CARLY
I like Rome. I mean, I like him a lot.
And it had been a while since I kissed someone. I knew he’d been calling me and texting me, but I was pacing back and forth in my room, berating if I should apologize for my behavior and ignore him.
But how could I?
-Sleeping around with his employee???
I barely had enough sleep and would turn into a monster if I didn’t get at least three hours. But this morning, it wasn’t the case. I threw my restraint out of the window, and for once, I followed my feelings. I had nothing to lose anyway.
I was a nobody if I broke my heart, by all means, because my face wouldn’t flash on national TV.
Right now, I was going with my gut. I left the issue about my family in the city. All I wanted to do right now was to kiss this man carrying me upstairs to probably his bedroom.
I came prepared.
I knew I couldn’t just kiss him if he wanted more, and it had been a while, well, years since I’d been with a man.
He carefully laid me down on his king-sized bed. I looked around-wood paneling, closet-a typical bedroom, but with Langston’s touch. Then I noticed a guitar on the stand.
“Do you play?”
“A little.” He was in front of me. His huge hands were on my waist.
“You’re being humble. I noticed the callouses on your fingertips before I even knew your full name.”
He smiled. “You know my full name?”
“Of course, and your birthday.” I smiled meaningfully.
“You looked me up online.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I am. Did you check if I’m married or a father to someone?”
“Come to bed.” I dragged myself to the center. His pillow smelled his cologne and maybe his aftershave.
He came to me, his elbow on the mattress, his free hand on my chin. “You know how beautiful you are? I wanted to fire whoever hired you.”
“You’re mean.”
“I don’t want you to work for me because you’re just a distraction.”
“I still am?” I took his hand and kissed each knuckle.
“Kind of. In a good way. I have a reason to get up in the morning and look myself in the mirror even if I don’t deserve to fantasize about you and kiss you, like earlier.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You fantasized about me? How?”
“Naughty. Very very naughty.”
“Now I’m flattered.” I pressed his palm against my face and kissed it. His jaw clenched instantly. “I’d love to make your fantasy come true.” I placed his hand on my chest. “Show me how.”
He swallowed hard but kept his eyes on me. “Are you sure?”
“Just so you know. It’s been a while for me.”
“Me too, Storm. How long?”
“Since I stowed away.”
“And you wanna do it with me?”
“Don’t you?”
“You don’t have to ask.” He leaned over to kiss me on my lips.
I willingly opened myself to him. His hand started exploring-mine as well.
I traced every inch of his ripped back, which contracted against my touch. He continued kissing me on my lips, down to my chin and traced his lips down to my neck. He kissed me, ran his tongue, and sucked and licked my skin.
My fingers clawed his back as I let go of soft whimpers.
And I was already wet. I could feel it.
He then unclasped my bra, slowly freeing my breasts. His eyes lit up and pinned there for a while as if he was relishing his gift.
“I don’t wanna know who pierced you.” His voice was thick and deep.
I gasped at the first touch of his thumb on my pierced nipple before my breast filled his hands. My parents would disown me if they knew I got piercings, but I didn’t care for now.
He palmed my breast, the size just perfect for his hand. He then plucked the tip with his fingers, toying with the piercing, hardening my nipple even more.
Rome smiled. “You’re beautiful.” His last words barely left his mouth before he captured my nipple and suckled it.
I moaned louder. My eyes fluttered close as I gave his hair a soft tug, and my hips moved restlessly.
The lava of desire flowed through my veins as he nipped, added a bite of his teeth, tugged it, and then soothed the pain with his tongue.
He switched to the other, giving the same attention while he palmed the other.
“Tell me to stop.” His voice was buttery.
“Don’t. And you’re still awfully dressed.” My words left my mouth in just a second, and he took his shirt off.
That was when I noticed a scar, not bigger than a coin. I was quickly sitting up on the bed, tracing it. He stiffened against my touch, his jaw locked.
“How did you get this?” I looked at him. He met my gaze, searching for something I didn’t know. Disgust? Because he wasn’t perfect?
“Last tour.”
“There’s nothing ugly about this, Rome.” I bent down to kiss it.
He groaned. His muscles contracted against my lips.
“Lie down.”
He did as I said.
I unbuttoned his jeans. “Where are you hiding it?”
He folded his arms behind his head, but his stare burned its way across my chest.
“I don’t have big boobs.”
He chuckled. “They’re perfect.”
I pulled his jeans and his boxers down. His length sprung free-hard, veins protruded as if so proud to be there. I found myself licking and biting my bottom lip as desires flooded through me, making me wetter.
The size, length, and thickness were impressive.
“Now you are disappointed.”
I raised a brow as my lips spread to a smile. “Clearly, you aren’t an expert in reading people. You don’t have a tattoo?”
“Just making sure you’re not changing your mind if you don’t find any.”
I pulled his jeans off his feet. He was now spread out in front of me. I got out of bed and took off the remaining clothes on my body.
I was fully naked on the foot of the bed when he cursed out. I was always confident about my body. As a royal, I followed protocol regarding diet and maintaining healthy.
“Should I dress up?”
“Fuck no.” I wasn’t aware he was already sitting on the bed until I crawled back.
“Lie back down, Langston. That’s an order.” I pushed him down, settled between his legs, and wrapped my hand around his impressive cock.
“Yes, ma’am.” Rome groaned against my touch, and my hand could barely accommodate his length.
I stroke it for a while, paying attention to its shaft. His breathing turned increasingly uneven, his eyes squeezed shut, and his muscles strained everywhere.
He was about to reach me when I stopped him. “Hands behind your head.”
“I didn’t imagine this,” he complained.
“So do I, but live a little, right?” I darted my tongue out, licking the tip of his head.
“Fuck.”
I teased him some more before I shoved him into my mouth.
“Storm. Fuck me.”
I pulled my mouth with a suck. “Is that a good curse or a bad curse?”
“Are you kidding me?” His chest was heaving.
“Just so you know, I haven’t done it before.”
His eyes cracked open in surprise.
I captured him again. This time his head reached my throat, and I almost gagged,
“Fuck.” He groaned louder. “Feels so fucking good.” His words bubbled in his mouth.
I did a suction as I pulled it in and out.
“Storm, enough. You’re killing me.”
“Isn’t that the point.”
“You made your point, sweetheart.” He held my hand and pulled me to him. He then wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over.
I was instantly underneath him, kissing me hard and wet and such savagely. He then broke free.
I found myself spread out and vulnerable.
Rome gripped my legs and bent my knees before he settled between my legs. My skin buzzed in excitement, and my heartbeat surged into overdrive as I knew where it was going.
Before I could take another breath, his mouth was on me without warning. I gasped in surprise. He feasted on me like he had been starved for weeks. He sucked my clit hard, causing me to writhe underneath him, trying to clamp my thighs close.
His groan of protest sent a vibration to my clit that had almost brought me to the edge. I tugged his hair instead, and my hips bucked as he bit my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Breaths bubbled in my throat. Grip clawed against his sheets.
Muscles restrained everywhere.
I honestly missed these feelings. I enjoyed sex and orgasms, but right now, I expected fireworks and explosions at any moment.
When he fucked me with his tongue, it was game over. My hips bucked, pushing my pussy into his face as he thrust his tongue into me.
“Oh, God!” Heat blasted into my bloodstream. “Don’t stop,” I cried, a soft, pleading sob. He then went to sucking me in, pulling on my hard clit and lapping me savagely before he entered his big digit into me.
One suckled, and I exploded.