Chapter 13 #2
Before I’ve finished coming, he pushes two fingers into me and sucks my clit hard, sending me into a second orgasm directly on the end of the first. My back bows so hard I think my spine might snap, and I feel a nail break against the wood of my desk as I buck against his face.
I have no idea how long the orgasm lasts. Only that I’m still trembling when he stands and undoes his jeans, pulling out his thick, hard cock as he thrusts hard between my thighs.
He’s shaking too as he enters me, as if he couldn’t bear waiting a second longer.
He yanks his shirt over his head with one hand as he uses the other to feed his cock into me, throwing it aside.
His face is desperate, twisted with need, and my legs wrap around his hips as I lean back, looking up at him as he starts to fuck me.
It was slow before, but now it’s not. Now he takes me hard and fast, as if he waited as long as he could to unleash his desire, and it drives me wild. I clench around him, and he lets out a ragged groan, bracing one hand against the wall behind us as he starts to thrust faster.
"Mine," he says, his voice rough. "Say it. Say you're mine."
I should refuse. I should remind him that I'm engaged, that I belong to someone else, that this is temporary. But I can’t say it. Not with his cock inside of me, my arousal glistening on his lips, the scent of our mingled desire hot in the small room.
Instead, I hear myself whisper: "Yours. I'm yours."
The words seem to break something in him. He moves faster, deeper, his control slipping. "I'll never let you go," he says against my neck. "Never. You understand? You're mine now."
The words terrify me—the possessiveness, the complete lack of boundaries.
They also make me come again for him, clenching around him, crying out his name.
He follows seconds later, and I feel him throb inside of me, filling me.
I feel a drop of his cum leak down my thigh even as he keeps thrusting, fucking me through his orgasm, refusing to stop until he absolutely has to.
His forehead presses against mine, and for a moment, we’re both breathing hard, sharing oxygen, sharing everything.
"This was the last time," I say again, but the words sound hollow.
"Okay," he says, but his arm tightens around me.
Neither of us believes it.
—
It's not the last time.
The next day, I run into him at the library. He's in the ancient history section, and when he sees me, his gaze darkens almost to black, full of a hungry, possessive need that weakens my knees instantly.
"Savannah." He almost growls my name, as if he wasn’t just inside of me yesterday. As if it’s been years since he’s had me.
"Romeo. I didn't know you'd be here." My voice is a breathless gasp, giving me away completely. I see his expression turn hungrier, and he prowls toward me, making my lungs tighten in my chest.
We're alone in this section. The stacks tower around us, creating a maze of privacy, but we’re far from complete privacy. This section doesn’t get much traffic, but it’s not impossible that it could.
We could get caught. Expelled. Someone could catch us, and it could get back to Thad or my father.
Romeo angles himself toward me, backing me against one of the shelves. I’m wearing a dress, and his hand fists in the material, pushing it up as his mouth lands on my neck, biting and sucking lightly, turning me into a melted puddle of lust.
"We can't," I whisper desperately, but I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
"I know,” he breathes against my throat.
"This has to stop—”
"I know."
"Romeo—" My voice is a high whine of arousal, whispered against his ear. He kisses me, pressing me back against the shelves, and I'm lost again.
He lifts me up, and my legs go around his waist. I feel him free himself in a few quick movements of his hand, and then he pushes my panties aside, thrusting into me as I bite my lip to keep silent.
“We could get caught—”
“Then you better come for me fast before I fill you up, uccellino.”
That alone is enough to almost get me there.
He moves one hand between us, rubbing my clit as he thrusts shallowly into me, his other hand coming up to cover my mouth.
I gasp against his palm, feeling the tip of his cock rub against a spot deep inside of me that makes me feel as if I’m going to come harder than I ever have before.
It takes seconds. He holds me up against the shelves with just the force of his body, hips snapping and rolling against me, and I bite his hand as I come, clenching around his cock. I feel the vibration of the groan he swallows back as he comes too.
When he slides out of me and sets me back down, he tugs my panties back to cover me, cupping me for a brief moment that makes me shudder with the possessiveness of it. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, soaking my panties.
“You’re going to sit in class like that,” he murmurs in my ear. “Full of my cum. Leaking it. And then you’re going to go home and make yourself come again, using it to get yourself wet. Send me a picture when you’re done, Savannah.”
He kisses me again, hard, and vanishes into the stacks.
I tell myself I’m not going to do it. But I can’t stop thinking about it.
For the first time in my life, I hardly take any notes in class.
And when I get back to my dorm, I go straight into my room and lock the door, sliding my hand beneath my dress and soaked panties and feeling the wetness of his cum there.
I rub it against my clit, fingers swirling as I get myself off with him all over me. The thought of it has me coming within seconds, but when I’m done, I can’t bring myself to take a picture and send it to him.
I’m not the kind of girl who takes nudes or sexy photos. And if Thad were to ever find out, to ever search my phone, even if I deleted it…
I’m terrified of the repercussions.
Once again, Vivian is out at her study group. And an hour later, I know when a knock comes at my door, that it’s Romeo.
When I open the door, he pushes his way inside. “You disobeyed me, didn’t you?” His voice is a thick, lustful growl, and my knees go weak.
“No, I—” I swallow hard. “I did… what you said.”
His gaze darkens. “You came back here and touched that wet pussy, thinking about me? You used my cum to get yourself off?”
My face is flaming, so hot I feel like I could burn up. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and I can’t believe I like it, that it’s getting me wet all over again. But I nod, and Romeo’s jaw tightens.
He steps forward, picks me up, and sets me on the edge of the kitchen counter before I can protest.
“I wanted to see,” he growls. “I wanted to see that pretty, swollen pussy all soaked with my cum, all pink and wet after you came for me.”
“I can’t… I’m not that kind of girl,” I whisper. “I can’t do that.”
His expression softens, the tiniest bit. “I see that, uccellino,” he murmurs. “So I came to see for myself.”
My gaze flies toward the front door of my dorm. “We should go to my room,” I whisper.
“You already made me wait long enough.” He pushes my skirt up. “I want to see, Savannah. Open your legs for me.”
My face is flushed hot. I’m wet again, I can feel it. When did things like this start to turn me on? Who is he turning me into?
“Vivian could come home…”
“Then you should hurry up, uccellino, before we get caught.”
Slowly, as if I’m outside of my body, I spread my legs open.
“Take off your panties,” Romeo growls, and I lift my hips, sliding them off.
They’re still wet with my arousal and his cum, and he balls them up in his hand, a feral smile on his face as he raises my skirt, his gaze fixed between my thighs.
I’m so embarrassed I feel like I could vanish into the counter, but Romeo looks ravenous. His eyes darken, his lips part, his tongue sweeping over them. “Perfect,” he breathes. “But I don’t think you’ve come enough for one day, uccellino.”
And then he leans down, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and presses his mouth between my thighs.
I feel dizzy, disbelieving. I’m a mess of his cum and my wetness, and he doesn’t seem to care. He eats me like he’s starving, pushing the fingers of one hand into me. “Fuck, I can feel myself in you,” he gasps. Then I hear the sound of his jeans opening.
I expect him to stand up and thrust into me, but instead his hand starts to move, and I realize he’s jerking off while he eats me out.
Arousal sweeps through me, hot and devastating, and when I look down, I see that my panties are wrapped around his cock, the lace sliding up and down his stiff length as he groans against me, his tongue moving faster.
His fingers thrust inside of me, his tongue lashes against me, and I lose it completely.
I grab the counter as I cry out, coming hard on his tongue, and I hear and feel his ragged groan. His arm is moving fast, back and forth as he strokes himself, and he waits until my orgasm is nearly finished before he straightens suddenly, and I see thick, white fluid arc from the tip of his cock.
His cum splashes against my skin… my thighs, my skirt, my pussy. He paints my skin with it, groaning as he spurts again and again, and then he steps forward, pushing just the head of his cock inside of me as he throbs with the last pulses of his orgasm.
"Mine," he breathes again, and I don't correct him.
Because in this moment, it feels true.
—
A week passes. I tell myself each time is the last time.
I swear it. I promise myself I'll stop, that I'll end this, that I'll go back to Thad and my normal life. I’m fortunate that business seems to have kept Thad too busy to visit since the gala, because Romeo is so unhinged I can’t be sure he’d stay away from me while Thad was here, and I can’t tell him no.
Every time I try to stay away, something pulls me back. A text from Romeo. A glimpse of him on campus. The memory of how he makes me feel.