you know that!" we all broke into laughter. "At least it would have been an eight-letter word."
"Six-letter." My dad correctly.
"Shit, you know I'm not good at math either, carry on." She waved it away.
It was currently Saturday, and my mom had a nightshift at the care home instead an afternoon shift which meant she was able to stay home for most of the day. My dad didn't have any clients today too but had a meeting with future ones tonight to discuss a whole garden upscale they wanted him for. It would be his biggest project yet and he was already researching tons of new and colourful flowers he had been dying to plant.
Roman had more family visiting this weekend for Skye's sake and so he asked if we could study at mine. I was fine with it now that he knew everything but studying soon came to an end when my mom started to interrogate him and then my dad walked in suggesting we played a boardgame instead. There was no protesting. Now, we have been playing for over an hour.
"Okay, Roman. Give us your best shot." My dad challenged.
I could already see the smirk Roman was trying to hold back as he placed the letters down. "Okay, I turn your 'METER' into 'HAEMATODYNAMOMETER'." We stopped and stared at him, jaws hitting the floor. Well, shit.
"What the hell does that mean?" my mom suddenly spoke in complete confusion.
Roman chuckled softly and replied, "It's an instrument to measure arterial or venous blood pressure."
My dad ran a hand across his face. "Well, damn boy, you have some smart genes in you."
"If I were twenty years younger you would be doing my math homework –"
"Mom!" I cut her off before we all broke into laughter. I gazed up at Roman who sat by my side, his eyes sparkling with amusement and when he caught my eyes, he smiled.
"Okay, okay. My turn." My dad started as he pushed his letters into the middle. The game went on for another hour before my mom had to get ready for work and my dad said he'd put on some dinner. My mom was very picky about who she let cook in the kitchen especially since I certainly did not get any cooking genes and my dad... well, let's just say instructions confused him at times. There were alone a few things he could cook perfectly fine alone.
Roman and I sat at the dining table, trying to finish off the rest of our work we postponed for the Scrabble game.
"D'you like risotto, Roman?" my dad called over.
Roman looked up and answered, "I'm afraid I haven't tried it, Sir."
My dad chuckled. He didn't get called 'Sir' very often, so this must've been amusing to him.
"Well, I hope you like it." He chuckled. "It's pawn and mushroom, are you allergic to shellfish?"
"No, Sir." Roman shook his head.
"Sienna loved seafood as a kid. We used to have to make her pawn or crab sandwiches every day for school."
"Dad." I groaned.
"Really?" Roman's eyes lit up mischievously. Oh no. "What else was she like?"
"You don't have to –"
"Did you know she had an obsession was the colour green as well?" my dad began. Oh god.
"Dad, please don't –"
"Bright, neon green too! She had this one T-shirt of the colour and I swore we had to wash it every single day so she could wear it!" he bellowed out a laugh. My face was burning as Roman laughed too. "She also loved mermaids. She used to wrap her legs in a towel and hop around the house and –"
"Okay! That's enough!" I cut him off, my face beaming bright red. This was officially embarrassing. Roman was already laughing to his heart's content at my dad's comments and the fact that my face probably looked like a tomato didn't help with the matter.
"Aww no! I think it's cute." He argued and my face burned even hotter.
"Let's just... carry on with work." I buried my face into my Chemistry homework, refusing to as so much as glance up as I heard my dad humorously chuckle to himself. He must be proud to have totally humiliated his daughter. I swore parents had too much fun with it.
My mom came down the stairs in full care home attire with her hair tied back in a neat, sleek bun. My dad handed her a box of pre-heated pasta to eat when she got there, and she kissed him on the cheek. I always loved their relationship. It was the small, caring interactions I'd catch between them that made my heart melt.
Don't get me wrong, when they got all kissy-kissy early on a Monday morning whilst I ate my breakfast, I still wanted to throw up. However, it was the way my dad knew that my mom's favourite flowers were lilies and would always buy them to decorate around the house constantly, or how he'd fold her jeans the specific and rather complicated way that she always did to make her happy. Just as much as she would put tomatoes on the side for every dish that included them rather than on it before she knew he didn't like them, or how she'd prerecord and put 'Shark Tank' on the TV before he got home on a late shift because he always liked to watch it before bed.
She walked over to me and kissed my hair before waving goodbye to Roman who waved back. Several minutes after, my dad came back with dinner, placing the two steaming bowels in front of us before heading upstairs to get ready for his meeting.
"Um, d'you want to watch a movie?" I asked anxiously. Why was I so anxious? Oh yeah, it's not like your dad completely humiliated you in front of him.
"Sure." He replied and began packing up his stuff.
I awkwardly picked up our bowels and made my way to the living room, placing them down on the coffee table. Shit, what do we watch? Beforehand, Roman had picked the movies and they were always some Si-Fi, dystopian thing, now it was my turn, and I didn't know what the hell to watch. My mom had an old set of DVDs piled by the TV which we always went for. Don't get me wrong, we had Netflix but I always found the movie selection to be shit and so I scavenged through the stack to see what was a good option.
"I'm leaving now, sweetheart. Have a nice night – oh, are you going to watch The Notebook?" what? I looked down at my hand to see the DVD of The Notebook sitting there. Oh no. Anything but The Notebook. That was such a first date cliché. This isn't a date. Yeah, but it's still a cliché.
"Um, I –"
"What are we watching?" Roman walked in with his hands in his pockets, his hair slightly tousled like he'd ran his finger through it mere seconds ago.
"The Notebook apparently." For fuck's sake, dad!
"Cool." Roman shrugged and moved slump down on the couch.
"We don't have to –"
"I love that movie. It's the one with Rachel Berry in, right?" my dad cut me off and leant on the doorframe, crossing his arms to think. Something he always did.
"Rachel McAdams, dad. Rachel Berry is in Glee." I corrected almost face-palming myself.
"Oh yeah. She's a nasty bitch in that show, isn't she?"
"Dad!" god, this was getting embarrassing again. Roman seemed to be holding back a laugh as I felt my face burn red once again. He's probably never seen me this humiliated before.
"Anyhow." My dad brushed it away with his hands, chuckling lightly. "I won't be back till late and your mom won't be back till sunlight. Have a nice night, kids." He waved away.
"Bye dad!"
"Bye Mr Callum!" Roman and I called simultaneously. Then we were left alone.
I awkwardly coughed fiddling with the DVD in my hand. "We... We don't have to watch The Notebook. I was just looking through and..."
"No, it's fine" Roman didn't seem to care. "If you want to watch it, we can watch it."
"I didn't say I wanted to watch it. I just looked through and –"
"Sienna?"
"Yeah?"
"Put on the damn DVD."
I realised how big of a deal I was making this and decided to listen to him. Once I put it on, I walked back to the couch and awkwardly sat down, picking up my bowel of risotto to place on my lap.
Roman stayed silent for most of the movie, scoffing down spoonfulls of risotto I assumed he was enjoying. He didn't seem to complain about the movie at all which I assumed most boys would do throughout this kind of thing, but he didn't. He seemed almost... interested? My guess was that he hadn't seen it before.
And, much to my overthinking surprise, it was all going fine... until the main sex scene came on right after the iconic letters scene, and Noah now was pulling Ally's stockings down her legs rather seductively. The scene was hot enough to burn a house down, but with Roman sitting a few cushions away, I felt myself grow hotter.
Constantly, I kept sneaking glances to see if he had any sort of reaction. Instead, he covered his mouth with his knuckles, not making it vision enough for me to tell if he was biting them or not, but he seemed to be far calmer than the bubbling heat stirring inside of me. The only time we've had sex so far was his first time and I felt the frustration building between us for the past week.
I kept thinking about our sex again and again. It was all I could possible think about and it drove me insane. Every part of it stained my mind like those glass windows in church, except these images were anything but holy. They were utter sins, but I would happily bathe in their callous flames.
"Are you okay?" he finally looked back at me, catching me off guard.
I collected myself and looked back, "Hmm? Yeah, why?" I answered a little too quickly.
"Because you keep staring at me." Shit.
"I-I erm... it's just that..." what the hell am I going to say? I didn't even know where I was going with this. "D'you want to have sex?" well, that was a surprise. Congratulations, Sienna. You have officially sent your ass to the humiliation of hell. Roman stared back at me almost wide-eyed.
"I... I don't know why I just said that." I quickly looked down at my hands fiddling in my lap, my cheeks burning like the fiery pits of hell. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
"I'm fucking glad that you did, though." Roman nervously chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
"Really? I thought I was –"
"I want you all the damn time, Sienna." I stayed quiet. "It's crazy to me how all that's been on my mind this past week is having sex with you over and over again." My pulse hammered against my skin. "I feel like a horny teenage boy." Now it was my turn to chuckle.
Feeling a boost of confidence, I got up and slowly made my way over to him, moving the finished dinner bowels to the coffee table before I sat down on his lap.
"You are a horny teenage boy." I corrected. His pupils were so dilated I could barely see the thin rim of silvery-blue shimmering around. "Now fuck me."
It didn't even take him two seconds before he mashed his lips to mine, and we were lost in a sea of pleasurable desire.
I ran my tongue across the seal of his lips, opening them to explore, and soon our tongues were lost in a caressing battle. His fingers trailed up my covered thighs and dug into my hips, pulling our bodies down to grind. I closed my eyes as the pure satisfaction shot up my body like dancing flames and moaned.
"God." I moaned again and held my breath as he pulled apart, staring at me with pupils so dilated the shimmering rim of silvery blue was barely visible to the naked eye. I couldn't take it any longer and pressed my lips to his with the same begging desperation as before. His name was on the tip of my tongue almost ready to scream.
"Roman..." I whispered as his hands began pulling my jeans down.
"Yeah?"
"Not on my couch." I would never be able to look at my couch the same if we had sex on it. He seemed to understand as he nodded.
"Upstairs?" he then suggested.
"Upstairs." Within a matter of seconds, he stood up and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist.
My lips travelled up his neck to his jawline, biting, flicking my tongue over the red marks I left behind. I felt like I was burning, but this was a different time of burn than before. It was white hot, sparking through my veins. Electric. Almost with adrenaline rushes of sheer craving pulsing through my body.
He carried me out of the living room and up the stairs. My hands wasted no time in slipping into his jeans, rubbing his growing erection through his boxers. He let out a loud groan, tempting me further. I grabbed a hold of him and pumped him slowly. Tauntingly.
"Sienna." He groaned again.
"Don't drop me." I warned and pumped a little faster. The smile on my lips remained against his scorching skin as I kept pumping, stroking, teasing.
Once reaching my door, Roman kicked it open with one foot and pressed me against it, slamming it shut doing so.
"You're a tease, you know that right?" he whispered harshly against my lips. I was lost for words until I felt him grow harder in my hand. He wanted me.
"You love it." I playfully fought back, and I caught the smile on his lips before his hands cupped my face and fiercely pressed his lips to mine.
"Roman..." I moaned as his erection pressed up against my core through my jeans. His hands fell to the waste band of them and began to pull. I laughed when it was evident he couldn't get them off due to our position and so I jumped down and pulled them off myself along with my top. I wore no bra underneath which came in luck for this exact moment. He laughed watching me do so but couldn't wait another second after they hit the floor as he cupped my face once more and kissed me hungrily. His hands assaulted my ass, massaging roughly, and hoisted me back up to wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
My pussy was throbbing, and my arousal was practically dripping down the insides of my thighs when his fingers started to gently run the little, sweet bud hidden by the thin lace of my thong. My fingertips grazed the skin burning under his hoodie and moulded into the strong definitions of his abs, trailing them across every contraction of his muscles, admiring the ripples they made in his skin. Grasping onto the hem, I lifted the hoodie over his head and ran my hands across his bare, muscular shoulders, holding on tightly as his hips rocked against mine.
"Fuck." I sighed and tipped my head back. I reached down and pulled his boxers to his knees letting his cock spring free.
"Skip the foreplay." I mumbled into his mouth. He pulled away and stared into my eyes. I could never get enough of his eyes, I liked them so much I wanted to stare into them forever. God, I was acting so cheesy but I didn't care. "I want you inside me. Now." I demanded and he didn't need to be told twice. A smirking smile pulled up the corners of his lips and he placed me down to pull a condom out of the pocket of his jeans lying on the floor.
"Look at you, coming prepared." I teased. He strode back up to me and lifted me up, holding me to the door.
"I've wanted you all week. I've had to be." he muttered and handed me the foil wrapper. I teared it off and bit my lip as I carefully rolled it down him. His lips pressed against the side of my head, his hot breath panting harshly against my skin. Once on, he took his cock in his hand and moved my underwear to the side before placed it at my entrance.
"God, you're so wet." He groaned before thrusting in.
"Ah!" I cried as I felt his grith press against my walls as he buried his length inside of me to the hilt.
"Fuck... I forgot how good you feel." He whispered. His hips jerked when he began thrusting in and out slowly, filling me up with the most delicious sensation. His hips rolled against mine as he picked up the pace and my hands found their way into his hair.
"Roman.... Roman...." Was all I could moan. I knew he still felt nervous about the whole sex thing with it only being his second time by how careful he was being, but he seemed to have the hang of it far more this time. The feeling was incredible as he pounded into me, my whole body was glowing with complete pleasure pulsing through every vein like a drug.
"Go to the bed." I panted, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips.
"Huh?"
"The... bed...." I begged between moans. He moved away from the door and sat on the edge of my bed. Now I had the control. I bounce up and down his cock, his balls slapping against my ass and I found it to be the most delicious sound. The look on his face was one I could think about forever; mouth gaped, eyebrows furrowed together, tendons sticking out of his neck, eyes swimming in deep pools of euphoria.
"Ah, yes!" I moaned as I began grinding. "Yes, yes, yes..." I pushed him down so his back hit the mattress, but he pulled me down with him. I grinded harder as my hair created a sheath over our faces. He pushed the locks back and held them at the nape of my neck.
"You feel so fucking good." He praised. Holding me there, one of his hands fell down between us and rubbed small circles around my clit with his thumb.
"Fuck... ah, Roman!" I cried feeling the heavenly sensation heighten.
"Does that feel good?" his voice deepened. Fuck, that was the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. I nodded furiously, biting my lip to try and told off my moans.
"I want to hear you, Sienna." He commanded.
I let go of my lip yet as I did, a loud, sobbing cry escaped, and I could see the satisfied dominance seeping through his features.
"Good girl." He smirked and pressed his thumb harder on my clit.
"Roman... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.... Ah!" I felt the wave of my climax wash over me in constant crashes of euphoria. He held my hips down and pounded into my harder. I braced my hands back on his thighs as my breasts bounced up and down at the fast, harrowing pace. He cried my name a final time and climaxed the hardest I'd seen him yet.
After recovery had set in, I fell back down onto him, feeling him turn soft inside of me.
"That was fun." I sighed into his chest. I felt the chuckle vibrate in his chest as a hand came up to stroke my hair. "Now I need to pee." I groaned in his chest. For fuck's sake, I wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep so badly. Roman laughed and lifted me off him and I pulled on a hoodie I left hanging on my desk chair before running to the bathroom.
The soreness between my legs returned once again as I limped over to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile. My lips were red and swollen, my face crimson at the cheeks but glowing in a way I hadn't seen before, and my hair was an utter mess but I loved it. I loved this look, I loved this feeling. I was happy — giddy — and no matter what, I couldn't stop it.
When I returned, Roman was standing in his boxers, admiring something on my desk. My eyes were immediately drawn to the muscles on his back contracting as he took each breath. I wondered what he was looking at, what piqued his interest.
"Snooping, huh?" I finally spoke and he turned around to meet my gaze.
"Just looking." He replied simply before holding something up in his hand. "Is this you?" he held up a picture. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Why didn't I take that picture down? It was of me in 1st Grade at the local beach wearing a bright yellow swimsuit, giving a gap-toothed smile whilst holding bucket of seaweed.
"Um... you weren't supposed to see that." I rushed over and snatched the picture out of his hands, chuckling nervously.
"I think it's cute." He argued.
"Yeah, but it's embarrassing." I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled.
"I've liked seeing a lot of embarrassed Sienna today."
"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, but he snatched the picture out of my hands to admire it. "Hey, no! Give that back!" I tried to jump up and grab it. Damn him and his stupidly tall height. Roman backed away with a smirk glued to his lips.
"Hmm, nope. You know, I might take a photo of this and ask the school yearbook to –" I tackled him to the bed before he could continue.
"Give that back!" I demanded.
"Try me." He challenged. I climbed on top of him and reached for it as he outstretched his arm.
"You little shit!"
"I think we've established that I'm not very little in many departments, Sienna." He smugly retorted. I gasped at the confidence move and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Okay, okay!" he laughed, "Here." He offered the picture. I sharply snatched it back and hid it in my bedside drawer.
"You're starting to get a little too confident now, nerd-boy." I shot at him. He only smiled and sat up to meet me, pulling my hips so my legs wrapped around his torso.
"Am I now?" he whispered and gently placed his lips on mine in a long, calming kiss.
"Mm hmm." I mumbled when he pulled away. "Very." I felt his hands play with the hoodie covering my naked body, rubbing the soft material between his rough fingers.
"This is mine." He stated. I looked down to see myself wearing the red hoodie he bought from the thrift shop, the one he gave me to wear the night of the storm.
"I could imagine the hoodie on you. That's why I went back and bought it."
It was something he said in the dead of night whilst I was sleeping but I still heard it, and I didn't know whether my mind made it up or not. I couldn't tell but I didn't want to ask in case he didn't and further humiliated myself.
"D'you want it back?" I asked. Please say no.
"I like it better on you. I like you in red." I didn't wear red very often, only on the odd occasion, but, for some reason, my mind flicked back to every interaction Roman and I have had in an attempt to remember if I wore red that day or not.
"Can we do something tomorrow?" his words cut me out of my thoughts and my eyes flickered up to meet his soothing gaze.
"Like what?" I raised a brow and asked sceptically.
"Well..." he wrapped his arms around me and pulled us both down to the bed, so I laid on top of him. "You know how we've had a 'Sienna Day'." I nodded vaguely. "I want to have a 'Roman Day'."