Nineteen
A t some point in the middle of the night, I woke up to find clothes to sleep in. I barely remember it, but I ended up back on the couch while Rome stayed asleep on the floor. Amazingly, that’s where he stayed until we woke up this morning. I wasn't the only one who had been worn out.
As I watch him quietly slip into the bathroom wearing nothing but his pants, my thoughts don't even care about the present. I’m stuck on last night, memories of kneeling for him vividly re-playing in my mind before rewinding and starting again. I keep seeing the size of his enormous erection dangling in front of me like a tempting fruit, teasing me to the point of ravenousness before he pushed it inside my mouth. I lost my mind once I tasted it, my hands becoming zombified and taking control all on their own. I stroked his shaft and caressed his balls, and the way it drove him insane made me feel like a goddess. Rome controlled my mind and sent me to a place I'm not sure I've ever been. He owned me last night, and I loved it. I wanted to be his and to allow him to have his way with me. I was completely submissive. He did all of that before even attempting to physically satisfy me. It was un-fucking-real, and I wish I had time to fill a page of my diary reciting it all right now.
I wasn't sure how the night would end, because I saw him waver before we entered the house. There was a flash of uncertainty before he snapped out of it and went back to being the confident man I had been sitting across from at the restaurant. It was like he needed to consciously flip a switch and allow a darker part of himself to take the reins, and once the Dom gained control, it was mesmerizing. The way he commanded me, the way he guided me and left no room for misinterpretation, the way he took his time licking my clit, making sure not to rush like boys do. Rome was a man in every sense of the word, and I felt it. My god, I felt it. With a cock at least seven inches long and jaw-droppingly thick, there was no way to avoid it. In the span of less than an hour, Rome made me come twice. I could have cried from how incredible it was. All of my questions about him have now been answered, but there is a new question that has been born as we get up in the morning before having to go to work together.
What now?
No one saw us at Giovanni’s. Sierra wasn't waiting outside with a camera to record evidence as we exited, so we shouldn't have to worry about people from Sandcastle looking at us sideways when we enter this morning. But what if someone finds out? Everything at our place of business will change, and we may need to have a conversation about how to navigate those rocky waters if we want to stay afloat at the office.
Next on the list? What does a night of Earth-shattering sex mean for Rome and me? Are we a couple now? Are we going to go on dates and hold hands in public places? Do we have private meetings at Sandcastle behind closed doors so that we can be affectionate? Am I bringing him to meet Jaz and Michael? Will I be meeting his family and friends in the future? Will he introduce me to people as his girlfriend? Do I think of him as my boyfriend? Is there an us?
What now?
The question splinters into a million more and I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the thought. Trying to figure out the future has never been my strong suit, and for all I know, Rome isn’t even interested in anything long term. I honestly don't know what he wants after having already been given access to my body. All I can do now is hope that he isn't a player who dumps a girl after making her scream all night. As much as I enjoyed what we did, that would really suck.
When he steps out of the bathroom, his hair and face are wet from washing them in the sink, and his expression is unclear. He’s such a difficult person to read that it’s slightly intimidating. What is going on behind those beautiful brown eyes? The look on his face makes me want to ask, but his demeanor scares me away. So I just stare at him in the reflection of my dresser mirror. I need a shower, but I don't know if he's planning on leaving right away or not. There isn't much time before we have to be at work, so I don't imagine him staying long, which leaves very little time for us to wade in a pool of floating question marks. I need answers, but how do I break the ice?
I walk into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting for him to put on his shirt and exit the bathroom. When he comes in, his eyes stay low and the same uncertainty I saw in the car before we came in last night resurfaces. What is that?
“So,” I force myself to say. “Last night was … incredible.”
Rome comes in, his every step weighed down by an obvious sense of reluctance, and takes a seat on the accent chair across from me. The smile he allowed me to see at the dinner table last night has gone back into hiding, tucked away beneath the expressionless gaze he usually has.
“It was great,” he replies as if being forced to admit it against his will.
My eyebrows raise. “You sure? You seem awfully sad right now, and I'm not sure what to think.”
Rome forces himself to look at me and maintain eye contact, a smirk wishing it could take over his mouth but being held back. “I'm not sad. Just tired I guess, and I need to high tail it back to my place if I plan to make it into the office on time.”
“Yeah,” I say. “About that. What's the plan on how we’re supposed to act at work?”
“No one will know anything,” he replies as if I was already supposed to be aware of the answer. “I won't have my staff accusing you of trying to sleep your way to the top, nor will I have them accusing me of an abuse of power. So, what happened will remain between us. It’s just better that way.”
I nod, understanding yet frustrated by the response. “Okay. I suppose that's the best way to go about it, because if Sierra says anything else to me, I may just have to slap the shit out of her, and that would be bad for my career progression.”
Against his will, Rome smiles. “Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?”
“It depends on what you're talking about. I'd want to slap her. I would not want to ruin my career.”
His smile lingers, turning my insides to jelly. “You're a mess. I love your sense of humor.”
“Good, because I love forcing you to smile when it’s so clear that you don't want to. What’s that about?”
He shrugs, unable to stop the smile now that it has been pointed out. “I don't know. I don't think about it as much as it might seem. I've been through a lot, and I guess the result is that I just don't smile much.”
“Well, you should because it’s glorious. And I don't mean that in an “we just had sex so I like your face,” kind of way. Even before last night I knew I wanted to see your smile, and once you let me I was floored. It’s a beautiful thing, Rome. You shouldn't hide it.”
The way he looks at me makes me feel like I just leaped from a plane. My stomach plunges into my feet and I can barely think. God, I wish I knew what was going on behind those eyes, and I'm tired of wondering.
“Tell me what you're thinking,” I demand.
Rome swallows hard before sitting up straight. “I'm thinking that you're too perfect,” he says. “I enjoyed your company too much last night, both at the restaurant and here, and talking to you now feels just as good. You're easy to converse with, and somehow you manage to make me smile. To be completely honest, it scares me. You're too beautiful to have such an infectious personality.”
I swallow so hard I feel like I've just downed a golf ball. It’s incredible that we've gone from work associates simply maneuvering around each other at Sandcastle to two people who can't stop staring at one another. He was attractive before, but now he’s breathtaking. He was always sexy. Now he’s mouthwatering. Before, he was just the new CMO of my place of employment, now just looking at him and hearing the sound of his voice fills me with lust. Everything is so different now, all of it changing in such a short amount of time. I'm still spinning from the change up, lost in the rough seas of my emotions and unable to get a sense of direction, because no matter where I look, he is all I see. I don't know what the hell is happening.
I shake my head as we gaze at each other and the temperature in the room ascends.
“You mentioned making it to work on time,” I say. “If that’s your intention, then you better stop staring at me like that.”
Rome exhales before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “You think you can tell me what to do?”
I smile. “I don't know. Maybe.”
“Tisk, tisk, Nia,” he replies, shaking his head with an enticing look in his eyes. “I thought we established that I was in charge.”
A shiver runs down my spine thinking about the scene in the office. “Mm. Yes, we did.”
“Do I need to remind you again?”
I shrug with a wry smirk. “Maybe.”
A devilish smile takes over Rome’s luscious mouth. “Fine. Let’s see if you remember how to be a good girl for me. Now, take off those pants.”
The baritone in his voice makes me quiver as he stares at me. I couldn't turn him down if I tried, and the fact that everything we did last night is so fresh in my memory makes my body react all on its own. It remembers how it feels to have Rome inside me, and it responds without my conscious effort. As I bite my lip and lift my butt off the couch to push my pants down, wetness glistens on the fabric. How am I already this wet for him?
I toss my pants to the side and sit back down while Rome leans back in his seat. He drinks me in, looking at me from head to toe as if inspecting his personal property, but he doesn't let his excitement control him. He’s even-keeled as his gaze falls to my wet pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “I want you to see how wet you are.”
Oh my fucking god. If I was only a little wet before, that command is sure to open the floodgates. Slowly, I reach down and do as I'm told. I make circles on my clit with my index and middle fingers, the sight of him watching me shooting spikes up my body. Rome sits there without moving, his eyes trained on me. He doesn't reach down and stroke himself. He doesn't lick his lips in an effort to increase his own sexiness. He just watches, as still as a statue, showcasing a masterclass in how a Dom is supposed to be patient and impeccably in control of themselves. He’s perfect in his execution, and it makes me that much wetter just knowing that he is what I have been in search of for so long. This is what my friends and I have been toasting to. I have searched high and low, chasing down rainbows, and I have now found my pot of gold.
Rome watches me for two minutes before he moves a single muscle. His only change is when his eyes shift from my face to my pussy, like he finds pleasure in looking at both. By the time I watch him stand up, I’m a soaking wet mess for him, craving his touch in whatever way he decides to give it to me. He has made me need him without lifting a hand.
I keep my fingers precisely where Rome told them to be, teasing my clit further as he begins taking slow, monotonous steps toward me. He pins me to the couch with his gaze, and I find added excitement in the thrill of not knowing what he’s going to do when he reaches me. I wait patiently, fingers pressed against my clit, as Rome reaches his destination and takes his time lowering himself to his knees. While I keep rubbing myself, he places a hand on each of my thighs, caressing them gently and sliding them up inch by inch. I suck in a breath when he squeezes, his gaze focused solely on my swirling fingers. Then he dives in, pushing my hand to the side and replacing my fingers with his tongue. The oxygen in my lungs is vacuumed out in a rush, my eyes widening from the sudden unreal sensation.
“Oh my god,” I exclaim before slamming my hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the volume of my reaction.
I try to hold it all in as Rome licks and sucks my clit with absolute perfection, but the moans force their way out, seeping between my fingers like I'm trying to hold water in my grasp. All I can do is throw my head back and let the sensation wash over me like the waves on a beach. Rome slides two fingers inside of me, curls them upward at the perfect depth and angle, and fingers me while he tongues my clit over and over again. I am undone as both of my hands wrap around the back of his head and hold on for dear life while he eats me like a starved monster. Time stops, the rest of the world disintegrates, and my body stiffens as the final tidal wave approaches. It rushes forward, a missile speeding toward its target and ready to detonate before I can stop it.
“Sir … fuck,” I stammer, trying to get it out, but Rome cuts me off.
“Don't ask,” he says. “Just give it to me, baby girl.”
I don't even attempt to say another word. His permission, mixed with the pet name and the overwhelming feeling of his tongue and fingers, sends me careening over the edge of the world’s steepest cliff. I fall head-first into a blizzard as my vision turns white from how hard I squeeze my eyes shut. Every inch of my skin prickles before igniting into a thousand suns as I collapse in on myself. I am wrecked beyond repair, the G-spot orgasm ripping me limb from limb and lighting the wick to an infinite set of emotions. I feel happiness, sadness, anger, and bliss all at the same time before everything finally begins to fade away. The fire is slowly put out and I regain control of my emotions as Rome releases me, watching as I crawl my way back to the land of the living and gasp for air.
When it’s finally over, my muscles relax and my limbs go limp. I lean back on the couch with my legs dangling off, unable to lift myself up to get comfortable. I just lay there, breathing hard with tears in the corner of my eyes from the devastation Rome just layed on me. I remain in a vegetable-like state, immoble as I watch him stand up and straighten out his shirt. He smiles down on me, clearly proud of himself as he steps forward and crouches so that we’re face to face.
“Pull yourself together, baby girl,” he says with a devilish grin. “Otherwise you’ll be late for work. I have to drive back to my place so I can get cleaned up, so I guess I’ll get there after you.” With no warning, he reaches between my legs and slides his finger up my pussy, collecting my wetness on his fingertip before sucking it into his mouth. “But a taste like that is totally worth being late for.”
Rome leans forward and kisses me on the forehead before standing up straight, turning on his heel, and walking out of the door. I stay on the couch, still panting as feelings of satisfaction, exhaustion, and confusion wrap their arms around me.
He is so incredible, and my body has never experienced the level of pleasure that he has given me over the last few hours. But I still don't have the answer to the question I woke up with this morning. It may be harder to focus on it now that I have been shattered into a million pieces, but it’s still there, watching me from within the fog like a stalker.
What now?