Rage

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

U nder the cover of night, we work together to compile all our evidence. The seedy motel room on the outskirts of town seemed so cliche to meet him at but now seems so fitting. The air is thick with tension and unspoken feelings. The soft glow of computer screens illuminates our faces as we cross-reference files, piece together timelines, and prepare to send everything to a contact Romello trusts within the agency that recruited him, who just happens to have a massive reach with the media outlets.

“Once this goes out, there’s no turning back,” he warns.

“I’m ready,” I affirm.

“They’ll know it was your work; your name is all over this research.” He tries again to stall.

“They can come after me all they like, it’ll be too late. The world will know what pieces of shit they really are, and the rightful owners of all those patents will get them back.” I argue.

“Here goes nothing.” He hovers his finger over the mouse pad to send the files.

I press my finger on top of his as we hit send; the files are encrypted and dispatched to multiple agencies and news outlets. A sense of relief washes over me.

Romello turns to me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and affection. “You were incredible. The entire time, you never quit.”

“Couldn’t have done this part without you,” I admit.

He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’m sorry for everything—for deceiving you.”

I look up at him, emotions swirling. “I understand why you did it,” I say, even though I am not sure I truly do.

His gaze drops to my lips, and this time, I don’t hesitate. I close the gap between us, our lips meeting in a tender yet passionate kiss. The world fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of our hearts.

“I’ve wanted you since the first day we met. Your scent lingered in that hallway for days. Teasing…no, tormenting me.”

His hand tangles in my hair and directs me to where he wants me. Our lips press together with such force they’re likely to be bruised. My tongue slips out to taste him, and it’s everything I needed it to be. Sweet, slightly lingering bitterness of the gas station coffee and something uniquely him.

When he pulls back again, he looks directly into my eyes. Staring so deeply, he might steal my soul.

“I watched you… in your room. I heard you call out my name…I want to hear you moan it again for me,” he growled the words into my ear.

I’m shocked that he confessed his voyeuristic activity. Also, not too sure how I feel about the blatant invasion of privacy.

He moved forward, his growing erection pressing into my stomach. The table that held our notes and laptops is cleared in one large swipe of his arm. Lifting me by my ass as though I weigh nothing, he sets me down on the table just a moment later.

My head spins with lust. The oxytocin and dopamine being released is all I crave and they make my whole body buzz.

Did I actually like that he watched me?

“I want you so badly. Let me taste you.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and starts to tug them down my thighs. I have to place my palms on the table and lift my ass up a little for him to gain any purchase with the tugging. It’s my way of giving him permission before the words would actually form.

“I want you too.” I cringed internally. I’ve never been good at pillow talk.

He either accepted my awkwardness or ignored it, which lightened the weight on my shoulders. Romello left my leggings around my calves and pressed my thighs open.

“So fucking pretty.” He leans in and runs his lips lightly against my inner thigh until they meet my weeping core. His wide flat tongue runs one swipe across, then one vertically, splitting the center and easily finding my clit. A shudder burns through me.

After all those nights with my imagination, the real thing is so much better than I imagined. His hands roam across my skin, leaving it heated in his wake.

I throw my head back and enjoy every lick, suck, and tickle of his tongue. He grabs me around both thighs and tugs me to the edge of the table. One arm remains banded across me, pressing down on my lower abdomen, while the other finds and parts my lower lips before inserting one finger.

Slowly in time, with his tongue and the added pressure from his arm banded over me, that finger finds my spot, releasing a slow build shudder that falls into an orgasm.

“Romello, please don’t stop.”

He doubles his efforts and adds another finger while increasing his tempo. Massaging that same spot through the still-blossoming orgasm until I feel my body ready for another.

I brace myself by grabbing the edges of the table, my back arched off the flat surface completely, placing my clit directly where I need it most. Just as he hooks his fingers up and sucks a bit too hard, I feel my legs tremble.

He stops.

I sit up and look at his cat-ate-the-canary smile glistening with my juices.

“I think we should save that one for when my cock is deep inside you. The only choice you need to make is if you want to watch it slip inside or feel it as I press inside you from behind.”

“Both. I need both.”

He chuckled lightly. “I have a condom in my briefcase. One sec.”

“Actually, I’m allergic to latex. I have an IUD, and I’m clean. If that’s okay?”

When he turns to look back at me, the look of a deadly predator spreads across his face. The hunter has found his prey and is going feral with the scent of blood in the air.

“You have no idea how hard that just made me. It’s more than okay. I absolutely love the idea of fucking you raw.”

He walks back to me, pulling his belt from the loops and unbuttoning his slacks. His cock emerges from his pants, revealing that he was commando this whole time. I can feel my jaw drop, but I do nothing to hide it.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

My mouth waters, so I swallow hard and manage only to make an appreciative hum.

“How about we put this bed to good use?” He picks me up with his hard cock bobbing between my legs and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce up once before landing somewhere near the middle. His hands clamp around my ankles, and they are held above his head while he lines himself up.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Yes.”

My one-word answer is barely finished when the “es” noise turns into a hiss as his large dick stretches me until he is fully sheathed inside me. I watch as every inch glides straight into my already sensitive and slightly swollen core. The tremors of the orgasm he stole from me are pulsing around his veiny cock.

He sits there inside of me for a moment while he peppers kisses all over my chest and nipples. When he starts to move, I almost feel that orgasm again, ready to explode.

Almost.

He stops his motion as soon as I clamp down.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. You said both,” he chides.

He draws out of me, and with a swift motion, he flips me on all fours on the bed and presses down on my lower back with his large hand, creating a larger arch from me and an easier entry for him.

I can feel his fist between us, along with his thick head pressing at my entrance. When I press back into him, he lets out a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan. The sound has my already wet core grow impossibly more slick for him.

Slap .

I’m surely going to have a mark in the shape of his hand after that crack to my ass. Then, he soothes the sting away with small circles that are in time with his slow, steady strokes.

“You feel so fucking good, Wynter.”

“Harder. Please, Romello. Make me cum, please?” My voice is bordering on a whine with how much I am begging him to let me cum. I want to hit that cliff and explode with the orgasm he has denied me.

“You have no idea what that does to me. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot.”

He’s not even winded. I’m not sure that I can even keep up with him and he’s nearly twice my age. He keeps a punishing pace, his thighs slapping against my own. His dick is so deep inside me that I can hardly tell where I end and he begins. When I arch even further so that I can peer over my shoulder at him, he finally hits that tender spot inside of me. I don’t dare move. I want this, need this.

“Say it again, baby. Say my name again,” he says through gritted teeth. His tempo is still set to rabbit rather than the turtle he started with. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead grabs my attention, and I lick my lips.

“Fuck me, Romello-oh-oh-ohhhhh!”

His grip on my ass cheeks spreads them wider, and he gains that much more purchase entering me to the point his pubic bone is pushing into my skin. He reaches his climax just as I see white stars flashing in front of my eyes. I’m holding my breath but can’t seem to tell my body to stop and breathe.

My legs shake, and I can’t hold myself up any longer. Before I fall to the duvet, his arms band around me, holding me to him while he fills me with hot pulses. The sensation is so much more than I ever could have imagined. His hand around my throat holds me close to his chest while he sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear.

He slips out of me and taps the head of his dick on the top of my ass cheek before smearing that last vestige of cum across the surface.

“Fuck, kitten,” he says with a sideways grin on his face. “Let me go get a washcloth, don’t move.”

I watch while he hops up and walks with his still semi-hard cock bobbing in front of him toward the bathroom. His round ass is perfect and on full display, like two perfect scoops of ice cream, and the cones are his delicious thighs. Proof that this man has never skipped leg day.

A moment later he’s walking out of the small bathroom with a hand towel and a washrag.

“I made a bit of a mess.” He actually seems sheepish for a split second before his uber-confidence returns.

Ever the gentleman, he watches me watch him as he cleans up our combined mess and dries me off. He then lies down next to me and pitches the soiled linens toward the bathroom door.

His arms wrap around me, one between my breasts and the other around my belly. Holding me close in the big spoon, little spoon position. His cock resting perfectly between my thighs.

I twist in his arms and inhale his scent, feeling his heart thud against mine.

I look deeply into his eyes and kiss him gently on his lower lip.

He returns the gesture and deepens the kiss, then places a gentle little kiss to the tip of my nose.

We part slowly, foreheads still resting against each other.

“What happens now?” I whisper.

“For us…or them?”

“Both.”

“We wait and see.”