ROME
Chapter twenty-seven
Does he want to fuck? Right now? Is that what we’re about to do?
I draw a deep breath and blow it out when we reach the bedroom. Rain closes the door softly and locks it.
My thumbs immediately find the underside of my fingers, trying to rub away the nerves. He guides me to sit on the end of the bed, his intoxicating scent surrounding me as he steps between my legs and slides his hand into his pocket. I gulp when he pulls out the rubber object.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks softly, running his fingers through my hair.
Waves of heat pulse down my body. “A—a cock ring.”
“Ever used one?” My thumbs pick up their pace on my lap as I shake my head.
“Good,” he whispers. My breath catches, and I look to the locked door.
“Baby.” He crooks his finger under my chin to lift my head.
“Breathe. We aren’t fucking.” My chest caves with a relieved sigh, and he smiles, twisting the rubber in his fingers.
“You haven’t experimented much with sex, have you? ”
Trapping my tongue between my teeth, I shake my head. Sure, I jerk off, but that’s all I’ve ever done to myself. Connor sucked me off, and we fucked, but objects were never involved.
“How many people have you fucked?” he asks.
I arch a brow. “How many people have you shagged?”
“Not as many as whatever number you’re thinking.” I narrow my eyes. “Answer the question, Rome.”
“Only Connor.”
I smile at the way his jaw pulses with jealousy. Taking lube from his pocket, he nods to his pants. “Take them off.”
I had his dick in my mouth this morning, so why am I so nervous, I want to vomit?
Swallowing down the nausea, I hook my fingers in his waistband, pulling down his pants and underwear. His thick cock springs free from its confines, and I stare at the bead of pre-cum weeping from him, my mouth watering as I pull the material down to his ankles.
“Stand,” he commands.
I raise my eyes to his and stand. Placing the objects in my hand, his fingers caress my waist, and I release a groan against his parted lips.
“I’m yours, Rome.” His words skate across my lips, fingers sliding beneath my waistband. “Touch me however you want.”
Heat pulses through my veins, my head drowning in all that is him. His breath, his scent, his touch.
God, fuck.
My throbbing dick is freed, and I kick my clothes away. Tossing the objects to the bed behind me, I raise my thumb to his lips, caressing the soft flesh as his chest shudders beneath my exploring fingertips.
I want to trace his lips with my tongue. Will he find that odd?
Holding my gaze to the parted flesh, I wet my lips and then slide the tip of my tongue around the edge of his.
His groan meets my tongue as I press my lips to his, my hands continuing to explore the hard planes of his body.
Both my hands find his ass, and I squeeze.
He hums in approval, and my cock jumps at the praise.
The shame swirling in my stomach quickly loses the battle, drowning in a lustful heat when his mouth finds my ear, and I palm his ass. “I’m going to lay down, and you lay back on me. Do you understand?”
I nod.
I’m not privy to his plan, but he confirmed we aren’t fucking. My curiosity is piqued and the want to run away is fading.
He takes my hand, pulling me to the side of the bed. I stop and look at the door.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, objects in hand.
“My sisters,” I whisper.
They were downstairs last night when my dick was in his mouth, but what if they heard something?
He takes the remote to turn on my TV. Grabbing his phone next, he flicks through it while caressing my hand. Even this simple contact has my dick weeping.
I jolt when music begins playing from somewhere. Wide eyed and a little pissed off, I stare at his phone. “Have you hacked my TV?” A mischievous smile curls his lips. “You bloody wanker.”
When the hell did he do that?
Meddle About by Chase Atlantic plays loud enough that I pray the twins won’t hear whatever is about to happen. Laying back in the middle of the bed, he coaxes a finger at me. My dick jumps, and he smiles.
Fuck it.
I crawl onto the bed, his heat consuming me as I lay back on him. Spluttered breaths fall from my lips when he pops open the lube, and the liquid pooled in his palm is spread down my dick. I groan, throwing my head back and thrusting my hips.
“So fucking greedy,” he whispers in my ear, spreading it to my already tingling balls. His dick presses against my ass, and I instinctively begin rubbing as I crook my arm, tangling my fingers into his soft strands. “Slow down, baby.”
That dreaded knot ties in my stomach when he stretches the rubber.
“I’m going to touch you however I want,” he whispers in my ear.
Heart hammering in my chest, I watch as he rolls it down my length. My dick pulses and throbs in the strangling rubber as he stretches it around my balls, and fuck, it’s already too much.
“Rain,” I groan.
“You’re doing good.”
He begins stroking and my eyes roll at the added pressure of his hand. I’m so fucking hard, harder than I’ve ever been, and I fear I’ll come too quickly and this will be over.
Strangled moans pour from my throat as I tug at his hair and fist the blanket, his heavy breaths and the music consuming my hearing.
It’s too much.
I claw at his scalp, my balls beginning to tingle.
He lets go.
I jerk my head away to glare at him. That grin is on his face, and I’m about to wipe it off with my fist. My lips part to ask him, what the hell do you think you’re doing?
But he grips the engorged crown and squeezes, and I fall back against him.
He begins stroking again, my hips following his rhythm.
The lube has slid past my ass, now lubing him as well.
Was it always supposed to feel this good? Was I always meant to enjoy it this much? Because I could die right now, and I’d fucking smile.
He squeezes my throbbing balls, making me thrust off him, but when fingers move towards my ass, I snatch his arm.
“I touch you however I want,” he repeats.
“I…” I begin to protest, but a groan replaces whatever stupid words were coating my tongue, and pleasure coils my spine as he lightly circles the hole.
“F-fuck. G-God fffuck.”
“Breathe, baby.”
I fight to draw a breath as he pushes a finger inside me.
My knuckles ache around the material, my dick throbbing harder in his hand.
His nose nudges my cheek, and I turn my face, capturing his lips in a ravenous kiss.
I’m groaning, whimpering, fucking his hand and riding his finger.
Any sense of sanity is lost when he circles my prostate, and my entire body lights up.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I pry my lids open, and his dark eyes peer from beneath his hooded lids to watch me fall apart. A moan bursts from my chest, cum releasing in spurts to cover my chest and stomach.
He moans with me as cum pulses out to cover my ass and lower back. Slowly, he removes his finger, plastering his cum-covered hand on my heaving chest.
Depleted of strength, I lie limp against him, trying to jam the jagged pieces of my sanity back together.
I never let Conor near my ass. I was always waterboarded by shame even while I was fucking him.
But Rain? I didn’t have a second to think, let alone allow it to consume me, but now that I’m back in reality and staring at the ceiling, that knot in my stomach is tighter than ever, nausea is in the back of my throat and tears are burning the backs of my eyes.
I’m going to be sick.
“I-I need to shower,” I croak, panic bleeding in my voice.
“Why do you insist on showering straight away?”
I screw my eyes shut. “I feel ashamed I let you touch me, I’ve always felt ashamed, even when it was me or Connor. I can’t help it. It hits me—the only way to stop it is by scrubbing my skin until…” I trail off when my lip quivers.
“Until you’re rid of the skin you just did it in,” he finishes for me, and I nod shamefully, a tear rolling past my temple.
“Baby, look at me.” I blow out a shaky breath, opening my wet eyes.
“I know it’s because your parents have made you ashamed of who you are.
They’ve destroyed any sexual urge you have, to the point you’re hurting yourself afterward.
” A soft smile curls his lips. “I understand, but you’re you.
You want who you want. Don’t ever be ashamed of that.
” Warmth spreads across my chest as he wipes the wetness from my eyes. “Come on. I’ll come shower with you.”