Chapter Twenty-Four Alex
W E DIDN ’ T LEAVE the house. Something within Rome unlocked. Where he was once gentle and courteous, he became ravenous and selfish.
And I loved it. I was his for the taking and he never had to ask anything of me.
I opened the gate for him to pilage whatever he desired.
We rotated our time between the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.
I had been determined to relax myself and take him fully in, a pleasure he hadn’t known yet.
My opportunity finally came at the end of a long day after a few hours break where we hydrated, showered, and crashed back into bed.
By then, Rome had been well acquainted with my microexpressions, the hitch in my breath, the tremor of certain body parts.
It was as if he took a day to study every movement to lock in what brought me the most sensation.
And really, should I have been so surprised?
He calculated every movement out on the field and he treated the bedroom no differently.
The bed was a diamond and my body had three bases and a home plate.
He knew when to steal each, when to slide, went to stay.
He had me on all fours with my head pressed into a pillow.
Rome kneeled behind me, three of his fingers massaging my prostate and watching how I wiggled my hips in a certain way for him to hit the spot.
My lungs let out a continual moan into the pillow.
I could have easily jerked myself off with three, maybe four strokes at the most. I had already come twice that day and I was still surprised to learn the easiness of a third.
Rome knew it, of course. He reached around with his free hand to stroke my cock once or twice with long pauses in between.
Enough to bring me right to the edge, then back off.
My balls stayed permanently tight against my body, a hair trigger from emptying.
He kept me in that state for an indeterminate amount of time.
Edging on ecstasy shoved the concept of time out the window and embraced moments measured only in distance from ecstasy.
When enough time, according to Rome, had passed, he swapped out his fingers for his lubed cock.
By now, the press of the head into my ass didn’t bring alarm.
I backed into it with the ample leverage I had staying on all fours.
I did the work for him while his hands went to my hips.
I backed into him until I reached halfway down.
From there, I let him pull in and out, guiding my hips with his hands while he stayed to the top half of his long cock.
I leaned into the feeling of his hard dick dragging against my prostate.
I looked over my shoulder to gauge his reaction and studied his face.
His mouth had been dropped open as he took in air.
His eyes found mine and I bit my lower lip.
He slapped my ass then and I let out a grunt.
Something new for him. Like everything else the past twenty-four hours, I loved it.
I grunted again and he took the hint. A second slap, this one harder.
I let out a guttural sound, something feral. Primal.
Give me more , it said.
Intuitively, Rome understood. His thrusting became more ferocious as I leaned into each one. He still held back a fraction, careful not to go deeper, but I wanted that to stop. It was time for more.
I backed deeper onto him with each new thrust. I could hear the sharpness in his breath as I worked my way down. Inch by inch of Rome’s long, incredibly hard cock as thick as a bat.
Slapped my ass again, as if to encourage me.
With a final thrust, my ass pressed against his groin.
He made a noise, a mixture of pleasure and surprise.
We stayed still for a moment. He knew to give me time to adjust. My hyperventilating might have given that away.
Gently, both his hands worked at my ass cheeks, massaging, then running around my waist as if to soothe me.
Pain had temporary blinded me to the pleasure. I thought I could move past it but was wrong.
Breathe , I told myself. You’re his. Give yourself to him. All of you .
Slowly, I pulled up. All the way to the head of his cock, then thrust back down, long and slow.
Damn. The moan that came out of me as I sank all the way to the base of his dick. Everything hit just right. I pounded my fist into the bed as I worked myself back up, then down again, this time faster.
“ Fuuuuuuuuuuu ,” I started to say but the closing consonants of the word dissolved into dribble.
Rome re-gripped my hips and increased our speed.
He mumbled something I could hear over the sound of my own moaning.
I wanted to ask if he liked it but realized how silly and redundant of a question that was.
I arched my back to sink into the moment while he took whatever he wanted from me.
Kept pounding both fists into the mattress with every renewed, deeper thrust.
His lube-covered hands slid down my back until he reached my shoulders, then tugged up.
I got the hint and went from all fours to kneeling.
My back connected with his chest. One arm around my waist, the other on my hip, my legs on the outside of his.
Fuck, he was so tall it was like leaning against a column for support.
I didn’t need anything in front of me for leverage. I just needed him to hold on.
I worked my thighs like I had just finished a marathon.
I bounced up and down on his long cock while his grip kept me centered.
His breath was on my neck, teeth gnashing lightly at the skin of my earlobe, tongue seeking new places to explore.
I bounced on his lap until my thighs burned.
I could have come at his bursting moans and the sound of his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Gonna come,” he groaned into my ear. “Can I come?”
If I hadn’t been an entity of a single neuron seeking only pleasure, I would have thought his question was sweet and courteous.
“Whatever you want,” I said between breaths. My hand had reached to cup the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into my neck as he sucked at it. “I’m yours. Use me, Rome.”
Oh. He liked hearing that. He took over thrusting. Suddenly his hand was between my shoulder blades and forcing me back to the bed. I crashed down, face first, as his hands went to my hips. He lifted me, pulled the lower half of me off the bed as he slammed his cock all the way in.
The scream that came outta me. Something inhuman. “ Use me ,” I shouted into the pillow. I repeated it to myself over and over as Rome invigorated with new life. A slow windup. A pitch coming at him. Ready to hit a homer. I knew that sound.
I reached down and jerked off my own cock as Rome’s voice hit a crescendo.
With a sudden ferocity, he came inside me, roaring out his pleasure as I hit my third stroke.
My entire body went aflame, spreading from my dick to every last inch of my skin as I came onto the bed at the same moment Rome climaxed.
We groaned as one, his thrusting a slamming motion that made me unload spurt after spurt of come. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me as he did the same.
Breathless pleasure. Where once there was roaring voices there we now silent screams as we finished the dregs of come that our bodies could produce.
Sudden weakness now, a body spent from a full day of pleasure.
My chest lowered until it fell onto the bed and come that decorated the spread below me.
Then Rome collapsed atop me, his incredible weight suddenly on me.
His face found mine smashed into the pillow where we weakly kissed each other, exchanging rapid breaths with sweaty lips.
Once more I reached around to cup the back of his head while we attempted sloppy kisses.
I could have fallen asleep like that, with him still inside me, the weight of his protection over me. Safe from everything. Everyone. Anything .
So I closed my eyes as my breathing slowed. I sank into the moment as if I could protract it. I knew I would never need anything else. His body would always be enough to satisfy me in a way I had never been before.
He moved first and started to pull out but I stopped him with a sharp gesture. “No,” I said, breathy, still high on coming. “Stay like this.”
Rome sank back onto me and kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips. “Anything for you,” he replied.
I reveled in the moment, the feeling of his still-hard cock inside me.
I knew immediately I would seek a moment like this in the future, perhaps as often as possible.
I had never felt safer in my entire life than I did in that moment.
Fully connected to someone I loved, who could protect me, keep me safe. Would never harm me.
I gave into how weary my body had become. Again, as if by intuition, Rome read the moment and angled his top half so he didn’t keep crushing me. My body took in a full breath.
I fell asleep with a smile on me lips. Perfectly content with the perfect man and his perfect body.