29. Goldyn
Aside from Aunt Flo trying to shake the table for the first few days, August started with a little rain and not too much fanfare.
Lorenzo’s quick turnaround trip had turned into a fifteen-day journey, split between King’s Town and Charlotte while he wrapped up negotiations for a longtime client. Thankfully, he was set to fly back in the morning. The energy in the house wasn’t the same without him, no matter how much we tried to distract ourselves with each other. We missed him.
And when my mind selfishly obsessed over how much time he was missing during my last full month with them, I redirected my attention by creating a new routine.
I had lunch with Rome, even on the days I wasn’t working on anything in my shop. I went to Ms. Ruby’s house almost every day to play with the new puppies and check on Lady. I spent every night wrapped in Sincere’s arms because I knew we both missed Lorenzo, and I didn’t want him to be alone.
The routine was simple but peaceful. And it worked. I spent less time ruminating on what was to come and put all that energy into enjoying now.
Life was…good.
And it was better with Romeo’s dick in my mouth.
Which was exactly why I was in the home gym, on my knees, taking him to the back of my throat while he sucked in pleading breaths above me.
Cornering him in the gym had been risky, but the payoff was hearing him whimper while he slid against my tongue, his fingers fisted in my hair.
Romeo had a perfect dick. It wasn’t as long as Sin’s or Enzo’s, but it was fat and I loved every second of him inside of me. Loved when he let me fill my mouth, pussy, or hands with every inch of him until he came with a grunt that sounded like my name.
He was always so in control that I felt superhuman whenever I made him lose it.
Kinda like now.
His hips bucked, fucking his dick into my mouth until I gagged. “Goldy…your mouth. Fu?—”
Words failed him and I took the opportunity to cup his balls and overwhelm him with even more sensations.
I choked on him, saliva leaking from the sides of my mouth and down my chin, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I hollowed out my cheeks, holding him with a vacuum-like grip and hummed in the back of my throat. The sensations made him jerk against me, freeing his hands from my hair while he switched to moving my head back and forth along his shaft.
“Fuck…yea…just like that, G. Shit.”
Pretty soon, he gave up on trying to talk. The only sounds he made were husky and tinged with a mix of pleasure and desperation.
Desperation for me and everything I was making him feel.
That sent a heady flood of confidence coursing through my veins and I increased my pace, sucking him faster. Sloppier. My jaw was stretched so wide, my lips grazed his pelvis. If I had on mascara, it would be smeared against my cheek along with my tears. But since I didn’t, I just stared up at Rome, my wet lashes sticking to my cheeks as I let him have his way with me. His sculpted abs flexed, contracting with every pump of his hips.
The sloppy sound of my mouth on him joined the muted sounds of his workout playlist because his headphones had fallen at his feet a few songs ago, forgotten while he got lost in my obsession with him.
“Get up, G. Please…get up…don’t…wanna come yet.”
The labored breath between each word further inflated my ego, but I freed him, my lips releasing the suction I had on him with a pop.
I stood up, just for him to immediately drag me behind him to the nearest wall. He pressed my back against it, dropped to his knees and bunched my sundress up around my hips.
“Put your legs on my shoulders, Goldyn.”
“Huh?” I couldn’t think past anything but his hot breath on my sex. I was pulsing and soaked with my need for him.
Instead of repeating himself, Rome grabbed my right thigh and hoisted it on his shoulder. Then he did the same thing with my right one. A low growl left his throat when he breathed in my arousal, his nose brushing my clit til I ground into him, my hips moving on their own accord.
I didn’t understand his need to have my weight pressing down on him like this while he ate me out, but then he stood up, and I went with him, my upper body suspended in the air while his face burrowed between my thighs, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue.
My breath hitched.
My legs shook.
My eyes rolled back.
I was going to suffocate him. I knew it. There was no way he could breathe like this. And yet, there was nothing I wanted to do about it.
His tongue lapped up my slit, swirled around my clit and sucked me into a state of delirium.
When I opened my leaking eyes again, I had an aerial view of the gym, my gaze falling on the state of the art equipment before Rome’s moan against my clit hijacked my attention. The brush of his rough facial hair against the inside of my thigh was enough to fixate on, but that moan. Oh, my god that moan .
Both of his palms had a handful of my ass as he held me against the wall, but then he dropped his left one, pressing his fingertip against my asshole.
Rome didn’t stop tongue fucking me while his finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
My senses heightened.
My body tingled from head to toe.
And I shed real tears as I came with a low cry against his probing tongue.
“Roooommmeo.”
Rome ate me through my orgasm, his finger pumping in and out of my ass.
When my thighs stopped shaking, he lowered me from his shoulders to his waist.
He leaned in, claiming my mouth in a kiss that tasted like me, and pushed his dick inside me so smoothly, I gasped from pleasure and surprise.
“You thought I wasn’t coming in this pussy, G?”
He wrapped me in his arms, so my back didn’t collide with the wall while he pounded into me.
Rome smirked when my mouth fell open.
His strokes were shallow and teasing. Then deep and soul-shattering. The unpredictable rhythm knocked the little sense I had in my head loose.
I needed him as deep as he could go. Until he touched my soul and signed his name.
Romeo rotated his hips, driving into me like a man possessed.
“You like playing with me until I shut you up with this dick, huh?”
“No.”
“Then what you call that stunt you just pulled?” He withdrew then reentered me with the unhurried finesse of a man who knew how much power he held over me.
And when he stilled inside of me, walked us away from the wall and then used my hips to fuck me up and down his length, I knew my fate was sealed. There was no coming back from the way he was fucking me. I was ruined.
“I wasn’t playing. I just wanted…you.”
His hips surged forward, stealing the rest of my vocabulary.
I was begging.
I was moaning.
I was coming.
“Fuck, G.” Romeo’s voice cracked and he held me against him until I felt him swell inside of me and his dick jerked against my tensing walls before filling me with cum.
I couldn’t help the way I ground against him, milking him for every drop. The action prolonged my own orgasm and made Rome bite down on my shoulder.
“You something special, you know that?”
A teasing smirk curved my lips as I caught my breath. “Should I let you get back to your workout?”
“Fuck that workout,” he grumbled. “You wanna take a shower with me?”
Nodding, I let him carry me down the hall to the guest room. He wasn’t wearing any clothes but if he didn’t care, neither did I.
We made it to the bathroom in twelve steps, his longs strides purposeful.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He cradled my face, his touch gentle after fucking me so hard.
Caressing from my thighs up to my waist, Rome set me down on the floor and pulled my dress up over my head.
He took a step back, tipping his head to watch his cum trickle out of me, onto my inner thighs.
“And so fucking mine.”