Page 69 of Don't Break My Heart
We walk through a back hall lit with only low wall lights, flocked wallpaper lining the walls. He presses in a code and a door swings open to reveal a luxury suite. I know what this game is, a roulette-style wheel that’s flirty to start with but gets increasingly more intense and steamy as the night goes on. Nothing that they agreed to is off limits. When our contestants play, there will be champagne and desserts waiting here for them as well. All a part of the seduction of game three. I haven’t named it yet, but it requires something sexy.
Romeo doesn’t stop in the room by the wheel, though. He keeps moving with me through to the adjoining bathroom, not putting me down until the two of us are in the double shower together.
“What about game three?” I ask, staring up at him, almost mystified after what we have just been through together. He didn’t for one second freak out or make me feel unsafe. He talked me through every step, his deep confident voice taking away my insecurities. And I realize that’s what it was that made me want him the first night I met him. It was his confidence to take care of me. The way he made me feel safe in his presence with just his words. It wasn’t about me trusting him at all. He made me feel safe.
“Fuck game three, you’re freezing, I need to get you warm. Besides, I’ve had all the fucking foreplay I need, haven’t you?”
I smirk back at him, looking deep into his eyes. This is when we’re at our best, but it’s not why I love him. “I’m going to combust as soon as you touch me.”
His smile broadens, and he moves to turn on the shower, steam instantly filling the space. “Let’s get you out of this wet dress.” He unzips the back, shoving the fabric down my waist and onto the floor.
I reach for his shirt, unfastening each button while he strips out of his suit pants, followed by his underwear. Then his hands are back on me, and my bra is gone in one fast flick of his wrist and my panties are next.
He backs me up to the tile wall, the warmth of the shower inching its way under my skin. He squirts some body wash into his hand and runs it over my body, lathering me up. I turn in his arms, letting him glide his fingers over every inch of my skin. Over my arms and tits, down my stomach till he takes each leg in his hands and runs the soap up the length of them, taking his time. Then his hands slide higher up in between my legs, and I moan out as he runs his fingers over my pussy.
“You really are on edge, aren’t you, my greedy girl.”
I stare up at him, getting lost in his eyes, then his mouth drops to my lips and he kisses me savagely, devouring my murmurs of pleasure as he plays with my pussy. Then I’m shoved back into the tile wall as he dips his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking ferociously. Dear God, he really is going to eat me alive tonight.
I reach for him, taking his massive cock in my hand, and I stroke him. He’s hard and smooth and everything I need right now. My pussy throbs, desperate to be filled up, his playing not nearly enough.
He takes the other nipple in his mouth, his hands digging into the fleshy part of my ass as he lifts me. He presses my back to the wall and hooks my legs over his shoulders, burying his head between my legs.
I grip the tile wall behind me with one hand, while the other moves into his hair as he pleasures me with his tongue. “Yes, Romeo, oh, God, that feels so good.”
He chuckles into my pussy as he keeps eating me, his tongue flicking over my clit in a way that’s just criminal.
Without warning, my pussy clenches and I convulse, cumming in a massive wave. “Romeo,” I moan his name as a plea. I need more, so much more.
He keeps sucking until I have stopped humping his face shamelessly. Then he pulls back, helping me safely back to my feet. “You weren’t kidding, I think that was a record.”
I slap his chest playfully. “It was that tongue flicking thing. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He lifts me and throws me over his shoulder. “Hope you’re warm enough now.” He marches me back through the room and tosses me down on the bed.
I gaze up at him, my cheeks flushed and body tingling all over for more. “What if I’m not?”
He stares down at me, and I’m sure he’s imagining all the dirty things he wants to do to me. I can see it in the sexy-as-fuck expression on his face. “You will be.” He drags my feet so they are hanging over the edge of the bed, then lifts me at the waist. My legs fall out wide so he can stand in between, then he plunges deep inside of me in one move.
I cry out, unable to help it, suddenly so damn full. He fucks me like an animal, with deep thrusts that have me seeing stars and crying his name. I cling on to his biceps as I watch him. He’s so fucking gorgeous. So alive like this, and I realize how much I have missed this side of him. I need this closeness, we both do. It’s more than chemistry, it’s a deep-seated desire to be this close to him. I felt it from the first moment our eyes locked across the room at my birthday party.
“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” His lips meet with mine, and he shows me every bit what I mean to him. “If you walked away from me today, it would have killed me.”
“I know.” I run a hand through his hair. “I fucking love you too. Even if I hate you a little sometimes as well.”
He smirks down at me devilishly. “I can live with that, as long as you don’t block me out. Next time you’re angry, hate-fuck me. We can always work out our differences between the sheets.”
I can’t help but laugh at him. “Sounds like a good idea now, but we both know if I hate-fucked you a week ago, it would have been more pain than pleasure.”
“It’s all the same to me, sweetheart, as long as you’re letting me touch you.” He moves me so I’m on my stomach, bent over the edge of the bed, and I press my ass back, ready for him to fill me again. He thrusts deep inside of me, holding me close so I can feel every deliberate movement. His lips place kisses down my back with every pump. His other hand moves around my front, skating over my stomach and down through my short pubic hair. Settling on my clit, he toys with me, stroking over my sensitive nub as he fills me from behind.
My fingers tangle into the sheets, and I grip on, taking every damn thing he has for me. Then I’m gone, screaming his name, floating on a high as my body convulses around his cock and fingers.
“Yes, sweetheart, milk my cock, I need to fill you up.” He grunts, thrusting into me even deeper as he fills me with his own release. He places kisses down my spine as he pulls out.
I roll onto my back and stare up at him. He collapses onto the bed beside me and pulls me into him, holding me so close I can feel how fast his heart is beating.
“Please don’t block me out again, if you’re angry talk to me.”
