Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chrissy
R ome motherfucking Carter.
He’s making me reckless. Don’t get me wrong; I know the kind of girl I am. I crave adventure and mischief, but this is new, even for me.
His hands are trailing over my bare stomach, inching downward as he kisses and licks my neck. Behind a vacant tent, I’m trembling beneath his touch as he curls his hands in my hair, urging me closer.
“Wait,” I say between our hungry kisses.
“What’s wrong?” He’s in a daze of desire. I’m the only one capable of rational thinking—barely.
“We need structure.”
“What?” He laughs.
“Just trust me.” I tug on his hand before he can pull me under his spell.
He brushes his fingers against my skin as he pushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck.
“Rome,” I threaten before my mouth drops open.
“Hurry, woman. I need you.”
I increase my pace and aim toward a shed that’s closed off. We ignore the Employees Only sign and stumble inside. Rome pushes me against the door, not giving two shits that we may or may not be alone right now.
“Slow down.” I place my hand on his chest and fumble for my phone.
As soon as I turn on the flashlight, I jolt and drop my phone. “Fuck!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Rome asks while picking up my phone and spinning around.
A bunch of beady-eyed stuffed animals stare back at us. Some are missing heads; others have stuffing falling out of their stomachs. They’re piled high, toppling over one another.
“Well, this is interesting,” he states.
“And terrifying. Turn the light back off.” I take the phone away from Rome and turn the light off. “That’s better.” I crash my lips against his, pressing my body against him.
Rome takes a deep breath through his nose as he parts my lips with his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue dancing around mine.
My hands dip down his body until I reach the waistband of his shorts. “You want to see me on my knees, right?”
“I do, but I can’t see you too well.”
I continue to travel my hand down, and when I reach my goal, Rome grunts.
Leaning into his ear, I nibble on his earlobe and whisper, “Light on me and only me. I want you to watch me suck your cock.”
I can’t make out his expression in the dark, so I drop to my knees and start to untie his shorts. My fingers work the knot loose, but before I tug his shorts down, I take a moment to gather myself.
I’m not sure I can please him like he’s hoping I can. I’ve given blow jobs before, but I worry he won’t enjoy it. What if I’m terrible at it and no one ever told me before? Rome is special, and I want him to know that, to feel that.
With a sharp intake of air, I pull his shorts down. Already, his length is bulging against his black boxer briefs.
“Completely off or?—”
“All the way,” he interrupts.
“Okay,” I mumble under my breath.
I work his boxers over his form. When I get them over his thighs, they gather in his shorts, and I hold back a huff through my pursed lips. The flashlight turns on and dims. With as much confidence as I can summon, I look up at him as I start at the base of his shaft, kissing his cock to the tip.
“So fucking pretty.” His voice drops. “Keep going.”
I wrap my lips around the tip, kissing and teasing it with my tongue. With a satisfied hum, I repeat this motion until my body relaxes. Looking up at Rome, seeing his head resting against the wall and his flushed cheeks, I begin to doubt that anything I do could dissatisfy him, but let’s test the water—for my own curiosity.
I take his cock in my right hand and slowly take him in my mouth. With each inch, I pull back and suck, and I’m pleased as his expression tenses. With a few more motions like this, I find my stopping point, which is less than his entire length. If I push myself, I can take more, but I know I’ll gag.
I time my strokes with my mouth, and because I know he enjoys my tongue, I use it to my advantage. A moan leaves my mouth and vibrates against him.
Looking down at me, he uses his free hand and balls my curls in his fist.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”
He tightens his grip and arches his hips, forcing more of his length down my throat. When I choke, I drench his cock, and he chuckles deeply.
I keep stroking him while I pull back, making sure not to leave an inch of him untouched by my hand.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I smile and nod while maintaining eye contact. “I’m fine; I just need a moment.”
“Okay . . . fuck , that’s good.”
I move back to kiss the side of his length. “Let me know if you don’t like this, okay?”
Before he can respond, I lick his balls before placing one in my mouth and sucking gently.
“Oh, shit!” He quivers, and I increase the pace of my strokes. “Just like that.” His voice grows louder, and my core tightens at his praise. “Let me see your eyes.”
Looking up, I change sides and take his other ball in my mouth, sucking with the same pressure.
With a series of grunts and incoherent curses from Rome, I shift my position and take his cock in my mouth again, taking as much of his length as possible.
“You’re going to make me come, Wildflower. Is that what you want?”
I hum against his erection, and the rumble makes him smirk.
“That’s my girl.” Using the fist tangled in my hair, he encourages me to take more.
I take another half inch before I gag, but that doesn’t stop me.
“Love, you can stop.”
But I don’t. I work my head farther and hasten my movement. My eyes water, and my knees begin to ache from the rough hardwood floor.
Rome’s muscles tense under me, and his face contorts as his mouth drops open. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Yes, yes, fuck!”
With a deep and dark murmur, he comes in my mouth. His cock pulses against my tongue. He tastes salty with a hint of sweat; it doesn’t stop me from swallowing and licking his tip before collapsing onto my butt.
“Shit,” I mutter while working on catching my breath.
Sweat covers every inch of my body. The air is thick in the shed, and the heat from the flashlight is no help.
“Can you turn that off now? I don’t want to be reminded of our audience.”
“Oh, yeah.” Rome snickers and turns off the light.
He fixes himself as I stand back up. Our eyes meet at the same time, and even in the dark, I can see his loving gaze and smile.
“You, my love,” he says while reaching for me, “are too good.”
I giggle and rest my head over his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. “A plus?” I ask with a hint of playfulness.
“Off the charts. My life has been changed for the better. Everything before you was in black and white. With you, I can see color. Vibrant, beautiful, stunning, absolutely breathtaking.”
“Wow, if I knew one blow job would change your life, I might have offered one sooner,” I giggle, but his expression stays soft and loving.
“You are what’s changing my life. You . Nothing else.”
My features soften, and I release a small breath. “I adore you. Every inch, every hair, every glance. You’re everything I hoped you would be and more.”
He runs his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Let’s get out of here and get you some water and food.”
“Shall I text the others?” I ask as Rome opens the door.
“Hmm, probably for the best. We don’t want Max to file a missing children report.”
The sun has set when we step back outside. I link my arm through Rome’s, letting him guide the way to the nearest food stand.
Y’all shouldn’t have left the two blondes behind. Rome and I got lost. Meet us at the Ferris wheel.
Zack: They’re alive! Max, you don’t have to go to security!
Max: And this is why I don’t have kids!
I lean against Rome as we get in line, and I get a separate message from Gwen.
I got you a snow cone. Something tells me you need it ;)