14. Romeo
Chapter fourteen
Romeo
Astoria
Days Later
Tonight we’re going dancing, but not to the same club where I saw Dr. Michaelson. Fernando wants to treat the both of us to a new, fancier, more exclusive place. Ever since I nearly had a breakdown, Mindy has been trying to pair me with everyone and I promised her I’d try to be more open. Because of that bold promise, Mindy forces me to put on one of her short black dresses, despite my tits almost bursting out of it and shrinking the length by at least two inches. I feel so uncomfortable and naked.
The new club has several floors and rooms to it, each with a different theme and music. Every time we enter a new room, my eyes widen at the decor. Of course, I stay in the jam-packed Spanish music room. I’m determined to forget everything, loosen up, and finally have fun again. After two tequila shots, my hips are extra loose and ready to move. Fernando and Mindy end up dancing on one side of the floor while the guys don’t let me even have five seconds to breathe in between songs. I’m so lost in the dancing that I don’t notice the hours passing. A slow song finally comes on.
“Thank God,” I chuckle.
The guy dancing with me has olive skin, and black hair and eyes. He’s very attractive, dressed all in black, and the music definitely helps me like what I’m seeing and being held by.
“What did you say?” he attempts to yell above the music.
“I said thank God a slow song came on,” I chuckle again, and he smiles at me.
“You’re cute,” he compliments with a sexy smile.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. What’s your name?”
“Astoria. What’s yours?”
“Romeo.”
The giggle bursts out of me. “Are you serious?”
He nods and smiles at how I’m laughing because I’m very drunk.
“Nice to meet you, Romeo. I’m sorry. The alcohol is making me extra silly.”
“It’s okay. I like it.” He gathers me closer into his arms, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck.
I can feel his hard dick up against me and look up at him. He kisses me. It’s a gentle kiss, something I haven’t had in too long, maybe never. He breaks it, leaving me open-mouthed while he stares down at me like he wants to consume me. I close my mouth and a whimper comes out of me. A memory of Julian when I unmasked him flashes through my mind and I wince with my eyes shut tight, trying to push it away.
“You okay?”
His gaze, full of concern, is like a balm to all the emotional scars I’ve collected on my whoring journey. I nod then place my cheek against his shoulder while we slow dance. It’s one of those songs that stabs my heart, one that makes me wish I already had someone who would love me, keep me safe, and tell me it’s okay to be fucked up. He grabs my ass and I moan. That would be a cringe moment with any other guy, but not with him, not right now. I’m melting for this guy even though I don’t know him, but all is fair when you’re horny and dancing to Spanish music. I mean… every Latina has had a weak moment like this. Statistics would warn me that the probability of him being a jerk are high. I’m dying to be held, to be touched, and his gentleness is not helping me be a good girl at all.
When the song ends, I scan the room for Mindy and find her smiling at us. A guy approaches me for the next song, but Romeo takes my hand and says, “No. She's with me.”
We dance to three more songs. Dancing with Romeo is a new level, the way he guides me, firm but gentle, the way he holds me, as if he thought my waist the tiniest ever, the way he looks at me, like he’s begging me to let him fuck me. The kisses in between the songs deepen and lengthen.By the end of the third song, there’s nothing I want more. I know sweat isn’t the only reason my panties are drenched. After a long staring contest, he whispers into my ear, “I want you.”
“I want you too.” My gaze drops from his eyes to his delicious, thick bottom lip.
“My place or yours?” he asks.
“Mine? But you have to promise you won’t hurt me.”
He wrinkles his eyebrows, confused by my plea, while I bite my bottom lip.
“Please. I c-can’t take–”
“I don’t like hurting women. And if you never want to see me again, you won’t.”
“Then I’d be honored to be fucked by you.”
“Then let’s take you home.”
He turns with his hand holding mine, guides me through the crowd and the two rooms we have to pass to arrive at the exit. My ears ring when we walk out, but the chilly breeze feels so good. Romeo drives like a bat out of hell to my place and we’re there in half the time that it would usually take. At the door, as I insert the key, I remember I have no furniture, just a mattress in my bedroom, because I’ve been spending all my money on kitchenware.
“I just moved. I don’t have any furniture.”
“We don’t need furniture.” We smile at each other and as soon as I open the door, his arms wrap around me and his lips devour mine. The way they overwhelm me, as if he could consume me in a kiss, draws my whimper. He lowers the straps to my short black dress, then my black bra, unhooks it from the back and I gasp loudly, raise myself on my tippy toes as he sucks on my breast.
“Fuck yes!” I exclaim.
It’s the same one Julian always sucked on. The memory runs through my mind and sends breath-stealing currents through me.
“Fuck.” I push the dress and my underwear to the floor.
“God, you really want it, baby, don’t you?”
“Can you please call me anything else but that? Sorry.”
“No problem.” In between kissing, he asks, “Anything else you don’t want?”
“Don’t put your dick in my ass.” That’s when he stops kissing me and stares at me with widened eyes while cupping my face. He studies my expression. “Please?” I beg.
“Jesus. What the fuck did he do to you?”
“Don’t ruin the mood.” I get on my knees, unbuckle his belt, and yank on his pants and underwear. I suck his dick like my life depends on it. This time it’s my choice. I’m not being forced to do anything. His dick is too long for my mouth, but I do my best to go deep. When I look up at him, he’s naked. I caress the six-pack on him. So fucking sexy. I let his dick slip out of my mouth.
“Romeo?”
“Yes, bella ?” Bella means beautiful in Spanish. I’ll take it. My pussy aches from the gentleness in his tone and him cupping my left cheek.
“Will you please fuck my mouth?” I ask while looking up at him, with the tone of a young girl who has been starving to suck dick. It’s all a show. Sucking dick is not my favorite part of sex, especially after Julian, but I know men love it. I want this guy to like me enough to never let me go unlike Dr. Michaelson, and to never hurt me unlike Julian.
“Uggh. I thought you’d never ask.” I mirror his smile. “Do me a favor, though,” he requests.
“What?”
“Don’t stop looking up at me while I fuck that beautiful mouth, okay?” His thumb caresses my lips.
Mission accomplished. He gently places it in my mouth, then rocks his hips, penetrating me while I lean back on the wall and hold on to his legs. His thrusting quickens the more I suck, getting deeper. One of his arms leans on the wall behind me while the other holds my head as he rams into me. Moans and whimpers roll out of me as his neck arches back. He's panting, and his chest is rising and dipping fast. I love it when they do that, when they look and sound helpless. I want him to enjoy it, to remember this as the best blow job ever.
“Fuck, bella, you didn’t tell me how good you are at sucking dick.”
He closes his eyes and bites all of his thick bottom lip, losing himself in the pleasure, grunting more and more as my moans become muffled screams. My fingers dig into his inner thighs when his cock hits the back of my throat and the memory of Julian doing the same attacks me, but I will not let him ruin this. Instead, I flick my clit with one hand, while holding on to Romeo with the other.
“Fuck, bella, I can’t stop. You feel too good.”
My whimpers follow each thrust. At this point he’s fucking my mouth so hard, I’m gagging with saliva running down my jaw. I keep telling myself it’s okay because I’m letting him use me for his pleasure. It’s what I wanted.
I can feel him pull away, so I follow. He looks down at me.
“Stop, you’re gonna make me come.” I don’t listen to him and defeat his resistance. “Fu–ck.”
Within seconds, his come overfills my mouth. I try to pull away, to avoid it, but he holds me in place. When he looks down and sees the state of me, he asks, “Fuck. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
I nod and try my best to hide my disgust.
“I wish I could take a picture of you like this,” he says.
I swallow and wipe my face with my arm. “Please don’t.”
“That was so good,” he compliments. I can see the genuine happiness and satisfaction on him.
“I want more.”
He chuckles. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Not expecting it, I scream when he picks me up in his arms.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Straight down the hall, to the right.”
He places me on my mattress. His mouth takes all of my pussy and I scream at how fast his tongue flicks me and how good his full lips suck me.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Romeo. Don’t stop. Please. Fuck.” I’m holding his head down as if I'm keeping him from escaping while widening my legs as much as possible. The ache builds faster than his soothing tongue, and I raise my ass to feel more while screaming.
“It feels so good, Papi. Please don’t stop.” What the hell was that? I guess my Spanish comes out when I’m having actual fun. My insides tighten. “Oh, my God. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t and I explode so hard my words fuse into sobbing. I’m still convulsing when Romeo crawls up my body, takes my breast in his mouth and places his dick inside me in one slam. My scream bounces off the walls because the room is too empty.
“Shh. Mami, keep it down or your neighbors are gonna call the cops on me.”
We chuckle, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. I have to muffle my screams on his shoulder as his pace quickens.
“Romeo, you feel so fucking good.”
He slips out. “Turn around.”
I turn and raise myself on my hands and knees. “Put it in, Papi.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he cusses after slamming himself inside me.
His dick slipping in and out of my pussy while expanding it feels amazing but after a while, somehow, I can tell I’m not going to come again, so I just stay there taking him. Sometimes he gets so aggressive I wince.
“What’s the matter bella , you’re not going to come?” His dick stiffens more and more. I can tell he’s close to finishing.
I don’t answer, scared, because every time I couldn’t come, Julian would go berserk.
No, don’t think of him. I tell myself.
“I know what you need.”
His arm wraps under my waist and with his dick still inside me, his breath on my back, suddenly I feel his thumb slip into my ass. I squeal and I’m about to bolt, but he has me trapped.
“Romeo–” I cry.
“It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just feel it, Mami .”
I whimper and break down, tears trailing fast from my eyes.
“Shh… It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
While his dick engorges, his thumb slips in and out, and I melt.
“That’s it.” It’s the rubbing of his thumb against my rim and filling me that drives me into pure euphoria. “You like it, bella. You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please don’t stop.”
He stops. “Oh, you’ll have to do better than that. Tell me what you want.”
Panting, I whine and beg, “Please, finger my asshole.”
“Good girl.”
He fucks me but doesn’t stop fingering me. I touch myself while screaming. When his thrusts increase in speed and aggressiveness, I end up falling forward and flat on my belly, but we both continue. Sometimes I fuck him back and he compliments me on it.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Just like that. You’re such a good fuck.”
Then the memory hits me, how Julian stopped fucking me just like this and then placed the tip of his dick in my asshole. There is a mix of horror in me but also it pushes me to come. I climax so hard that I scream into the mattress. My insides spasm on him and he continues until he, too, is coming.The back of my throat hurts from screaming. Slowly, Romeo collapses on top of me as we both try to catch our breaths.
“Fuck,” he cusses and rolls next to me. His palm flattens on my butt cheek, caressing it. “Are you okay?”
I nod and moan yes, but I’m not looking at him. I’m too busy staring at my empty walls wondering how is it possible that I came when I was remembering one of the worst moments of my life with the worst monster I’ve ever met.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
I turn to face him and lie on my side. He cups my cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay? I only did it because some girls need more to get there, gorgeous, and it’s okay if that’s the case for you. You know that, right?”
I can’t form words because if I do, if he doesn’t shut the fuck up, I swear I’ll cry. So I kiss him to silence him. Then I fall asleep in his warm arms. I know that he’ll be out of here before sunrise, but I allow myself to soak up the satisfaction and the fantasy that he’s mine.
For the first time, I feel safe.
I wake up to Romeo getting dressed beside the mattress.
“Running away?” I ask.
“Actually, I added my number to your phone so that when I text you later, you’ll know it’s me and not some creep.”
I can’t contain the relief, or the shock. “Really?” My eyes widen and he chuckles.
“Yes, really.”
“I have to go to work. But maybe dinner next Saturday?”
I nod. “I would love that.”
“I’m gonna call you tomorrow night because I have an all-day shift, okay? So don’t freak out.”
I chuckle. “How did you know I would freak out?”
“This ain’t my first Latina rodeo, Mami.”
I giggle. He crawls to me and kisses me. “See you soon.”
“Bye.”
I doze off, then wake up to the vibration of my phone.
Romeo: Have you gotten up yet or did I drain you?
I giggle and decide he’s right. I should get up. Then I see all of Mindy’s texts.
Mindy: Hey… So how did it go? I’m so excited. I’ve never seen you do something like this, Astoria! What would your mom say? LOL. Just kidding. Wanna go for brunch? I have some news too.
Astoria: What’s the news?
Mindy: Nah-uh. First, tell me how it went over brunch, bitch.
I laugh and kick my legs on the bed, happy that I finally have my date story to tell her.
Astoria: Fine. Come pick me up.
Mindy: Be there in ten!
Astoria: Oh shit.
I run to shower and get ready. By the time Mindy is pounding on my door, my hair is still dripping water all over the place and I’m not even dressed. I have to open the door with a towel wrapped around my waist. Mindy laughs.
“Hi,” I greet and can’t hold back my smile.
“Well, look at little-miss-one-night-stand over here. Good morning.”
We both laugh. “It wasn’t a one-night stand,” I yell from my room as I slip into a white t-shirt and sky-blue jean shorts.
“What do you mean it wasn’t a one-night stand?” Mindy is at the doorway to the bathroom, watching me brush out the knots from my hair.
“I mean, he already texted me and we’re having some sort of date on Saturday.”
Mindy squeals so loud and for so long that I drop the hairbrush and cover my ears.
“Woman! Are you out of your mind? I’m deaf.”
She giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s just–it’s been miserable watching you go through what you went through while me and Fernando are so happy.”
“What I went through?”How much does she know?
All her happiness melts away. “Astoria. Listen.” She takes both my hands in hers. “I know you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t have to. But… I think after the way you behaved and after all the night terrors. I think I know what that guy Julian did to you."
"Mindy–"
"You don’t have to say a word, but… I’m here. Okay?”My eyes fill with tears, and I swallow. “I’m just glad that you’re ing to move on. I mean, you’re fucking glowing today,” she says.
I smile and wipe the tears. “Thank you. So, what’s the news?”
“Um.” She shows me her hand and my eyes widen at the diamond ring I see. My mouth drops open.
“Mindy Estacios, what is that thing doing on your finger?”
“He proposed, and I said yes.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“Mindy! It’s been four months!”
“It feels right.” She shrugs again.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
“Eeeeeee.” Now I’m the one squealing.
“Oh, yeah." She winces. "Never do that again.”
“I love Fernando for you. You guys are so cute and sweet. One-hundred percent good husband vibes.”
“Good, because he likes you too, and I didn’t really want to choose between a good dick and my best friend.”
We laugh. “I’d never force you give up a good dick. I know how grouchy you get when you don’t get some. Come here.” I open my arms to her and we hug, then go to brunch at the cafe a few blocks away.
During the entire meal, Romeo keeps sending me brief texts here and there that me giggle.
Astoria: Where do you work?
Romeo: I run the warehouse for my uncle’s company. It’s across town from you.
Astoria: Oh, okay.
Romeo: Disappointed I’m not some billionaire?
Astoria: No.
Romeo: What about you? What do you do?
Astoria: I work in accounting.
Romeo: Ahh. My Mamacita has the math smarts? Nice. Kiss. I have to go.
“Hey!” Mindy yells and I jump. “Pay attention, miss!”
I giggle. “Sorry. He’s just so cute.”
“Mm-hmm. And how was the dick?”
“Perfect! I mean, he was so nice about it.”
“Did you–” Instead of finishing the sentence, she nods and wiggles her eyebrows with a mischievous smile, then drags her teeth on her lower lip.
“Several times.”
“Finally!” Mindy raises her hand and we high five, laughing.
“Hey, will you come with me to buy some furniture? I’ve actually saved up enough money to get something.”
“Yes, of course,” Mindy answers.
It’s almost dinnertime by the time Mindy parks in front of my house and I get everything out of her trunk.
“Sorry, I have to go. Fernando and I already had–”
“Are you kidding? You spent the whole day with me.” I chuckle. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I swear.”
“Next Saturday? Brunch?”
I nod. “Absolutely.” We hug and I watch her until she gets into her car and slams the door.
Inside, I put my last frozen meal in the microwave while I arrange my first coffee table, lamp, loveseat and plant in the living room. The loveseat is wide enough to fit two cuddling people, and long enough to work as a bed for a sleepover. It’s nothing to most people, but a lot to me. My furniture, bought with my own money in a place I’m paying for without Mom or any other drama. I'm staring at the lampshade, lost in thought when the loud beep from the microwave startles me. I let out a deep breath and shake my head. When will that stop happening? I grab the used laptop I bought to replace the one he obviously hacked, and start watching a movie while eating lasagna.