Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Chrissy
H e’s fine. He’s safe. Granted, a little red and tired, but he’s okay. Relief and a blast of cold air washed over me when I walked into the sports center. Rome’s expression twisted in both confusion and delight when he saw me.
I could have gone back to my dorm after checking on him, but I want to be with him—in all manners. So, I’m left waiting in the corridor for him while he talks to his coach. I hope he’s not in trouble. All that boy does is help his team and that douchebag of a captain. He’s the last person who deserves an ear lashing.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and text my parents in our family group chat.
I’m going to be a few minutes late, had to check on a friend.
Mom: That’s okay, honey! Dad and I are ready whenever you are.
Zack: “Friend”? ;)
Son of a bitch... I should have known better.
I haven’t told Mom or Dad about Rome yet. I planned on introducing them when they came out in August. What does this asswipe think he’s doing?
Yes, my friend. I have friends, unlike you.
Zack: I have friends!
Name one besides Gwen and Ash!
Zack: Rome Carter ;)
Am I dumb?! I totally lined him up for that comeback.
Dad: Why the winky face? Is there something you have to tell us, son?
Mom: That would explain the lack of girlfriends...
Zack: MOM! No, OMG . . .
A snort leaves my mouth as I giggle at the slew of messages flying across the screen.
Dad: Zack, it’s 2016, we’ll love you no matter what.
Zack: I’m not gay! Rome is Chrissy’s boyfriend, but he was my best friend first.
No, he’s not!
Oh, this fucking jackass. I open the chat between the two of us and pound at my phone screen.
Zackary Willows, you had no right!
Zack: They thought I was gay, I panicked!
There’s nothing wrong with being gay! You son of a bitch. Now I have to talk to them about Rome. I wanted them to meet him for the first time in August.
Zack: I’m sorry... It’s not like they don’t know already. He’s been in all of our group photos since May.
You owe me, you hear?
A text in the family group chat interrupts my so-called brother’s badgering.
Mom: Rome Carter, as in THIS Rome Carter?!
A picture follows of Rome in his football uniform with the tagline All-Star Wide Receiver of Castle Brook University.
Yes, THAT Rome Carter . . .
Kill me now.
Dad: Have I told you recently that you’re my favorite daughter?
I’m going to tell Gwen you said that.
Dad: No, don’t!
I cackle at his panicked message.
Dad: I mean to say that you’re my favorite biological daughter.
Uh-huh, sure.
Mom: When can we meet him?
In person, when you come out to visit. But you can talk to him during our video call later if you want.
Mom: Please!
I’m about to respond when I hear a shuffle of feet. I look up from my phone, and my smile fades into a sneer.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite blonde... How are you today? You’re looking ravishing.”
“Fuck off, Malik,” I bite out as I look back down at my phone.
His hand wraps around the device, and he takes it from me before I can react.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
“Sorry, haven’t you heard? You’re not supposed to look into Medusa’s eyes.” I glare at him as I reach for my phone.
“Ask nicely,” he teases.
“Fuck off.”
Malik holds my phone up in the air, like he wants me to jump for it. I’m not jumping for any man just like I refuse to smile for them.
“Fine, keep it. But my brother and his friends won’t appreciate this. Rome certainly won’t either.”
“You think I care what Rome or your brother can do to me? I’d like to see them try.” He hands me my phone back, and I wipe it off with a disgusted look.
“I could tell your professor, you know.”
“Tell her what exactly?”
“That you’re dating your mentee. I’m pretty sure it’s against the rules.”
“It’s a program, Malik. It’s not like he’s my actual patient.” I sigh in annoyance.
“Yes, but aren’t we supposed to be treating it as a real-life scenario? I could go to her now... tell her to switch you with Raina. I wanted you first, and I can still get you.” He takes a step forward, and I back away.
He doesn’t stop until my back is pressed against the lockers, and I’m seething up at him.
“Back up, now,” I hiss through my teeth.
“Make me,” he drawls with a gross smile.
Rome appears out of the corner of my eye. His jaw is tight, his fist ready. If he hits Malik, he could be benched. If I hit Malik, well, I’ll get what I’ve wanted since the moment I met him.
“I’m warning you.” I give him one last chance.
Malik smirks down at me, and he licks his lower lip. He doesn’t back away, so, per his request, I make him.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart pounding it through my body.
Raising my hand, I allow my body to take control, and I slap him across the face. My palm and fingers sting from the contact, and a red mark forms on his cheek, almost in the shape of my hand.
I shake my hand off, and he winces while stepping away from me. No one warns you about the effects of slapping someone ’cause damn, this hurts.
“What the fuck was that for?” he grunts while massaging his cheek.
“For not backing up. Next time, give people their personal space, and they won’t have to make you.”
Malik scoffs through a chuckle before looking at me, and something sinister glimmers in his dark eyes. “That was hot. Do it again.”
“Do we have a problem here?” Rome’s voice is tight, stern, giving off “fuck with her and find out” vibes.
And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t doing something to me.
“Rome, there you are,” Malik casually says, almost like he’s playing off what just happened.
Rome keeps his eyes on Malik as he swoops in beside me, placing his hand on my lower back. He looks down at me and leans toward my ear. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod. “I’m okay.”
“Were you just talking with Bradson?” Malik cuts in.
“I was, what of it?”
“I’m on my way to talk to him now. Any idea what he wants to see me about?”
“None. Now go before I give you a black eye to match that slap mark across your face.”
Malik tongues his cheek while smirking and walking away. “See you two later!”
“Fucking dick,” I mutter.
Rome pulls me into his chest, and my face presses into his pec, muffling my words as I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Can we get out of here? I’ll tell you when we get back to my place.”
Looking up at him, I nod and offer him a soft smile. “Let’s go.”
Back at his place, I’m quick to get comfortable. I kick my shoes off and plop face-first onto his bed.
Rome chuckles while he gets undressed, preparing to take a shower.
“Make sure you’re decent when you get out!” I shout as he walks into the bathroom.
“Why?” Walking backward, he arches an eyebrow and smirks.
I flip over on my side and purse my lips. “Zack may have told my parents we’re dating.”
The last guy I introduced to Mom and Dad was back in freshman year. His name was Ryan Sliverskawitz. We dated for a few months, nothing grand in the scheme of things. I thought he was nice, and he is. Mom approved, and Dad played along. They met him during a trip out to visit Gwen, Zack, and me. A few weeks later, we broke up.
I don’t introduce my parents to many of the guys I date solely because nothing ever lasts. This is different, though. Rome is different.
“They didn’t already know?”
It’s such a typical Rome answer that it makes me smile. “No, they didn’t. I... I don’t introduce them to the guys I date.”
“How come?”
Would it be rude of me to ask him to put a shirt on for this conversation? His rippling abs and mountains of muscles make it difficult to concentrate and talk without sounding like a blabbering idiot.
“Most of my relationships don’t pan out... take Miles, for example.”
Rome rests his arm on the doorway, and my heart pitter-patters all the way toward my clit.
“I don’t know what happened between you and Miles. Why did you break up, if I may ask?”
“It didn’t feel right. I felt like I was forcing myself into trying to love him. I thought we ended things amicably, but I could be wrong.”
“You and I both know love hurts. Things never end without some kind of pain. He’ll be okay, he’s Miles Summers.” Rome gives me a warm smile, and I return the gesture.
“Anyway, I told Mom you might be able to say hi, but that’s up to you.”
“I would love to. I’ll make sure I’m decent, don’t worry.”
“Thank you!” I say loud enough for him to hear me from the bathroom.
Steam billows out of the bathroom as I fiddle with my phone. If I were a good and innocent girl, I would wait patiently for him to return and call my parents, but I’m not in the right headspace, so I’ll call them tomorrow.
As quietly as I can, I tiptoe to the bathroom and work on taking my clothes off.
The water splatters on the tile in the shower. The curtain is drawn closed, and the mirror is foggy. I remove my bra and stand facing the navy blue fabric separating Rome and me. With a step forward, I put on my game face. With another step forward, I hold back the giddy giggle that threatens to leave my lips.
When I draw the curtain back, Rome’s eyes linger over my body, and his lips form a lopsided smile. “Took you long enough.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I come back later?” I tease.
Rome grabs my wrist and urges me into the shower. I stumble into his chest and giggle before he cuts me off by kissing me fiercely.
“Do I need to fuck the sass out of you?” he growls in my ear as his hand drops lower down my body.
“Possibly,” I sigh and rest my forehead on his shoulder.
“I get the feeling you enjoy it a little too much,” he chuckles.
“Fucking you?” I ask in amusement.
“No, me fucking the sass out of you.”
“You’re right.” I smirk before kissing his pec.
His hand keeps dipping, and before I know it, his finger is against my clit, unmoving. I grunt in frustration, sucking the spot above his nipple.
“Rome,” I groan. “Please.”
“So needy.” He grazes his teeth over my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
I arch my back into him, trying to get closer. His cock is hard, pressing against my lower stomach. I rest my hand over his, and he starts to circle my clit using his pointer finger. I moan and smile in bliss. The built-up desire from earlier releases into my bloodstream, leaving me dizzy and wanting.
“That’s really nice,” I mumble out of breath, and his speed increases.
“Like that?” His breath is hot against my neck, and I hum.
“Yes, just like that.”
My heart begins to pound in my chest, leaving me weak in the knees. I reach back and grasp his hard length, stroking him in time with movements.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
And I so desperately want to fuck him.
I spin around and weave my hands around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Our touch is hot, needy, full of passion and love. I’ll never get over his full lips and how they make my own tingle. His body underneath my palms makes every inch of my skin pebble. Rome makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I’ll do everything in my power to not fuck this up.
“Rome, I need you,” I plead as I suck on his lower lip. “Please, right now.”
Not wasting another moment, Rome picks me up and presses my back against the wall. He slides me down just enough to line his cock up with my entrance, and with a bit of assistance, I guide him in.
I moan and press my fingertips into his shoulder blades as he fills me with his impressive length. My walls contract around him, attempting to accommodate him. The stretching was uncomfortable the first time I took him, but now I find it addicting, and I can’t get enough.
Thankfully, I don’t plan on letting Rome go, because I don’t think I could ever go back to using condoms again. Rome is too... magnificent. I need to feel every pulse and twitch. I want to feel him and everything that he has.
My head hits the tile as I try to arch myself to accept more of his length. Rome thrusts into me, but he keeps losing his footing, and we end up laughing at our attempt at hot shower sex.
“This is better in the movies,” I snicker.
“Alright, fuck the shower. Let’s go, missy.”
I giggle when Rome turns the shower off and picks me up in his arms. On the short walk to the bedroom, we kiss and laugh intermittently.
The frigid AC shocks my body, and when my back hits the mattress, I shiver. But Rome is quick as he presses himself back into my entrance, and my body is quick to accept each and every inch.
“Fuck.” I wrap my legs around his waist.
“That’s my girl. Spread those legs for me,” Rome grunts.
His movement turns sloppy. He drives his cock into me, hitting my G-spot and leaving me a whimpering mess within seconds.
“Rome, yes, baby, right there.”
“Look at you, soaking my cock like a good girl.” He leans down and sucks on my peaked nipple.
I moan at the contact, filling the room with my song of pleasure.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that noise.” He runs his tongue over my nipple, licking and sucking as he fucks me senseless.
Fire spreads through my lower stomach, settling in the tension in my thighs and legs. I tighten my grip around him, and his balls slap against my ass, adding fuel to the fire. I grunt, and my head rolls back against the bed.
“Rome, please?—”
“Need more?”
I nod; it’s all I can do.
Grabbing my legs, he rests them on his shoulders, and he hammers into me. I scream and cry his name, the fire in my legs boils through my body, and I’m left a writhing mess.
“Motherfucker!” The tension frees itself, and my body spasms as I ride out the orgasm Rome brought me to.
I tilt my hips, grinding against his shaft to extend my euphoria.
Rome looks down, watching me work against his length. Before I can register what’s happening, Rome flips us over, and I’m on top of him, his cock still inside me.
“Ride me. Be a good girl and ride me until we both come.”
“I can’t come again.” My shoulders drop at the thought. I’m already so tired.
“You can , and you will .” Rome rests his hands on my hips, urging me to start moving.
Not wanting to disappoint, I start moving my hips, riding him like he wants. My hands rest on his lower stomach as I discover the rhythm he wants. It’s not long until his eyes are closed, his lips parted.
I lean down, press my bare chest against his, and kiss him sweetly while bouncing up and down on his length.
“Like this?” I whisper, and his grunt makes me smirk.
I go faster, hitting the spot of my own pleasure and relishing in the fact that I’m making him quiver underneath me. His hands travel up my back, but I take them in mine and pin them over his head. His eyes shoot open, and he grunts.
“You know I can free myself? You’re just a tiny thing.”
“I know, but you won’t.”
“Why won’t I—fuck.” He moans when I ride him faster.
“Because I’ll stop if you do.”
I love it when Rome takes control, but something about making him fall under my command gets me going. He could free himself from my grasp in the blink of an eye, but he won’t. For one, he respects me, so he wouldn’t do something I asked him not to. And two, he enjoys this. His expression is the only reassurance I need.
“Please don’t stop,” he moans, his voice hitching.
I glide up and down his cock while holding his hands in place.
“Fuck, I want to curl my hands in your hair so bad, fuck you until you scream again.”
I giggle against his ear before sucking on it gently. “Are you going to come for me?”
He grunts, the muscles in his thighs firming against my own. My eyes glance over his jawline, down to his neck, which is turning a glorious shade of pink.
“Will you fill my pussy?”
“Yes,” he groans, the vibration rumbling into my body.
“Good.”
I free my grasp and let him take control. He grips my hips, and I move in time with his silent order, grinding faster, bouncing harder. My own body climbs to a new state of bliss. With a loud curse, I press my chest against his again and let him ram his cock into me.
“Right there, right there. Yes, yes! Fuck, Rome!” Stars fill my vision, and my lips form a pleased smile.
With a deep groan, Rome releases himself, and I come with him. His muscles flex underneath my body. His length twitches as he fills me with his cum, a new warmth I’ve grown quite fond of.
We’re both gasping for air as I roll off his body and lie next to him, letting the AC cool me down.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, and I giggle in response.
“I second that.”
“You, my beautiful wildflower, are too much for me.”
“Me? No.” I snicker, and he smiles widely.
“You’re not all sunshine and rainbows. You... you really like getting railed.”
I punch him but end up flinching, which only makes him chuckle.
“Why can’t I ever learn?!” I call out and shake my hand off.
“Your poor hand has been through so much today.” Rome takes my hand and kisses my knuckles one by one.
“You have no idea.” I pout playfully, and he smiles.
“I really love you.”
My eyes widen, and my heart soars out of my chest.
“You what?” I whisper, not believing what I just heard.
Like he didn’t realize what he said, his eyes widen as they dart around my face.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean?—”
Placing a finger over his lips, I smile at him and look into his endless green eyes.
“I love you too, Rome Carter. I really, really do.”
His cheeks flush, and his expression softens when I return the sentiment.
Inching closer, I kiss the tip of his nose. “I won’t break your heart. It’s safe with me, I promise.”
With a subtle nod, Rome closes his eyes and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me and holding onto me for dear life. “I know, baby girl. I know.”