Chapter Ten
Rome
“T his shit is so fucking good,” Janelle moans, her cadence thrown off by the smacking of my hips against her ass. She sucks in a breath, exhaling harshly.
We’ve been going nonstop since she showed up at my door late last night. We’d only gone one day without me being inside of her, and it was enough to have us ravenous for each other when we finally reconnected.
We got up, brushed our teeth, and showered with the intention of starting our day but somehow, we ended up back in this bed with her face down, ass up.
“I should punish you for trying to keep this good pussy away from me, J.”
Her walls grip me tight at that declaration, pulling a groan from the depths of my stomach. This woman is a damn succubus.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, punish me, Rome. I deserve it.”
I push her down, forcing the arch in her back to deepen so far that her face sinks into the mattress.
I grab her leg and hike it up to meet my waist, plunging deeper into her pussy.
She lets out a string of words that sound more like gibberish as I pound into her.
I grip a handful of her ass, kneading it firmly, but when she surges her hips forward, trying to run from me, I let go of her ass to pin her back in place.
“Nah, don’t run. You wanted this, J. You deserve it, right?” Another slew of gibberish. I fold my body over hers to trail kisses down her spine. “You like how I punish you, J?”
“Yessss,” she screams.
“You gonna keep this pussy from me again?”
“Noooo,” she moans, her mouth full of bedsheets.
“This mine, J?” I ask, lifting her leg higher.
“Yes!”
“Say that shit.” She whimpers in response, yanking on the sheets with a death grip. “I can’t let you come ’ til you give me the words, baby.”
She plants her palms on the bed and using her wobbly arms, she lifts her head up. “It’s yours, Rome. All yours.”
Her words wash over me, giving me the strength of a thousand soldiers.
With a sinister smile on my face, I lower her leg and reach my hand around to rub her clit.
Her clit hardens under my touch and her breathing accelerates with her impending orgasm.
Soon, I feel the familiar sensation of her milking me completely as she shouts my name.
“You think you’ve been punished enough, J?”
“Mmm, yes,” she groans, completely out of breath.
I shake my head, tightening my grip on her before I lower myself onto my side on the bed. I never break our connection; I simply lift her leg on top of mine so I can keep stroking her deeply. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Rome,” she cries.
“Yeah, keep saying that shit. I love how you say my name, J.”
“Rome, you fucking demon, ooh fuck. ” Her voice runs out of steam as I stroke her into oblivion.
“You always talking all that good shit, J.” I run my hands along her stomach, up to cup her breasts. I’ll never get tired of the way her body feels. The way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, the soft feel of her stomach, the smooth expanse of her thighs.
I can’t walk away from this woman.
I hear her swallow a gulp of air as she steadies herself to start throwing her ass back at me. “Because I can back it up.”
“Oh yeah? Come on this dick then. Since you can back it up.”
She throws her arm out to catch herself when I meet her thrust. She sucks in a breath and lets it out to say, “You know the rules, Rome. Make me.”
“Bet.”
With that, I push her leg off me and straddle her hips to plow into her. Any other words she has to say die in her throat, melting into nothing more than whimpers.
It doesn’t take long for her to clench around me again and the euphoric feeling of her release coats me. I follow her over the edge, emptying inside of her.
She stretches her leg out, groaning as I turn her over and pull her to my side.
“Remember when I said there were more humane ways to kill me? That was one of them. ” She yawns.
I chuckle, moving one of her braids out of her face. “I’ll remember that going forward.” I expect her to recoil at any mention of the future but she’s so languid in my arms right now, I don’t even know if she heard me.
“Why did we even bother showering? I’m sweaty all over again.”
“I’m pretty sure you mauled me so it’s your own fault,” I taunt.
“I mauled you? If that’s true, then I was just trying to get back at you, Caveman. I will send you the bill for my damn chain and my dress.” She points her finger at my face as she scolds me.
When she showed up at my door, looking like a vixen in that skintight dress with the silver thigh chain peeking out from under it, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. I may have busted the zipper of her dress in my hurry, and I may have torn the chain straight off her leg.
I wrap my hand around her finger and kiss the tip of it. “I’ll buy you all the dresses and thigh chains you want.”
“Mhm, you think I’m playing. I get all my chains and beads custom made by a woman who makes them for the thickies of the world and she only sells them in sets.”
She tries to appear menacing but, honestly, she’s never looked cuter. I resist telling her that though because telling her she looks cute when she’s mad will no doubt transform her into full-on terrifying.
“What’s her info? I’ll buy her whole inventory right now.” I grab my phone prepared to look her up, but Janelle pushes my hand down.
“You do know that buying me a whole new collection of body jewelry doesn’t give you the right to continuously rip them off me, right?”
“Debatable.”
“Rome!” She playfully slaps my arm.
“Listen, you need to own your part here,” I laugh. “I was prepared to be on my Olivia Pope ‘you want me, earn me’ shit after you played games at the cenote, but you showed up looking too damn tempting.”
She buries her head into my chest, giggling. “Now I’m wishing I had changed into some baggy sweats or something before coming over. I would pay good money to hear you give me the ‘you want me, earn me’ speech.”
“Make no mistake, J, no matter what you wore over here it was getting ripped off. I had just planned on giving you shit first.”
“Fair. I have been a little difficult the past few days.”
“It’s all good. You came to your senses eventually.”
“Wow. So humble.”
“What do I need to be humble for? It’s a simple fact. I want to spend my vacation using every faculty on my body to bring you back-to-back toe-curling orgasms and I know you want that too. What reason do I have to deny or downplay it?”
She agrees but murmurs something about not needing to be so loud about being right, prompting a laugh out of me.
We finally pull ourselves out of the bed to get started with our day. While she takes a second shower, I wash up at the sink and come back out to change.
As I finish applying my favorite beard oil, she comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. I ask the ancestors for the willpower to not rip it away from her right now.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m not taking another shower. I’m already gonna be late because I need to go back to my room to change,” Janelle says with her back to me.
“You don’t even know what I was thinking,” I joke.
She spins around, frowning. “Mmm, I don’t? Now who’s tryna downplay shit?”
“Touché. What are you gonna be late for anyway?”
“I’m going to meet Nova.”
“Nova is the infamous Wheezie’s daughter, right?” I remember meeting her at last night’s dinner. I also remember Amerie making a show of telling her in front of everyone how she added a pink ribbon to her bouquet in Wheezie’s honor and Nova looking put off by the gesture.
“Yeah, that’s her. She’s my favorite cousin even though my cousin Mina swears that spot is hers.”
“Did I meet Cousin Mina?”
“Yeah, she was the one with the corkscrew mohawk.”
“That’s right. Okay, cool. So, what are you and Nova getting into today?” I’m spending the afternoon with Jalen, but I wouldn’t mind running into Janelle. My inability to get enough of her is just sad at this point.
“I have no idea but knowing Nova, nothing but trouble.” She smiles at me, slipping into a pair of my shorts and a T-shirt.
“See how ridiculous I look? All because you couldn’t take two seconds to unzip my dress.
” She holds her hands out at her sides, spinning around to show me how my clothes fit her.
They’re not baggy to the point where they look like she’s swimming in them but they’re far looser than she prefers.
“You could never look ridiculous.” I walk up to her, kissing her on the forehead.
“Alright, now. You done already got the drawers so you ain’t got to lie, Craig.”
I smack her on the ass. “Simple ass, weren’t you gonna be late?”
“Oooh, now he’s rushing me. I see how it is. Fine, I’m gone. Are you doing ziplining later?”
“Why? You gonna miss me?”
She puts the palm of her hand against my forehead and pushes. “Bye, Rome.”
I grab her by the waist. “I’m playing, I already know you will. Yes, I’ll be there later.”
She struggles in my hold but then gives up and leans into me. “Good, if you’re nice I’ll let you stand behind me in line so you can watch my ass when I go down the zipline.”
“Hilarious that you thought anybody but me would be standing behind you.” I can, however, think of one person who would try to take my spot.
I’ve never liked Arnold’s cousin Cortez.
He thinks far too highly of himself. He puts too much stock in the fact that he’s Marquise Hightower’s nephew.
I don’t think he’s ever even watched any of Marquise’s games, let alone picked up a football himself.
Everything he does is for clout. He lives off his parents ’ money but acts like he’s God’s gift to women.
Watching him press up on Janelle the way he did only deepened my hatred.
He hit on both Dani and Evie during the tour yesterday, and then went after all of Amerie’s friends last night at dinner.
He always circled back around to Janelle though.
“I think Cortez is in our group for the day again, though. Are you good with that?”