ROME
Chapter twenty-five
Heat radiates in front of me like a steam fan blowing directly on my face. Opening my eyes, I realise I’m using Rain’s shoulder as a pillow.
Great. I won’t live that down.
I slowly lift my head, the dew sticking to my temple and cheek.
Sweat pools between his collarbones and floods over, wetting the sheet beneath him.
His face isn’t just glistening…it’s wet.
His sweat-beaded chest and stomach rise and fall rapidly, lids glued shut, eyes moving frantically behind them.
“Rain,” I whisper. He doesn’t move, the nightmare continuing to corrupt his mind. My palm stains with sweat as I place it on his shoulder and shake, raising my voice, “Rain.”
He sucks in a deep breath, eyes springing open. His hand shoots straight to my throat, throwing me back and pinning me to the pillow. Within a second, he’s above me, staring down with flared nostrils and an angered expression that has my insides curling.
His face softens with recognition, and his hand unwraps from my throat. “Sorry, baby,” he apologises in a gruff tone. I suck in air and roll to the side with a cough. “I’m sorry.” He sounds a little more panicked as he rubs my back.
“What was that?” I rasp, sliding away from him.
“I thought you were someone else.”
“Who?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head before throwing back the blanket. “I’ll wash everything. I just need a shower.”
“Rain,” I press, following him to the bathroom. “You just scared the shit out of me, and you aren’t even going to explain why?”
He rips his boxers down, stepping into the shower. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice still rough and hoarse.
I’ve had nightmares before when I was younger, but I was never drenched in sweat. “Was that a nightmare or a memory?” I ask, taking a hesitant step closer. “You—you have an eidetic memory. Apparently, those who do can remember everything that’s ever happened in their life from age like…three.”
His hand fists before running through his wet hair. “When you live the life I do, everything is a nightmare.”
I swallow nervously. I actually feel bad for this bastard?
He invites himself into my home, my bed, and then refuses to leave, and I feel bad for him right now?
I shouldn’t care about him, and I’m ashamed that part of me is envious that he had two parents who loved one another and accepted him wholly.
He stays rigid, with his back to me, staring at the wall.
Fuck him.
“Can I join you?” My voice shakes with hesitation, because I’m not sure why I just asked that, why I have the sudden urge to stand beside him and give him comfort.
“Baby, you never need to ask that.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out before removing my clothes. My steps are light, and brimming with nerves as I approach behind him and place a hand on his shoulder.
He looks over with blank eyes before turning around. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising and start explaining.”
His jaw tics as he leans a shoulder against the wall and reaches out to pull me under the rainfall shower-head. I blink rapidly to rid the water invading my eyes.
“I want you to model for me,” he says with a soft smile.
“You—wait, what?”
“Nude.” He grins.
“No, absolutely not, and stop avoiding the topic.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then you’ll never sleep in my bed again.”
“I thought you were going to kick me out.” Bloody hell, I did say that, didn’t I? I will, after this shower. “I’ve seen your photos. You model.”
“For sponsors because I’m forced too.” I reach past him for the body wash.
He pins me to his hard body and snatches the bottle from my hand, placing it back on the shelf. “It’s no different,” he argues.
Wet lips capture mine, and my lids fall shut as a small moan slips free.
I’m fine when he’s not touching me—I have the mental capacity to stand my ground—but when his lips are on mine, my brain blanks, and I need to force it awake to stop whatever he’s doing.
I couldn’t last night when he was on his knees in front of me and he started to kiss me.
My brain shrivelled and threw itself out of my ear as he continued kissing and biting down my body.
Once his mouth was on my dick, I was helpless.
So many times, I felt ready to come, and he changed movement, making it cease painfully, but Christ, once I finally did, I couldn’t see.
I was stunned for minutes afterward and could do nothing but lie there until it felt like my soul rejoined my body.
He laid beside me the entire time, just stroking my hair.
Then, the shame about what I allowed to happen crept back in, and I wanted to scrub it away.
I pull my head back when my lungs burn, lids fluttering open. I finally realise how long we’ve been kissing when I press my swollen lips together. I go to move and finally notice the ache in my fingers from digging into his waist, and then the fact that my concreted dick is pressing against his.
Shame devours me from the inside out, and I turn around, only for his arm to wrap around me. “What did I say about running away from me? And I still want to hear you say it.”
“I don’t belong to you.”
“Shall I remind you?”
A wave of fire leaves me burning as he strokes me so rough and hard, I hiss, but it only makes me harder, his strong grip loosening my protesting hold on his arm.
“Fuck my hand, baby,” he instructs, pulling us back into the wall behind him.
I shouldn’t. I should fight out of his hold and force him from my house. Get a restraining order. I should do everything logical right now, but…
I grip his thigh and forearm and lean back into him, slowly thrusting.
“Mmm,” he hums against my ear, pulling my head back to his shoulder and out of the water. “You’re going to make us both come.”
His hand moves to splay on my chest, and I shudder as my dick slides through his tight grip, my ass rubbing against his thick length.
What am I doing?
“That’s it.” His words are followed by a moan that reverberates against my back, flows into my ear, and sends my brain into oblivion.
“Fuck, Rome,” he groans. My lips part and lids fall shut as I press my ear harder against his mouth.
“Do you like it?” he whispers, but it’s so goddamn loud. “When I talk to you?”
I nod, trying to press my ear harder. Pleasure rolls through me, triggering my thrusts to become harder and more erratic. I should be embarrassed, so fucking ashamed that I enjoy hearing his filthy voice in my ear and feeling his dick slide against my ass.
My eyes spring open when he releases me to grip my hips and spin me. If his hold weren’t so strong, I would’ve certainly slipped. I hold his shoulder for stability as he pulls me closer, and saliva drips from his lips as he wraps his hand around both our dicks.
“Fuck,” he orders.
I place my other hand on the tile and begin thrusting again, the new sensation much better than the last. “Oh fuuuck.”
“You like your cock rubbing against mine? Hmm?” he asks against my ear.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
I thrust faster. It’s good. So fucking good.
I wrap my arm around his neck, getting lost in every sensation—the water on my back, his dick against mine, his hand around us, his heavy breaths in my ear.
“Keep going, baby,” he groans. “Just like that.”
His voice sends an eruption of goosebumps across my heated skin and I moan, “Count.”
“Mmm, what was that?”
“Please, fuck,” I beg through my teeth. “I like it.”
I shudder as he licks the shell of my ear.
“Five,” he starts. My jaw and brows drop. “Four. Three. Two.” My entire body tenses, ready. “One,” he whispers.
I slam my hand against the tile as I’m blinded once again. Moans crash through my teeth, and my thrusts become jerked as I come all over both of us.
“Baby, fuck!” he shouts.
I force my eyes open and push his hand away, before dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around him, rolling my hand along his length.
“Oh shit,” he breathes.
I’ve never done this. My dick was always in Connor’s mouth. I don’t know what I’m doing. His fingers thread into my wet hair, and I look up at his expression, a mixture of pleasure and shock.
“Perfect,” he rasps. “You ready? You’re going to swallow my fucking cum. You spill it, you lick it up.”
I give an affirmative moan.
A groan shakes the steam-filled air as his eyes hood, and his stomach tenses as he pulses.
So much cum spills into my mouth, I’m sure I’ll need to swallow while he continues.
I slow my hand, sucking him clean of the salty taste before forcing myself to swallow.
He slides down the wall to sit in front of me while I pant, still coming down from my high.
He grins, the widest I’ve seen yet. “Fucking hell, baby.”
I swipe the continuing flow of water from my face, trying to not show my nervous laugh. “I, um—I’m sorry. I didn’t really know what I was doing?”
“What do you mean sorry?”
I think he’s taken that as I meant something came over me, and I just wanted to suck him off. I guess I wanted to repay him in some way for last night, but that’s not what I meant. “I just mean I’ve never sucked dick before.”
“My King, always putting others on their knees.” I shake my head and push off his knees to stand. “You did good,” he compliments, hands wrapping around my ankles.
I close my eyes, trying to force away the shame knotting my stomach while pouring body wash on the washcloth.
“I mean it,” he says firmly.
I begin scrubbing my arm. “I know. It obviously wasn’t as good as—”
“Don’t fucking compare them.”
His angry breaths and scowl only make me want to turn away so I’m not forced to look at him. Shame thrashes in my stomach, and I feel vomiting is inevitable.
“What the fuck just happened?” His voice raises as he stands.
I turn away, scrubbing my chest and then stomach until the skin is red and raw.
“Rome,” he presses, trying to spin me.
“Leave,” I order.
“Hell no. What the fuck is happening right now? Please don’t tell me you feel bad because you’re comparing dick sucking skills.”