CHAPTER SIX
ROME
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I continued talking dirty to her, bringing her closer to the brink of her orgasm while toeing the line myself. Juliet moaned, her fingers working her clit faster as she rocked against her hand.
“You like this, Romeo?” she breathed. “You like watching me play with myself for you? Like how wet this pussy gets for you?”
“More than anything,” I rasped. “But I know you can get wetter. Rub your clit harder.”
Doing as she was told, she moved her fingers in tight circles, panting now.
“I’m close,” she whispered. “So damn close.”
“Close isn’t good enough,” I told her as I stroked my cock. “Make yourself cum for me. I want to see your fingers soaked with your juices. Show me what you plan to do to my tongue when we meet.”
“Rome,” she whispered, her head falling back, legs trembling as she worked herself harder, faster.
“I need your eyes on me, Juliet.”
She obeyed, lowering her head so I could see the Xs painted on her mask. Her body rocked as she massaged her clit. I was pumping my cock even harder now, unable to slow down, unable to make this last.
I was so fucking close to coming undone while she watched. I could tell by the way she moved her body that her pussy was good. It had to be. I wanted to fill that pussy with my cum, then pull out and watch it spill from her, soaking my sheets.
“When I get my hands on you, Juliet, I’m going to fuck you for hours.
You owe me that for the torment you’re putting me through.
I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name, until you forget your own name.
And when your pussy can’t take any more, I’m going to fuck your ass, filling it with my cum.
I want your pussy, your ass, and your mouth leaking with my cum, Juliet. ”
“Fuck, Romeo,” she moaned, her whole body tensing, thighs shaking. “I’m.... I’m about to come, lover.”
She cried out, hips rolling as her fingers flicked over her clit. Her free hand clawed at the sheets, the muscles in her legs flexing, her back arching. I pumped my cock, panting now as I watched her body move, watched the way she shuddered and gasped.
“I want to see you cum, Romeo,” she panted. “Cum with me. Show me how much you want me. Picture yourself fucking my mouth, spilling down my throat. Give it to me, lover. Give me all of that cum. I need it.”
I was too far gone to reply. It was my turn to obey her. I pumped my cock faster, headboard hitting the wall as my body bucked. I’d never jacked off this intensely. Never been this far gone as I pleasured myself.
I stared straight into the camera as I fucked my hand, wishing it was her pussy I was thrusting into. I didn’t even need lube. Precum was leaking from me, my cock crying for a taste of the woman we craved.
She was still trembling as her orgasm tore through her, breasts bouncing as her body rocked, her breathing ragged.
“Just like that, Romeo,” she moaned. “Keep thrusting like that. That’s how I want you to fuck my mouth, lover. Fuck my mouth until my tongue is raw, until my throat is sore, until my stomach is filled with your cum.”
A shudder wracked my body at her words.
“Juliet,” I groaned, my orgasm slamming into me with a force that nearly stole the oxygen from my lungs.
Cum shot up, spattering my chest, my hand, my legs, the sheets. I continued stroking myself, not caring about the mess, giving her a show. I was gasping now, body jerking, heart racing.
“Fuck, Romeo. You look so hot when you cum,” she rasped.
I still couldn’t speak yet. My body was shuddering. And I was still gripping my cock tightly, hand soaked.
“I wish I was there to lick that thang clean,” she whispered.
“I wish you were too,” I muttered, finally able to speak.
I stared at the screen, chest rising and falling rapidly. My Juliet looked so sexy lying there, spent. But I wanted her next to me. I wanted to hold her while she caught her breath. Wanted to kiss her forehead while she recovered.
I wanted her head resting against my chest so she could hear my heart beating for her. I wanted her... period. I needed this woman by my side.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I whispered.
“How much more of what?” she asked.
“These late-night video chats.”
“Are you... tired of me already?”
“The exact opposite,” I answered.
“Then why...”
“I need you,” I said, staring into the camera. “I need you, Juliet.”
“Romeo...”
“How long before I can have you?”
Silence followed my question.
“Soon,” she whispered.
She was lying. She was leading me on. Even so, I followed, too far gone to end this, even though I knew I should. My rational mind screamed that I would regret this. It yelled for me to think clearly, to see this for what it really was. But... fuck... I wasn’t ready for this dream to end.
“Okay,” was all I said, knowing she had no intention of ever making this fantasy our reality.
Unfortunately for her, once I’d set my mind on something, I would make it happen. No matter what.
“Lover,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby,” I drawled.
“The time isn’t right. And I’m... I’m not ready yet to... meet in person.”
Will you ever be ready?
I swallowed. Ready or not, I was going to find her. But that’s not what she wanted to hear right now. And I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to rush her and risk her going into hiding. I needed her to believe we were on the same page for now.
So, I pretended to go with the flow and said, “Okay, baby.”
“Will you... wait for me?”
The way she said it, I was almost convinced she was telling the truth. I was almost convinced she would one day want me in her life. But I wasn’t a fool. Juliet With Curves had no intention of ever meeting me.
“Will you, Romeo?’
I didn’t answer. For a long time, we both just lay there, staring at our screens in silence. Finally, she sat up and started toward her laptop.
“I’ll wait,” I whispered before she could log off.
She stepped back and leaned forward, her mask peering into the screen.
“Thank you, Romeo,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
I was such a fucking idiot.
“Why do you only call me baby when we video chat?” she asked.
“Because that’s the only time you’re not trying to hack into my devices and steal my data.”
Her chuckle filled the air.
“Touche,” she whispered.
“Juliet...” I started, debating whether I should say this or not.
“What is it, lover?”
I had to say it. I needed her to know.
“I will have you. One day. That’s non-negotiable. You will be mine.”
She cocked her head to the side. “I know,” she told me.
She didn’t know. She just thought she did. But I was going to show her. I wasn’t like other men. I didn’t do half measures. I wanted all of her. And I would have it. An image of my father flashed in my head.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed thoughts of him away. I would not be like him. I wouldn’t. This was different. Juliet was different. She’d stepped into my world. I hadn’t forced her into my life.
She approached me first. She flirted with me, teased me, challenged me. She claimed me first. And there would be no going back. She thought she understood what it meant to be mine. She didn’t. But I would show her what it meant. Soon.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Same time tomorrow night?”
“Actually...” she drawled. “Something has come up at work that’s going to take up a lot of my time for the next few days.”
“Need help with anything?” I asked, already knowing her answer.
“No. But thank you for asking. I’ll check in when I have time.”
This felt like she was trying to end things. Like she was trying to distance herself from me.
“Do you know how many days you’ll be offline?” Damn, I hated how desperate I sounded.
“I’m not sure. If things go well, maybe two days. If they don’t, maybe two weeks. I’ll check in if I can.”
“No more lunch challenges, huh?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“I’ll try to squeeze one in when I can, just to keep you on your toes.”
Yeah, she was trying to distance herself from me. Not happening.
“Don’t try to run from me, Juliet.”
“What are you talking about, Romeo?”
“Just remember, you entered my world. Not the other way around.”
“I know, lover. I have to go now. Goodbye, Romeo.”
Please... don’t leave. Don’t end this.
“See you later, Juliet.”
She logged off, and the video chat box disappeared. I remained where I was, staring at the screen.
“I’m a fucking idiot,” I groaned, staring up at the ceiling.
What the fuck was I doing? I was lying in bed, hand and fucking stomach covered in my cum. I was alone, missing a woman who’d ended our chat as soon as she’d gotten what she wanted.
Used. I felt used.
I’d never felt used before. A chuckle escaped me.
O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet?
Or whatever the fuck Shakespeare said. How did the tale of Romeo and Juliet end? Oh, right. Death for both lovers. That wouldn’t be our ending. Reaching over with my clean hand, I grabbed my glasses from the bed and slid them back onto my face.
The world immediately sharpened into focus. Unfortunately, so did the mess I'd made of myself. I glanced down at my stomach and groaned.
"Fucking Juliet."
The damp towel I'd set aside earlier was still on the nightstand. Grabbing it, I began wiping myself off. Halfway through, I realized it was a lost cause. There was too much cum. The thought made me smile despite myself.
Shaking my head, I gathered up both towels and headed toward the bathroom. I threw those towels into the hamper and grabbed two more before turning the water on. A few minutes later, I'd cleaned myself up and washed my hands.
I pushed away from the counter and headed back into the bedroom. I opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of black boxers. After stepping into them, I grabbed a pair of gray jogging pants and tugged those on as well.
Sleep wasn't happening tonight. My mind was all over the place right now. Two weeks. She’d said she may be unavailable for two weeks due to an issue at work. I didn’t even know what she did for a living.
I assumed it involved computers, given her penchant for hacking. But I wasn’t certain. She could be a doctor, a lawyer... a... a... hell, she could be anything. I knew absolutely nothing about the woman I was obsessed with.
Other than the fact that she was sexy as hell, and she could make me cum with just a few words. But other than that, I knew nothing about her. Yet, I was certain she knew a lot about me.
Most of it was information I’d given her. During our conversations, we talked mostly about me. I shook my head. I was a fucking idiot. Of course, we talked mostly about me, because her little ass was trying to conceal as much of her true identity as possible.
Yet, my dumb ass had been quick to tell her shit like my favorite coffee, favorite snack, and favorite pastime. And her sly ass simply agreed with whatever I said, saying shit like, “Yeah, I like that too.”
Picking my laptop up off the bed, I checked to make sure it didn’t have any cum on it, then I carried it to my office, where half-packed boxes lined the walls. There were still a few things I needed to pack up and ship home.
Setting the laptop on the desk, I lowered myself into the chair and opened it. The screen glowed to life. For a moment, I simply stared at it. I didn’t even know where to begin. I guess I could start with what I did know about my mystery woman.
Juliet knew my name, how I looked. She knew I was a Cattaneo, which meant she probably knew how dangerous my family was. Yet, she was brave enough to hack into my devices anyway.
And she’d done it remotely, because I doubt she’d come to Italy to hack me. Though we hadn’t discussed it, I knew that she knew I was in Italy because of our meeting times. She always met me during my lunch hour.
But my lunch hour wouldn’t be her lunch hour, because I was convinced she was from the Southern USA. The voice modulator prevented me from hearing her accent. But I recognized her southern slang.
Yet I didn’t know which state in the South she was from. There was also the possibility that she was using certain words to throw me off, to make me think she was from a certain region.
So basically, I had nothing to go on. No. That wasn't entirely true. I knew she was smart. Knew she was patient. Knew she understood technology better than most people I'd met. Knew she worked odd hours.
Knew she was comfortable talking to dangerous men. And I knew she'd been studying me for months. How else would she know what time my lunch was? It wasn't much. But it was a start.
Who the hell was I kidding? I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. I leaned back in my seat and stared up at the ceiling. I had a feeling my Juliet didn’t want to be found. But I had to find her.
I had to know what she wanted from me. I had to know what all she knew about me and why she was interested in me. She’d stepped into my world for a reason. Good or bad, I had to know what that reason was.
And while I wanted this woman fiercely... I wasn’t my father. I wouldn’t force her to be with me if that wasn’t what she wanted. But I would find her, and I’d find out why she approached me.
If she was sincere, if she really wanted me and was just nervous or shy, I’d give her time to get to know me.
The real me. But if she was playing with me, if she was leading me on, fucking with me, I would make her regret the day she sat down in front of her laptop and typed in the name Rome Cattaneo.