Moans filled the air from both of them.
Rome reached between them, gripping his rock-hard length, and slowly touched her, stroking between her slit. She cried out, desperate for more, begging him.
His cock slid down, going to her entrance, holding poised as he broke the kiss. He stared down at her, and she was struck by the green of his eyes. The way he looked at her, it was like he wanted to see into her soul, to possess her, to learn all of her darkest secrets. All that she had was this. Her needs. Her open desire. Rome didn’t look at her with disgust, instead, he embraced her.
The tension of his back had her gasping as with one long thrust, he filled her. He was so big and thick. As he fucked her, there was a point when it was almost too painful and yet at the same time, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Running her fingers down his back, she gasped, and he growled.
In and out, he fucked her hard, taking her deeper.
His lips were back on hers, and with every thrust, he went deeper. She whimpered, begged for him to not stop, and she didn’t for a second think there was any stopping this man.
Rome knew what he wanted, and it was her, all her.
She cried out as he pulled out of her and then flipped her to her knees. Where did he find the strength to move her?
His cock was back inside her, but from this angle, he stroked right over her G-spot. Eyes closed, she rocked back against him, and he held her hips, making her take every single glorious inch.
In and out.
She loved it.
He let go of her hip, but he didn’t stop thrusting inside her.
His fingers stroked between her thighs, teasing her clit.
With just a few strokes over her clit, she was coming, squeezing his cock as he fucked her.
Rome released her pussy, but he wasn’t done exploring as he cupped her ass, pulling apart her cheeks, and groaned.
“Fuck, baby, do you have any idea how fucking cute your asshole is?” he asked.
She glanced over her shoulder, licking her lips as she waited. “You want it?”
In answer, he stroked over her anus, and they both groaned. “And I’m going to have it, but we’re going to have a whole lot of fun first.”
He pressed against her anus, and the pleasure rushed over her, as did the thickness of Rome’s cock.
All of a sudden, his hands were on her hips as he took her harder than before, and she felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He slammed into her one final time, and as he did, she felt every single pulse of his cock as he filled her.
They both cried out as his orgasm went on and on, until together, they finally collapsed on the bed.
“We’re going to have to start wearing condoms,” she said, laughing as she realized how late that was.
“I’m clean,” he said.
“So am I. I’m also on the pill, so I can’t get pregnant.” She wrinkled her nose. “Actually, I still can, because nothing is one hundred percent effective.”
“Still the teacher?”
“Always.” She reached behind her, touching his cheek.
He turned his head, pressing his lips against her palm. “What are your plans for today?”
“I’ve got a few papers to grade. Washing. Cook some dinner. What about you?”
“It’s Sunday. I’ve got dinner with my folks and brothers. Do you want to come?”
She tensed up and turned enough so she could look at him. “Do you think that’s wise?”
“I’m not going to keep it a secret we’re together.”
“Rome, we’ve been on one date, and that didn’t even last into dinner.” They had stopped fucking long enough for Rome to answer her door and to pay for their takeout. They never ate it. She’d eat it later, warming it up in the microwave.
“I won’t scare you by dealing with my parents and brothers.” He kissed her. “But you are going to have to meet my parents.”
“One day. Soon.” She doubted she’d get to meet his parents. It wouldn’t be long before Rome got bored with her, realized she was too old, or that he didn’t want a slut in his bed. That was what seemed to happen.
She didn’t believe she was either of those things, but she was too scared to let herself hope. With Rome, it was different, and she was already nervous about exploring this with him.
Chapter Three
“You’re late,” James said.
Rome glared at his oldest brother. Just because he was happy and married, with children, didn’t mean he could parent him. “You’re not my dad, and I’m fine.”
Caleb whistled. “Look at him, big bro, our boy here has gotten himself laid.” His other brother gripped the back of his neck and gave it a squeeze.
He swatted at them and moved back. “Stop it.”
“Who is the lucky lady?” James asked.
Looking between them, he knew there was no getting away from this. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching.
“It’s Andy Evergreen,” he said. “We’re dating.”
“Holy shit, you did it?” Caleb asked.
“Your teacher. You’re banging your teacher?”
“Don’t call it that.” He didn’t want Andy talked about like that. “Andy and I are dating, and you don’t need to know anything other than that.”
“Did you two sleep together?” Caleb asked.
He turned to the recently married, and very happy, settled, rebellious brother. “It’s none of your business.”
“None of our business. If this shit goes south, we’re going to be the ones to have to clear it up,” James said.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Caleb put his arm around his shoulders. “You’re our baby bro. We’re the ones who take care of you. Keep the bullies at bay.”
“If I seem to recall, it was you that gave me that wedgie during high school. No one else touched me,” he said. No one had bullied him, even though he’d been the oddball Hard boy. Neither sexy nor muscular, nor sporty.
His brothers, on the other hand, had all made women’s panties melt for them.
He’d been nothing.
Running fingers through his hair, he pulled away from them and went to the coffee. Their mother always had the coffee pot on to boil. She was always ready for a meltdown, or some disaster with her sons with cake and cookies in abundance.
“What are you boys doing in here?” she asked.
The scent of dinner was already heavy in the air.
Rome checked the time. It was just after twelve. He’d spent the morning with Andy, making love and fucking her twice more. They shared a quick breakfast, he promised to call her, and then he left, running home to get changed.
He was pretty sure he’d be the talk of the town come Monday, but at the same time, he had his doubts. No one cared about what the last Hard boy was doing, or who he was with. Unlike his brothers, he’d been able to swim underneath the radar for a long time. The townsfolk weren’t interested in the nerdy Hard boy.
Sipping at his coffee, he watched as Caleb got a swat around the back of the head as he stole a freshly baked cookie.
James, as always, got away without a telling off, but their mother did glare at his back.
She turned to him with a smile. “Well, if it’s not one of my favorite boys.”