ROME
I knew this day would come when your own making would bite you back in the ass. And it was happening right now, and I couldn’t do anything to avoid it.
I still fought the urge with every bit of my sanity left not to carry her, throw her in the bed, and do what had been in my head that drove me crazy for two months. And I have been celibate since- when she was about to reach her ecstasy, I teased her some more and then let her come around my tongue and licked her dry. And maybe I began making her ache again until she begged me to fuck her. But before that, I would feast her first.
I missed her taste, body, lips wrapped around me, and tight, warm pussy. All I did in the bathroom was jacked off- I was fully loaded all the time, and every time I saw her sweet ass swaying before me, her pert tits and nipples hardening as if she was cold or remembering naughty things we did together, I had to think of something nasty.
Right now, she just joined me in bed and slipped into my duvet as if this was what we did every night, living together as if we were a married couple.
I was still trying to cool down my raging hard-on. I drew deep breaths.
“So, my gown is almost done. I got an update this morning.”
I looked down at her, she was facing me, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at the ample amount of skin on her chest.
I slipped my legs off the duvet, and her lips spread into a smile.
So this was how we dealt with our needs from now on before we got married-teased each other?
“You really came over here just to talk about your gown?”
“Maybe, among other things.” She bit her bottom lip because she knew I was watching her.
“I’m tired.” I turned to my side. “You can stay if you want to.”
For a second, I thought she would behave. My hard-on started to cool down. My pulse lowered, then there she was. She moved close to me, pressed her tits against my back, and placed her arm on my waist.
“Sweetheart, good night.”
“Is it really a good night? I mean, we could do something cool.” She traced her fingers on my lower abdomen, up to my chest.
“Cool? I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me, and may I remind you of our contract.”
“So we will just let the contract controls us? Well, there’s no different than the palace, Langston.”
“Let’s get some rest, Storm.”
“I’m wet, though.”
I inwardly groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, and she felt every muscle in my body contract. “Careful now, Storm.”
“I don’t see you a coward, Langston. And you teased me and made me wet, and now you’re just gonna turn your back on your turn-on fiancée? Aren’t you gonna give me relief?”
“Do you think this is what it’s all about?” I glanced at her over my shoulder. “I’m honoring the terms.”
“Fuck the terms.”
“Language, sweetheart. I don’t want your family to think I am the one who influenced you.”
“Who else, babe? But I’ve known words since I was a kid.”
“Then keep it that way. Don’t curse around.”
“I’ll just touch myself then.”
I froze as a corpse. I thought my heart stopped beating when her hand was gone, and she pulled the duvet above her waist, and maybe she slipped her hand inside.
She gasped, and I imagined her touching herself, spreading her thighs open as she pressed her little finger on her swollen clit, and began stroking herself. “God, I miss you, babe.”
I thought my teeth would crack as I clenched them so hard.
My body burned.
My blood sizzled.
My cock hardened.
The movement of the sheet proved she was pleasuring herself.
A low moan escaped from her throat. “God, it feels so good. I imagine it’s your finger, Langston, rubbing my hard clit. Ahh. Your tongue stroking my fold.” She threw her head back. “God, I miss you. I’m touching my tit now, squeezing it, pinching and tugging my nipple. It aches, babe, but I love the pain and the pleasure it brings. It makes me so wet. I’m dripping.”
We felt like we were having phone sex. The only difference was she was just behind me, and I felt every fucking thing.
Fuck.
I blew a steady breath, blocking her sound, her movements, whatever she was doing.
A soft whimper came from her. It was no use.
I was losing my mind, and it was because of my anger and my moral fucking compass when my relationship was on the brink of falling apart, and the woman I fucking loved was finger-fucking and pleasuring herself.
“Sweetheart, stop. Please?”
“I’m close.” She shuddered. When she did that, I knew she was close. She started clamping around me. I knew how it felt. It was fucking mind-blowing. The pleasure was unbearable.
“Storm, stop.” I turned quickly and faced her. And I found her slipping her finger into her mouth, sucking it, releasing it with a pop.
My eyes widened, and my mouth gaped at what I saw. She looked so gorgeous it almost brought me to the edge.
“You really let me fuck myself alone because of what? Your fragile ego? Your moral? Your fucking contract?”
I shut my mouth and clenched my jaw, unable to speak.
“Do you still remember how I taste? Or you probably have tasted someone else’.”
“What?” My voice was barely audible. My skin was still buzzing.
“I just tasted myself, Langston. You can kiss me and taste myself, too.”
My cheeks burned.
“Do you want to feel my wetness?”
I shut my eyes close. When I opened them, she was glaring at me.
I glared back. “Do you know how many times I jacked off in the bathroom? Every night. Every time I looked at you, you reminded me of sex. Hard raw sex. You are a pure desire and sex to me, Storm. You are also divine, elegant, smart, beautiful, and graceful, and you elevate my respect above my head. You are my fiancée, my future wife, and I would never strain the trust you gave for me. I would never break your heart by sleeping around. I haven’t slept with anyone other than you, and it was the day you broke my heart.”
Her eyes softened, and she blinked them off quickly, but she kept them locked with mine.
“I have no intention of keeping your desire unsated. In fact, I’m counting the days of our wedding and our honeymoon. And fuck, it’s not about my ego, or moral, or contract, it’s about us, our relationship, and we haven’t been engaged for three months. You already think that I cheated on you.” I shook my head. “No. I didn’t. I swear to you with my fucking life.”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked.
“You kept saying that, but clearly, you would never learn and understand what that’s mean and never fully trust me.”
“I do.”
“No, Storm.”
She held my wrist. “I do. I know I failed you.”
“Miserably, sweetheart.” I sighed. “Did you come?”
My question surprised her. She met my gaze again. Pain brewed in her eyes.
“You faked it, didn’t you? If you want my attention, all you have to do is come and talk to me.”
“I did not.” I could barely hear her words.
“You did not?”
“I did not touch myself.”
“Then why did you do that?”
“I was teasing you back.”
“Okay.” I blew a breath. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay. Good night.” She got up and was about to get out of bed.
“Stay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Night, Langston.”
“Night, Storm.
***
“The master has a secret passage down to the study. But I don’t want an elevator.”
“From the first floor.” The project manager, Elia, thought as she looked at the blueprint of the house I purchased.
It was a three-story newly built villa as big as the manor with a modern structural design and a massive lawn. And I couldn’t wait for the to come as I watched my children play in the backyard.
The manor had grown to me, but Carly decided a house on our own was a good idea. I wanted it fully furnished before our wedding. And I wanted to surprise Carly.
“Yes. To the ground.”
“Yes. It’s possible. We can make a door from the walk-in closet. Then spiral stairs to the study.”
“Mr. Langston, you have a visitor,” said my assistant, Warren.
“Who?” The entire office went silent.
Fuck.
I quickly rolled the blueprint as soon as Carly sauntered in. Otherwise, it would ruin my surprise.
“Is it bad timing?” She bounced her gaze between Elia and me. Elia was voluptuous and something that Linden would enjoy in his bed.
“Your Royal Highness.”
“Sweetheart, what a surprise?” I met her halfway, and I wanted to kiss her so badly if only this were in the U. S, but she had an image to protect. So I kissed her on the cheek, but Carly’s naughty side came to play. She angled her head, and I kissed her on the lips instead.
The employee around us erupted to giggle.
“Busy?”
“Not really. I was discussing remodeling.”
“This office?” She was with me during the opening of SH Global HQ.
“Our home.” It sounded so good, and she smiled, the kind of smile I always saw back in the cabin.
“Oh, may I see it?”
“I’m way behind schedule, Storm.”
“A surprise then?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Can I take you to lunch?”
I smiled. “Of course. You’re free?”
“I free my schedule.”
“Okay. Anyway, the project manager, Elia,” I introduced Elia to Carly before she thought I was going to cheat on her for this woman. I saw the look earlier and wanted to clear the air before she overthought it.
“Hi.” She shook Elia’s hand. “Do you mind if I borrow him?”
“He’s all yours, ma’am.” Elia turned to me. “I will forward the plan tomorrow, Mr. Langston. Then you can tell me the adjustment you want to make.”
“Thank you, Elia.” I faced my woman. “Ready?”
I carpooled in her car. She seemed relaxed and in a good mood. She chose a nature-inspired open restaurant.
“This is awesome.” I looked around.
“You haven’t tried the food.”
“Can’t wait.” I helped her to the chair, and I sat across hers. “I know you were hurt before, and I get that you are cautious- ”
“I’ve been keeping it to myself for years. My relationship with a businessman before Stellan was pretty different than we have. He was open.”
“How?” I felt like I was not going to like her answer.
“I knew it would never pan out. He enjoyed kinks.”
“What the- you mean-” I was shocked. Had she involved herself?
As if she read my mind, she answered, “Not with me. But he liked sex clubs and bondage, and he enjoyed group sex. I even found him with three women in the hotel room. I was supposed to say goodbye after we broke up.”
“What the fuck? You just broke up with him, and he was already in a threesome? Are we safe to talk about it here?” he whispered.
She smiled. “Yes. My cousin owned this place. Don’t worry. That’s why I bought you here.”
“Have you tried?”
“No.”
“Are you curious?”
“Not really. Unless you are into those things.”
“No, sweetheart. I’m a one-woman man. Unless you want to try something new.”
“I’m not into it. I enjoyed privacy a lot. And I certainly want you alone for myself.”
It made me smile, knowing she still wanted me.
“I can be possessive and jealous. So those sorts of things won’t work out for me,” she admitted, even if I already knew.
“Good to know.”