RAIN
Chapter thirty-six
An excited warmth spreads through my chest as I slowly open the bedroom door to see Rome asleep, his arm stretched across a pillow on my side of the bed, our family ring on his finger. The colours from the television dance across his face, lips parted adorably and hair splayed across his forehead.
Taking a step in, I hold the door, quietly clicking it shut.
I can’t help but smile as I turn to find him throwing back the comforter and rubbing his eyes as he rounds the bed. “Hey, baby.”
“When did you get out?”
I grip his waist, pulling him into me. “Not long ago.” My cheeks burn in his tight grip as I survey his bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry it took—” His lips capture mine, cutting me off.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and my fingers dig into his warm skin.
The kiss is needy, desperate, and the most forceful he’s ever kissed me.
Heart leaping in my chest, I slide my hand up to cup his cheek, and his lowers to pull at my belt as he clamps my bottom lip between his teeth to keep my mouth hostage.
I wrap my hand around his throat, pushing him back a little to grip his wrist. “Baby.”
“Fuck me,” he begs, using his free hand to undo the buckle.
“While I love that you’re already addicted to my cock, I know what you’re doing.”
The muscle in his jaw pulses as he steps back with a dry laugh. “You saw the video.”
“Yes, and you can’t fuck away the pain, Rome. Let’s just talk about—”
“I don’t want to fucking talk.” He fists his hair. “If you don’t want to fuck, get out of my face.”
“Pushing me away won’t work. I’m never leaving.”
“Do you want me on my knees? Is that it? You want me begging for you?”
I advance a step. “In any other situation, yes, but not right now.”
His pained eyes drop to the floor. “Please. Please fuck me.”
I want to. God, do I want to fuck, but it’s only a temporary escape from the hurt. Alexa was the same—she was so overwhelmed by the demons invading her thoughts, we’d fuck three times a night. After a week, I realised it wasn’t just because she loved fucking me. It was a pause on reality.
He pulls off his clothes and violently throws them across the room toward his closet, lifting his trembling chin. “Fuck. Me.”
If we fuck now, he’ll have no choice but to talk to me afterwards.
My breath hitches as he takes quick steps toward me. I place a finger on his lips moving toward mine. “You want to fuck, baby?”
“Clearly,” he mumbles against it.
“Then I won’t be gentle like I was last time. Do you want that?”
He stares for a moment, and then nods confidently.
I rip off all my clothes and shoes and snatch his nape, making him hiss as I pull him to the bed and force him onto all fours.
The mattress sinks beneath my knees as I kneel behind him and reach for the lube in my nightstand.
Spreading the sticky liquid with my thumb, I force it in.
His head drops on a moan, the blanket balling in his fists.
I pull my thumb out and wet my cock, palming a hand on his back to lay him face down on the bed. Settling my knees on either side of his, I wrap an arm around his neck to grip his jaw and stare into his hooded eyes, guiding myself in.
His greedy ass swallows my cock, and I press my mouth to his ear, forcing him to hear what he fucking does to me.
He grunts, squeezing his eyes as I slam back into him over and over.
“Fucking take it,” I whisper in his ear, forcing myself to the hilt.
God, he feels fucking incredible. Tight. Warm.
The headboard slams against the wall, but the thudding holds little strength against our moans, grunts, and whimpers.
It’s not until my elbow is hooked around his throat, he’s choking, and we’re both covered in sweat do I realise what he needs right now. His life has been turned upside down. Everything is coming at him…He needs control.
My cock throbs with a plea to be back inside him as I pull out and lay on my back, coaxing a finger. “Come here.” Adorable curls stick to his confused, sweaty face. “Ride my fucking cock, Rome.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he moves to straddle me, looking nervous as shit.
I pull him closer and spread his ass. “Guide me in.” His hand slides between us to grip me and position himself correctly.
“Eyes,” I command. Alluring green eyes flick between mine with hesitation.
“Fucking sit, Rome.” A deep, relieved moan shakes my chest as his ass swallows me again, the comforter pulling taut beneath me when he takes me to the hilt.
“Is that good?” he asks breathlessly, palming a hand on my chest.
Spitting in my hand, I grip him and begin stroking. “Perfect, baby.”
“Mmm, fuuuck!”
Pleasure judders down my spine as he pushes harder at my chest and slams his other hand beside my head, riding harder. I keep stroking in rhythm, staring in complete awe as sweat drips from his body to mine.
“You tell me when to come, baby.”
Sweaty lips capture mine, and I swallow his adorable whine and grip his nape, stroking his long, thick cock harder.
He takes my cheek in a bruising hold, forcing my mouth to his ear.
He shudders against me, and I tease the angry veins and squeeze the engorged crown.
He hardens in my hand and releases a ragged breath against my neck. “Come, pl-please,” he begs.
The coiled pressure at the base of my spine unwinds with brutal force. I meet his rhythm with jerked thrusts, spilling inside him.
“F-fuck—holy—fuuuck,” he chokes.
He almost skins my cheek in his grip, his ass keeping my cock hostage with each clench as he pulses in my hand, spurts of cum covering my stomach.
It takes a few minutes for our breathing to even out just a little, and he slowly lifts enough for me to pull out. I expect him to jump off the bed and head for the shower without a word, but the opposite happens. He wraps his arms around my neck, burying his face.
Three days without this man is criminal.
I wrap my arms around him, stroking his sweaty hair and back. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Like I thought: a temporary pause.
His back shakes a little, and my heart clenches at the feel of his strained body beneath my fingers.
“Baby.” I kiss his head. “Just let it out.”
“Men don’t cry.”
I glare at the ceiling. “Let me guess? Your dad tried to brainwash you with that bullshit?” His breaths fracture against my neck, but he still refuses to let the sob free.
“Rome, it’s me. If you need to cry, then cry.
If you want to scream, then scream. I’ll never judge you for that.
I only wish for you to come to me so you aren’t doing it alone. ”
His grip around my neck tightens, and he finally allows the sob to break free.
Nude, vulnerable and raw. I’m so fucking proud of him.
Tears burn my eyes when he lets out a pained scream. I hold him closer…tighter.