“Then I’m sure.”
I spread my legs wider and pushed my ass back. Behind me, I heard a barely audible gasp.
Fuck me, I loved it. That little gasp. I loved it more than I could remember loving anything. It injected warm honey into my veins and made my heart race.
Romeo dabbed a little more lube on my opening and lined himself up. The slick, blunt head of his cock hit a little too high and then a little too low before settling right where it was meant to be. He notched it into me and thrust gently. At first, that’s all it was, a firm, constant pressure that gradually got harder. I shifted my hips and tried tokeep my breathing even. The pressure on my hole intensified. I felt myself stretch, a deep, slow burn that made my face feel hot. My ass spasmed and tried to clench shut. Romeo’s hands on my hips held me in place as he kept pushing in. A sudden bright burst of pain ripped through me as my muscle gave way. I buried my face in the pillow and cried into it, terrified he’d hear me and stop.
It hurt, but it hurt in a way that made me want more. It hurt in a way that spoke to something inside me. Something that knew it was about to get good.
And it did. Romeo worked me over slowly and thoroughly. Dipping his dick into me more and more with each thrust. Sawing in and out of me, soothing the burn and rubbing pure pleasure into me. It flowed through me. Up me and down me. Hitting me in the chest and making me throw my head back and roar. As I did it, Romeo caught me. He wrapped a hand around my chest and pulled me toward him, reaching around and taking my dick in his hand.
At first, he just held it in that too-soft, too-hard way that drove me insane. My hips started bucking to get more sensation on my cock. I got more dick in my ass for my efforts as well.
“Feels good, Tiger,” whispered Romeo. His voice was hoarse and broken. “Feelssogood.”
I bucked harder, and Romeo’s cock slid deeper inside me. So deep it took my breath away and began a slow dance between pleasure and pain. I didn’t stop or slow down because I could tell Romeo liked it. He’d started to moan in time with my movements, and that drugged me with pleasure. It wasn’t just the physical sensation I was into. It was mental too.
I loved being in his arms.
In his hand.
I loved taking him into my body.
Accommodating him. Housing him. Making him feel good.
“It’s warm inside you.” His hand had moved from my dick to my throat, and when he spoke, I felt his lips move against the nape of my neck. “So hot and so good.”
My hand clamped onto my cock and started to jerk as if my life depended on it. Romeo’s thrusts had grown spasmodic and hard. Frantic. Feral. He wasn’t just moaning anymore. He was shouting his orgasm through tightly clenched teeth. A hot jet of semen erupted inside me, coating my insides, amplifying the slick sounds of his body crashing into mine.
My ass started to clamp down on him almost immediately, white-hot pleasure swelling inside me until survivalseemed unlikely. It was unbearable. Intolerable. I couldn’t contain it. I couldn’t keep it inside.
So I didn’t.
I let go.
I was powder. He was fire. He lit a match and razed me to the ground.
I let him.
When it was done, I fell forward onto my belly. He set me down gently and pulled out of me. The emptiness was a shock. I hated it. I whined from the shock before I had time to stop myself.
Romeo soothed me with soft sounds and hot hands on my back. He held himself up over me on his hands and knees, crooning into my ear, waiting until I calmed.
As he got off the bed, he leaned down and dropped a kiss right between my shoulder blades and another on the small of my back. Off-center. To the right of my spine.
Both kisses were soft. Feathery and light. So light I may have thought I’d imagined them if his lips hadn’t punched open a portal straight to my soul.
15
“Mad blood stirring”
Now
“So, how are thingsin good ole Alabaster?” I’m in the guest room at Romeo’s with the door closed, and I have Lexi on the phone.
“Not too bad. You know how it goes, some things change, some things don’t.”
“I get it,” Lexi says quietly. She really does. Other than therapists and the odd, heavily tattooed, sympathetic-looking bartender, my sister is the only person who knows what happened between Romeo and me. “Heard there’s a new coffee shop though, so some things change.”
