“Please,” she said.
He kissed up her body, taking her lips once again, and she kissed him. His mouth was covered in her release, but he didn’t care.
Sex wasn’t supposed to be clean and clinical.
That was for facts, numbers, the rules.
To him, fucking was dirty, it was hard, it was not neat, clean, or ordered. It was the complete opposite.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he took possession of her mouth as he reached down and grabbed his dick. He put the tip between her slit before he slid into fucking heaven. His woman. His ex-teacher. His everything.
Andy was tight. She was soaking wet, and he knew he should put a condom on, but after feeling her warmth surround him, there was no way he could stop.
As he slammed to the hilt inside her, they both cried out.
She wrapped her legs around him, and he continued to kiss her as he changed the tempo from gently rocking inside her to pounding her hard.
The sofa wasn’t a good sturdy surface, so he pulled her to the floor where he could fuck her hard and fast.
Breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head as he took her harder and faster than ever before. Pounding her, taking her to the peak, keeping her poised at the edge, and feeling his own release close to the surface, but he wasn’t ready to come.
He held himself still inside her, staring at her.
Andy took several deep breaths, waiting. He felt the tightness of her cunt as he filled her.
Slowly, he began to ease out of her until only the tip of his cock filled her. Watching her face, seeing her tits, he slammed to the hilt inside her. He took his time, making her take every single inch of him.
“Fuck, yes,” she said.
“You like that, Andy? Do you like taking my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good, because do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this?” For good measure, he fucked her hard and fast for five thrusts, making her take it all.
She whimpered.
“Ten long years. I watched you all this time. At school, I wanted to strip you naked, bend you over those desks, and taste you. I wanted to see you come. Hear you scream my name.”
“Rome, please.”
“Do you want my spunk?” he asked. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
He held her down and gave her what they both wanted. He drove into her, over and over again, fucking her, taking her, and this time, he didn’t stop. Giving in to his desires, his needs, he slammed into her one final time and growled as he filled her pussy with his cum. His orgasm seemed to go on forever.
At one point, he saw stars and had no choice but to collapse over her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held on to her.
Andy was the perfect woman. Seeing that couple in the park, seeing her reaction, feeling it, Rome knew they were meant to be together. His brothers and the town had seen him as the nerdy Hard boy. The late developer. The oddball.
They didn’t know how he craved Andy. How hungry he was for a woman to be as dirty, as willing to give herself to him in the bedroom as he was willing to do so.
He’d never been like this with other women in town, but he’d found a private club in the city, one that specialized in what he liked, and he’d learned from the best, how to give a woman pleasure. How to take her to the moon and stars, and to draw her back down.
Andy, at heart, was a submissive.
He wasn’t into whips, pain, and chains, and being called Sir. He liked to be in control, and in the bedroom, there were no rules, other than mutual pleasure. There was no need for safewords.
With what just happened, he had a feeling Andy was exactly like him as well.
****
The following morning, Andy opened her eyes.
Rome’s arms were wrapped around her, but she wasn’t freaking out. The events of last night came rushing back. The park. The sex. More sex. Collapsing in her bed with Rome’s promise of talking today.
What would he do today? Would he look at her as if she was some kind of freak? She had always been a sexually open person. Accepting her own needs, enjoying herself.
This was different though.
Her previous partners were … different. Her artist friend had shown her everything she knew.
She’d had three partners in her life. The second one had embraced her love of sex, but he’d struggled to keep his thoughts to himself. When his friends started to treat her like a whore, it had ended their relationship. The last guy, he’d been a curtains-drawn, lights-off, missionary-position kind of guy, and that hadn’t worked.
Then there was Rome.
Last night had been better than she ever imagined. After her failed relationships, she’d vowed to keep her needs under wraps. It had been so long since she’d allowed herself to let go. The couple at the park had been like a spark, igniting her need, and Rome, he hadn’t run, he’d answered the call and flourished.
He’d surprised her.
Glancing behind her, she gasped.
He was awake, watching her.
“Are you trying to think of a logical explanation for last night?” he asked.
She sighed. “Rome, last night was incredible. We both know this, but I know where this goes.”
He raised a brow. “You do?”
“Yes. You’re going to hate me eventually. You’ve been raised to want a sweet town girl, who is nice and will give you kids.” Each word she spoke broke her heart. “I’m the outsider.”
Rome cupped her hip. “Really? I was raised to believe that a woman is to be loved and cherished, and I also know that my parents couldn’t keep their hands off each other, which is why there isn’t a huge age gap between me and my brothers. Do you want to know where I see this going?” he asked.
She frowned. “I’ve just given you an out. Last night—”
“Was amazing and the start of something new.” He sighed. “I don’t know who got into your head, but you’ve got to stop. There’s no place for that shit right now. I don’t see us ending, Andy. I see us doing that again, and again, and again.”
As he spoke, he moved over her. Andy spread her legs wide, and she couldn’t help but notice how perfect he felt between them.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “The only way I will walk out that door is if you tell me that you don’t want me. That you don’t feel this spark.”
She felt it, and it scared her. “I’m older than you.” It was a pathetic excuse, but one she had to use. There was nothing else for her to say.
“Do I look like I care?” At that moment, he pressed his pelvis against hers, and there was no mistaking the hard erection as it dug against her. She arched her back and whimpered from the pleasure of him being so close.
“Do you want me to stop?”
The sane part of her brain told her how dangerous this was. That she shouldn’t fall for him, but she couldn’t bring herself to listen. All she cared about were the feelings Rome evoked. The truth was no one else had ever left her feeling this way.
She groaned as he pulled away. “No, please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
His mouth was on hers within seconds.
Wrapping her hands around his body, she stroked the tips of her fingers up to his hair, sinking them in and gripping the back of his head as he deepened the kiss.