Page 66 of The Arrangement
My cock slid into his mouth, where it was wrapped in tight wet heat that drove me closer to orgasm. That magic tongue caressed me, and I didn’t ever want the feeling to stop.
As I was getting close to the edge, Rome pulled away and actually rolled off the bed. Yet, by the time I realized what was happening, he returned with a condom and a bottle of lube. He set them aside and lay on top of me, kissing my collarbone.
“From here on out, you have two jobs,” Rome murmured against my skin. “When you don’t feel comfortable, you say stop. And when you like something, you say more. Got it?”
I nodded, an unexpected knot forming in my throat. So perfectly protective.
“When you’re uncomfortable?” he prompted.
“Stop,” I rasped.
“And when you like it?”
“More.”
Rome flashed me a brilliant smile that squeezed my heart.
He resumed kissing and stroking me, shoving how much he’d been holding back in our previous times together. I soared. Every part of me tingled and ached. I couldn’t even form the word “more.” There were only low, guttural moans and desperate, needy whimpers.
Sweat covered me as he steadily worked slick fingers into my hole, stretching me. Pain a bit here and there, but each time, Rome chased it away with more pleasure. I was riding a wave that was growing bigger and bigger, threatening to consume my entire world.
After what felt like hours of delicious torment, he finally pushed inside of me, and I choked out a stunned “Stop!”
Rome froze. A line of sweat streaked down the side of his face as his dark eyes locked with mine.
“Hurt?” he demanded, his voice so rough it was almost unrecognizable.
I mentally double-checked. There was some pain, but not nearly as much as I’d expected. “No, I…” I struggled for the right words, and Rome waited patiently, as if I couldn’t feel his body trembling with need. “Just so full.”
Rome’s smile returned. “It gets even better.”
He retreated slightly and entered again, moving even deeper. The sound that left me was indescribable. This was heaven. The heat and fullness. Such an amazing connection. Why had sex never felt like this before?
By the time he was completely inside of me, I could no longer remain still. I raised my hips, meeting each of his thrusts while clinging to his shoulders.
Rome fucked me so deep. The slap of our sweat-damp skin. The cries of pleasure. Frantic kisses that were mostly teeth and tongue. I loved it all. Nothing had ever felt so right. So completely consuming.
It took three quick strokes of my hand on my cock to come. I shouted Rome’s name, and my lover followed right behind me.
For several minutes, we lay plastered to each other, covered in sweat, cum, and saliva. My body tingled from head to toe, and my brain was fuzzy.
“You okay?” Rome mumbled, his face mostly pressed into a pillow.
“Holy shit,” I panted.
Rome huffed a weary laugh and lifted his head. “That good, huh?”
“Holy shit,” I repeated, because they were the only two words I knew.
He kissed me slowly. Each brush of his lips against mine woke more brain cells, getting real thoughts churning again.
I raised my hand and cupped his cheek, my thumb rubbing along the short beard he wore on his chin and jaw. Rome closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, seeming to soak it in. How was I so lucky? This man was sweet, generous, patient, and so fucking funny. Okay, he could be evil too, but we were good at being evil to each other when pissed. The fact that I got a second chance to be his friend and now lover felt too hard to believe. Rome should have been happily married to a person who worshiped him.
Someone who protected him every moment of the day.
But was that someone me? Could it be me after I was the one who’d hurt him so badly? Dating Rome came with a tremendous responsibility—protecting him and his money from the assholes of the world. What if I fucked up? I’d already screwed up my first marriage. I’d walked away from a job I loved because I couldn’t stand up to my boss.
“Wanna grab a shower? I was thinking of rummaging through the fridge. Finding a snack.”
