Chapter Fourteen Alex #2
Rome took note of my contemplative silence. “I’m sorry. I’m being too forward again and making you uncomfor—”
“I’ll stay,” I said, then pushed his phone away and planted a tender kiss on his lips. “I will absolutely stay.”
“Really?” he asked through a smile, our lips still touching.
I crawled into his lap to really send the message home. “Really-really.”
His kisses were filled with hope. He moved hungrily, almost greedily, as his hands gripped my sides, the ferocity of his breathing through flared nostrils.
A week of not touching, an hour of dancing around subjects we didn’t want to discuss.
The champagne propelled us further into our pleasure.
I wanted to grab the second bottle and make him sip from it, but I didn’t have the desire to pull away from him for more than a second.
My hunger grew when we tipped past the point of casual kissing to intentional passion.
I leaned back for only a blink to peel off my t-shirt.
Rome had his off at the same time. I arched my back, ass flexed out with my shoulders, as he tugged at the small of my back to put his lips on my chest. His tongue traced circles, lips making impressions, mouth running around my nipples.
I gasped in ecstasy and pulled his head deeper into my body.
I let out a low, languid curse, as if it could summon more sexual energy.
Then, he gently but firmly pushed me away and off of him as he made to stand up. “Bedroom,” he said in a quick, breathy voice.
I had been half standing but dropped to my knees.
“No. Not enough time.” I suddenly yanked down on his shorts as his massive cock sprang free.
Caught by surprise, I pushed back on his waistline until the backs of his legs caught on the couch and he crashed back onto it, naked and beautiful.
His eyes were wide. Fuck if he didn’t look like perfection.
Athletic build, taller than a skyscraper, cock as hard as steel, looking down on me on my knees.
“Pop fly to right field,” I whispered under my breath.
He laughed under his heaving breathing. “What?”
I leaned forward as I put my hands on his thighs, my mouth just inches from his cock. “You going for third base or what, Moretti?”
He answered with a hand to the back of my head and pulling me onto the head of his dick. Taking this beast downstairs would be another issue. But sucking this cock? At that, I was a pro.
I sank the entirety of him down my throat. Right down to the base.
The way he gasped burned into my memory. It was something I would never forget.
I bobbed back up as one hand rubbed the space between his ass and balls. When my lips reached the tip, I hollowed my cheeks and looked up at him. His eyes were still wide, chest rapidly rising and falling in great heaves. I dropped his cock back down my throat and he let out another moan.
Up, down. Up, down. Up… he let out a different moan. I looked at him again. Heavier breathing, chin quivering.
Damn, he’s almost there .
I wanted to share in this. Needed to share in this moment. I reached down and pulled my shorts off while I kept my mouth circling the head of his dick. I was already so hard and half covered in precome. This would be extremely quick.
Plunged back down while I stroked myself. Rome muttered something under his breath, a warning of some kind that I didn’t need. My body was already warning me.
He came on my way back up his long shaft.
I could feel his cock pulsing and I used my free hand to jerk him off while I suctioned my lips to the head.
Wave after wave emptied in my mouth, tangy and salty, something I savored and swallowed like nectar.
I came as I tasted him, blowing my own jet of hot come onto the floor as I moaned at how delicious he tasted.
Both of his hands had been on the back of my head, guiding me carefully as he succumbed to sensitivity.
I kept sucking, finding a deep, desirable need to feed off of everything he had to give me.
My throat had no qualms with doing this for him and I wanted him to see that.
That I could pleasure a man of his size.
That I could bring him to the edge and we could collapse off of it together.
He gently pulled me back when he became too sensitive. I released him with a pop not unlike the champagne cork earlier, then sat back on my heels to take in the sight of him.
“I can’t believe…” he said between breaths, “that you… that…”
I double-raised my eyebrows and grinned. “Been saving that. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
He grabbed the base of his dick and shook it. “I’ve never had anyone do that before. I was always shy because of my size, but you…”
I could have come a second time at the fact that I was the first person to deep throat Romolo Moretti. Instead, I leaned in, kissed both his thighs, and crashed onto the seat cushion next to him.
We lay there, sweaty and naked, which was quickly becoming my favorite way to hang with this man.
“Is… is that difficult?” he asked me in a shy voice. He looked over and down at me. I had nowhere near the same size, but it was a good tool to work with. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Well,” I said and dropped my voice low, “that’s what coaching is for.”
Whether it was intentional or involuntary, Rome let out the longest, pleasurable moan. “Gonna need at least five minutes before you try and get me spun up again.”
I swallowed and felt the tangy remains of him on my lips. I could definitely go another round, but there was some teaching to do. “We have all night.” I looked over and gave him a mischievous grin. “Just promise to wear your uniform when it’s your turn.”
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As midnight approached, we lay naked in his bed as the moon cast silver light through the window.
I had sated Rome beyond what he thought possible.
I coached him on relaxing his gag reflex, something that would come easier with time.
He seemed so eager to try, as if pleasuring me became a new goal in our budding relationship.
As the alcohol cleared from our systems, our bodies drained of virility, our minds opened to the depth of conversations. Lazy words, whispered in the dark, bordered by moonlight.
Only one month in and I knew this would strengthen to something beyond what I had ever experienced. It both scared and thrilled me all at once. I wanted to tell him that, to share in my newfound fear and excitement as my head lay nestled in the crook of his arm.
“How do you think we’ll continue to take this slow?” Rome asked me in a quiet and serene voice.
I rolled so that half my face was buried in his chest. I reached a hand forward to draw lazy circles along the hair wedged in his sternum. He asked a good question, one not meant to poke fun at the advancement we just made. I had to consider my response before answering.
“I still need space to figure out Ricky,” I confessed. “ I want him out of the picture, but he won’t accept that. He’ll still be on my mind until I know he’s done for good.”
I felt Rome’s body tense. He didn’t like the answer. Regardless, he said, “Is there anything I can do to help? I can hire security.”
I smiled and forced myself not to laugh at the thought. Me, with a man in sunglasses and packing heat, following me around when Rome couldn’t. A sweet, if not funny, sentiment.
“I think you traveling will help. It’ll give me the distance I need so I can continue to work on this. I’m starting to realize it’s more of me also distancing myself from him, mentally. If that makes sense.”
Rome reached out a hand to run along my bare arm.
“It does. After we lose, I don’t review replays until the next day.
I need the night to empty my head so I can come at it with fresh eyes the next day.
” He gripped my bicep. “I know it wasn’t in the way you wanted, but do you think you at least made some progress for yourself while I was gone? ”
“I did.” That was an easy answer. Ricky’s reaction was negative, but I at least said what needed to be said. “Yeah, I did.”
“We’ll do the same thing again, then. Keep the chatter to a minimum. I know you’ll be literally in my home, but I’ll try and keep quiet when I’m gone so you can focus on you.”
I rolled up on an elbow so I could see his face. “What about you? What will you work on now that you came out to your team?”
“There’s a couple of them who didn’t take it well. I need to clear the air. Figure out if they just have something against gay guys or that they’re mad I kept a secret.” With his other hand, he reached out to cup my face and smiled. “What do we plan to do when I get back?”
“Aside from more of this? I’ve actually got something in mind. Something I’ve had stewing around in my head for awhile. Is it okay to go in public together?”
His thumb ran along my lips as his brow curled upward. “Yes. Of course it is. Did you want to have dinner somewhere?”
“No. Something better. You fly back the fifth or the sixth?”
“The evening of the fifth, after the game. Won’t get home until early morning on the sixth.”
I nodded and kissed his thumb as it made another pass along my lips. “Is, say… eleven too early? Can you be up by then and out the door?”
“For you? Any hour works. What do you have in mind?”
“A surprise. I think you’ll like it.”
He grew a quirky half-grin. “Okay then. Something to look forward to.”
I snuggled back into the safety of his arms and fell asleep to the sleepy sound of his breathing and the steady rhythm of a heartbeat at rest.