Chapter Three
Janelle
“O uch,” I cry out as my head hits the back of my door.
Rome and I have been a mess of limbs and tongues since the second kiss, bumping into so many surfaces as he carried me back to my room.
I knew he looked like he could handle me but having him carry me the not-so-short distance from the beach to my room without breaking a sweat or our kiss only made me more wanton for him.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” I say, sealing our lips back together. I never want this to end. I’ve never been a person who needs to do a lot of kissing during sex, but kissing Rome is different. It’s a sexual experience all on its own and I just want to drown in him.
What I don’t tell him is that I’m afraid if he stops, the doubts will creep in and be the reason I drown instead.
There shouldn’t be anything wrong with Rome and I having sex.
We’re two consenting adults. The problem is, if my family finds out about this, it won’t be that simple in their minds.
They’ll see it as a whole vengeance plan to get back at the people who “fucked me over. ” What a stupid fucking thought.
“Hey.” Rome’s voice is so commanding it stops me in my tracks. “Whatever you’re thinking about, leave it be. It’s just you and me right now. Stay with me.”
Why did I hear “ forever ” after that statement? Now, that is a stupid fucking thought.
Be in the moment, Janelle.
I need this release. I want it and more importantly, I fucking deserve it.
With that, I give him a determined nod and grab the hem of his shirt.
He lifts his chest away from me to help me get the shirt over his head.
It’s then that I realize he doesn’t have his hands on me at all.
I’m locked against my doorway with nothing but my legs wrapped around his waist and yet I’ve never felt more secure. Good God, I am a lucky woman tonight.
His eyes darken as I lift my hands up to undo the knot in my top, revealing that one, I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight, and two, my nipples are already hard.
He wastes no time bending so that he can pull my left nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
I hiss and my back flies off the door when he blows on it to soothe the bite. “Oh shit.”
Releasing the left one with a pop I catch a smirk on his face as he turns his attention to the right nipple, showing it the same exact love and care.
He secures his arms under my ass and then backs up slowly until he reaches the end of the bed and right when I think he’s going to lower us down, he turns and drops me on my back. I don’t even get a second to catch my bearings before he scoops me and pushes me up toward the headboard.
“Everything about you is so intoxicating,” he mumbles as he pulls my skirt and thong off my legs, leaving me in nothing but my waist beads. I reach for the chain to disconnect them, but his hand shoots out to stop me. “Aht aht, those stay.”
My brow raises. “You want me to leave the beads on?”
“Yes. They’ve been driving me crazy all night.
Taunting me with how they caress your skin.
” I love accessories. My belly button is pierced and I have multiple piercings in my ears.
Waist beads, thigh chains, and headpieces are never far from my wardrobe.
I make a mental note to display them more during this trip.
The fuck am I saying? This is one night. One night only.
“Taunting you, huh? I like that.”
“You like driving me crazy?” His eyes never leave mine as he rubs my foot, placing a kiss on the side that’s as warm as he has me feeling.
“You like making me desperate for you?” He kisses my ankle next.
“Making me fantasize about how you sound moaning my name?” Next, my calf.
“How you taste on my tongue?” I squirm when he kisses my inner thigh.
Fuck, I need his mouth on me right now. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on the brink of ruin.
“I do. But, if you were really desperate for me, you’d already know how I sound moaning your name,” I tease.
He chuckles and I feel his breath against my sex, so close to where I need him and yet miles away. “Nah, I’m taking my time with you, J.” He’s never called me J before. No one has, but I like the way it so easily rolled off his tongue. It makes me feel…things I shouldn’t be feeling. Not for Rome.
Chills roll up every surface of my body when his tongue breaches my center. I come alive under his attention, hungry for everything he has to give me and even more after that.
He flicks and twirls his tongue and nose all through my pussy, glazing over my clit but never staying long enough.
Motherfucker is toying with me. I run my hands over his hair, down his face and over to the spots behind his ears, massaging them firmly.
Right as I’m about to push his head farther down, he latches onto my clit and sucks the soul right out of my body.
My hands fall from his face and fist the sheets tightly, trying to keep a firm grasp on reality but it’s too late; I’m already lost in whatever universe he transported me to.
His fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me until all I can hear is the slickness of my wetness and my cries of pleasure.
“Oh my fucking God, just like that,” I cry out.
He hums his acknowledgment, sending a buzzing sensation over my pussy.
Rome doesn’t need direction; he knows exactly what he’s doing to my body, but I’m doing whatever I can to keep my soul here on this plane of existence.
I can’t afford to miss a moment of this.
I wrap my legs around his shoulders and press the heel of my feet on his back.
He rises to the challenge and adds another finger to his delicious torture and sucks my clit even harder. This man is trying to kill me.
Though he doesn’t complain, I realize I’m crushing his head between my thighs, so I drop them back down to the bed, not wanting to squeeze him to death before I get my nut.
My vision starts to blur with every pass of his tongue and I feel my body tightening. “I’m gonna come.” The words are a tick above a whisper but the moment I say them, he stops. What the fuck?
“Not without saying my name, J.” I want to be mad, but fuck if he doesn’t look like my wildest fantasy right now. If I thought his eyes were trouble before, they’re downright criminal when he’s ravenous with my arousal dripping down his chin.
It takes an exorbitant amount of energy I don’t have to lean forward so I’m closer to his face, and I know I’m going to regret the words I’m about to say but I can’t stop myself. “Make me.”
I know I fucked up the minute the devilish smirk crosses his lips. “Bet.” He dives back in and in no time at all I’m right back to where I was before he cut me off. This is some damn sorcery. I’ve never had my body used so perfectly before and I haven’t even seen his dick yet.
My legs start to shake beyond my control and my back practically levitates off the bed.
“Fuck, Rome!” I scream, using the last bit of my energy to give him what he wanted.
I feel the dam break and him lap at the juices like he can’t get enough.
He doesn’t let up, though, sucking and fucking me into complete oblivion. “Rome, please,” I moan.
He takes one final swipe to my pussy before kissing my inner thigh and sitting back on his haunches. “I was right,” he says, proudly.
“About what?”
“You are my favorite drink.”
My pussy throbs at his words. She’s already grown attached to that tongue and that’s not good. It’s a problem for tomorrow’s Janelle, though. Tonight’s Janelle plans to drain Rome dry and let him do the same to me.
“What do I taste like?”
He pulls his pants down in one swift motion revealing his beautifully carved dick. He is literal perfection. His dick should be the mold for dildos everywhere. Ignoring my lustful stare, he crawls over my sprawled out legs, hovering over my lips. “Sin. Paradise. Everything.”
“Show me.” His lips come down to mine. How is it that every kiss with him is different? The one on the beach was sweet. It was tender and unassuming but passionate at the same time. The one against the door was hungry, messy, and wild. It made my heart beat so hard, I could feel it in my toes.
This kiss? It’s possessive and consuming, threatening to swallow me whole and spit me out a completely new person.
We’ve already set the perfect rhythm with each other as if we’ve been doing this for years and not minutes.
Or has it been hours? I have no idea. This kiss digs itself deep within my bones and plants its roots in my bloodstream.
The taste of myself coating his tongue floating between us only adds more fuel to my fire.
He’s right. This is pure sin and I love every second of it.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him down so there’s no barrier between us. His dick presses into my stomach causing me to shift in hopes of feeling that friction somewhere else.
He laughs when I hook my leg over his and use that leverage to flip us so that he’s on his back. “You strong as fuck, girl.”
I giggle. Fucking giggle. Who even am I?
I may be a thick girl, but Rome easily has at least seventy to a hundred pounds on me.
We both know the only reason I was able to flip him is because he wanted me to.
“That’s right. So you better give me the dick I deserve so I don’t have to show you my strength in other ways. ”
“You really up there threatening to beat my ass if I don’t deliver good dick.”
“Are you gonna let me down?” I drill my eyes into his and he meets my intensity, though I can feel the humor radiating from him.
“No, ma’am.” He licks his lips as he says the words.