Page 65 of The Arrangement
Rome didn’t appear willing to take that chance. In the bedroom, we tore off clothes and fell into his enormous king-sized bed with the velvety soft duvet and giant mound of pillows. I scooted to the center of the bed and put my hands behind my head. It was the first time I was fully naked in front of Rome, but not the first time for the exhibitionist standing at the foot of the bed.
However, this was the first time I let myself really look at him. Fuck, he was sexy. It wasn’t fair. Every inch of him was lean, hard muscle. And on top of that was this dark hair that was silky to the touch. I’d never given much thought to hairy versus not hairy, but on Rome, it was so hot. Everything was neatly trimmed, seeming to highlight his physique.
“Like what you see?” Rome asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Actually, I was debating whether to ask how many hours a week you spend in the gym or who handles all your manscaping?”
Rome threw his head back and laughed. He had the best laugh. So fucking free. Like the world couldn’t touch him. I wanted him to always laugh like that.
He crawled into the bed and lay beside me. We turned on our sides so we could lightly touch and kiss.
“Do you have a preference for what we do? I’m happy to blow you again, if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”
“Sex.”
Rome pulled away and just blinked at me a few times, like that single word wasn’t computing in his brain. It had taken a lot of courage on my part to spit it out, but I’d come to the decision while I was straddling him. I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to know it all. Not have something that was supposed to be so enjoyable and intimate hanging over me like a scary shadow of the unknown.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, and I want to bottom.”
This time, Rome’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out.
Of course, I knew it was going to hurt. I wasn’t a moron, but I also had confidence in Rome that he knew ways to make it hurt a lot less. I trusted him. Rome cared about me and wanted my happiness.
The sexy man tackled me to the mattress with a deep kiss, but as I was kissing him, he retreated. His expression was soft and tender.
“You know, there’s no medal for going from straight to sexy bottom in record time, right? There is no reason to rush into this. There are a lot of things we can still do to get us both off.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not doing this because you think it’s something I want?”
I smirked. “Youdowant it.”
Rome didn’t smile like I thought he would. He glared at me and lifted to hover above me even more. “Not at the risk of rushing you into something you’re not ready for.”
“No, that’s not it. I have thought about it. And maybe watched some porn.” The last part, I added in a low voice, but he still caught it. “I love kissing you. Your blowjobs are amazing. I liked giving you a hand job and feeling you get off, but the idea of sucking your dick makes me nervous. Don’t get me wrong! I want to suck your dick!”
Rome cackled and fell into the pillows because I’d literally shouted that in his face. He rolled over and kissed me. “You’re adorable. Sex doesn’t make you nervous?”
“The idea of fucking you…scares me. It doesn’t appeal. But the idea of you…” My voice failed me, and I swallowed hard.
Rome leaned in, pressing his face to my throat. He licked up to my ear, sending a shudder throughout my body. “But the idea of me pushing inside of you, filling you up,” he whispered in my ear. “That turns you on.”
I swallowed and tried to get saliva in my dry mouth. “Yeah,” I breathed.
“You don’t understand it, but the idea of being fucked makes your ass clench and your dick hard,” he continued, and I could only nod. “You want me to fuck you until you scream, make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
That. That. That.
The shouts and whimpers of every bottom in the porn I’d watched as they’d been fucked into oblivion rang in my head. My brain said it was going to hurt and be terrible, but those men losing themselves to their partners had become a siren call, and I longed for a taste of the ecstasy and freedom they achieved.
While I was still getting my tongue to work, Rome sneaked a hand between us and wrapped it around my cock. He stroked me slowly, and the loudest moan tumbled out of my throat.
Thankfully, Rome didn’t need me to say anything. The man was already proving to be a master of my body. His lips moved down my chest, licking and kissing. He sucked on my nipples until they were hard, aching nubs.
He kissed across my stomach, and that evil mouth skirted my cock completely to kiss the inside of my hip. Just as I was catching my breath to curse him, he licked a long stripe up my dick, stealing my brain away.
