Page 69 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

I should say no. But I don’t. “Yes,” comes out and in that instant I realize what I’m doing. I’m giving in to his request. It’s not happening tonight, but that’s what my yes means. I’m going to do this. I’m going to let him do all those things he put in the drawings.

His finger pushes inside me and my back arches just as his lips cover my nipple and begin to suck. He nibbles, then bites. I suck in air through my teeth just as his mouth claims mine.

We kiss. His tongue pushing into me, his lips soft, then hard. He bites my lip, bites my tongue, and then he’s soft again. Caressing me, and whispering things like, “You’ll love it, Ivy. Or we won’t do it,” between the nips and the tender touches.

This isn’t even kissing. Not even close. He’s making love to my mouth with his words, and his promises, and his control.

His finger pumps me hard, then harder, making my knees draw up towards my chest. One strong hand pushes them down, then opens them up wide, so he can position himself on top of me.

His hard cock is between my legs, both hands in my hair, fisting and pulling until I open my eyes and see him smile.

“Are you ready to try something new?”

I nod and say, “Yes,” because I know he won’t keep going unless I am explicit in my consent. And I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. I can say no. He said I’m allowed to say no at any time. “Yes,” I say again as he watches me.

He enters me. I’m so wet and ready for him, there is none of the painful friction of yesterday. He fills me up easily, pushing inside me so far, I gasp.

But his mouth is back on my mouth. Telling me all the things I need to hear. “You’ll love it,” he says. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll scream.”

I’m whispering, “Yes,” over and over again as his rhythm picks up. His hips pressing against me, my bound hands trapped between us, pushing him back.

“I love that, Ivy. I love that your hands are tied. That you feel helpless. Just remember,” he says, leaning down into my ear. “You can tell me no.”

“I’m saying yes.”

One hand goes to my throat, pressing against my windpipe. My eyes fly open to watch his face as he watches mine. The pressure increases and I struggle a little. My hands fisted up, tied together, pushing him back, and back. But he presses on. Kissing me still. He never stops kissing me as he thrusts harder, and harder, and harder.

I am screaming in his mouth. He is biting my lip and then my neck. The pressure on my throat eases and I take in a long breath of air, just as it increases again.

He pounds me. My legs are unable to stay still. They come up to my chest, only giving him better access. He moans into my scream and the choking continues, pressing as I squirm and writhe.

“Come,” Nolan says between the light touches of his lips on mine. “Come, Ivy. I need you to come first or everything will be ruined. I’ll ruin you if you don’t come. And I can’t ruin you. I haven’t even fucked you in the ass yet.”

Just as he says the word ass, his fingers are there. Pushing inside me, filling me up. It hurts, but then… it feels good. It feels so fucking good my head spins and the climax is there. Building up, and up, and up until… I am out of control. I am moaning, and screaming, and begging him to never, ever stop this moment.

He’s laughing as he pulls out and comes on my breasts. I force my eyes open just as the warm gush of semen streams out. And I watch him pump the tip of his thick hard cock as he scoots up my body and places it in my mouth.

I suck him. I lick him and seal my lips around his head as he continues to pump his hips for a few more seconds before letting out a long breath and falling off to the side.

His arms wrap me up, positioning me on my side and pulling my back into his chest. “Holy fuck,” he says, breathing heavy from the exertion.

I feel like I will never get enough air in my lungs. My whole body shuts down as I gasp for air, and understanding, and stillness.

But then I just give in and enjoy it. I meld against him. His heart is beating as fast as mine. I can feel it against my back. His hand comes up to my breast, but he doesn’t squeeze. He places it flat. Like he’s searching for the beat of my heart too. So we can feel each other in this moment. Feel the excitement we created and the aftermath of calm.

“I could get used to this, Miss Rockwell. I could do this every night.”

I push away all my hesitation from earlier. All the fear, and the talk, and the negotiations.

And I just enjoy it as we fall asleep, wrapped tightly around each other.

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nolan

A buzzing phone wakes me and I sit up in bed, wondering what time it is. Ivy is still asleep, her face awash in yellow-orange light from the setting sun that makes her glow.

I get up and look around for my shorts and find them in the bathroom. The buzzing has stopped but another buzz tells me there’s a voicemail. I pull the phone out of my pocket, tab it, recognizing Claudette’s number.

“Nolan,” her message says. “Where is that girl? Did you take her home? Where is she? This is bad news. I need to talk to you now. Now, Nolan. I’m not joking.”