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“You can, and you will. You say you’re sorry, then prove it.”
He said the same thing when I realized I was wearing his mom’s sweatshirt. How far do I have to go to prove my apologies are authentic?
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him honestly. He grins widely. Rome looks at me like I’m a toy he wants to break, and he has no idea how many cracks this is already causing.
“Oh, Freckles. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be sucking dick like a hooker.”
I can’t breathe. My chest is rising and falling, but it doesn’t feel like air is actually entering my lungs, or expelling from them. I try to tell myself this isn’t the same thing as what Winton did to me. I could shove Rome back and refuse, but I don’t want to face the consequences of that. I don’t want to risk my new friends being on his war path. And I don’t want him to sabotage my future.
If this is what will make him believe I really am sorry, then I have to do it.
Feeling dizzy and unsure of what the hell I’m doing, I circle my tongue around his swollen head, allowing him to guide himself inside my mouth. I keep my hands at my sides, my fists balled in tight knots.
I can do this. It’s no longer just about earning Rome’s forgiveness. Now my reputation in Willow Creek is at stake. I have no doubt when Rome sets his sights on destroying someone, he follows through. So I have to make sure this is the best damn blow job of his life.
With his hand on the back of my head, he inches me forward while guiding his cock into my mouth. I open wide, taking care not to bite him, though the thought crossed my mind.
Bite him and run. That’ll teach him not to blackmail people.
But I don’t. I remain still as Rome moves his hips back and forth, watching the tight seal of my lips around his shaft.
My cheeks hollow as I suck him deeper into my mouth and the groan he lets out has heat racing to my core. The tip of his dick grazes the back of my throat and I feel a shiver run through his body.
Rome flattens his palm on my head, rolling his hips to my sucking motions. I focus on the scent of his cologne that wafts in and out of my nostrils—it’s earthy and crisp and allows me to step out of this moment. I imagine myself walking through a forest in the rain, feeling the small droplets of water hit my nose.
I’m snapped back to reality when Rome lets out a guttural growl. Something strange happens inside me. I begin to revel in the control I have over his pleasure. I can make this good for him and maybe that will be enough. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing, but I’ve watched porn, so I try to do what those girls do.
My tongue dances along the length of him, taking in every inch and swirling around the head with each stroke. His legs shake and my hands reach out to grab them as I bob my head without him having to force me. Both of his hands slam into the wall behind me as he sucks in a breath.
Suddenly, he pushes himself farther into my mouth. I gag. The corners of my eyes sting from hot tears. But they’re not tears of sadness. It’s a bodily reaction from his forceful thrust.
As I push up on my knees to get a better angle, I can feel the wetness between my legs. I want someone to make me feel as good as I am making Rome feel right now.
I’m not sure when I went from being an independent woman to someone on their knees for a man as an apology. Or when I went from being uninterested in sex to horny as fuck. But Rome ignited something in me in the storage room and whatever it was, it can’t be undone until I feel the ultimate high I’m carrying him to.
Rome moves his hand from the back of my head and puts two fingers beneath my chin, forcing it up. “Watch me, Freckles. I wanna see those eyes when I come in your mouth.”
His husky voice makes my eyes become hooded as I stare up at him. He really is beautiful in every way. The veins in his arm bulge as I bring him to the edge.
I can do this. We’re almost there.
I want to surprise him; I want to be more than what he thinks he sees right now. So, before he can stop me, I reach between his legs and grab his balls, massaging them. He gasps as he leverages himself on the wall with his free hand.
“Fuck!” The head of his cock pulsates against my tongue and his features morph into a lustful daze.
I hold my breath, prepared for what comes next. Hot cum shoots onto my waiting tongue as my eyes stay on his.
Instead of swallowing right away, I let the salty, bitter liquid pool. It isn’t until he pulls away that I take it all down in one gulp. We stay there for a minute, frozen. The ache between my legs is throbbing and I want nothing more than a release as powerful as the one I just gave him. For the first time since I’ve known Rome, he isn’t looking at me like someone he hates.
I don’t know what this look is, exactly, but I don’t dislike it. Just when I’m about to say something I would regret tomorrow, Rome shatters the bubble of peace we were in.
He pats his hand to my cheek, condescendingly. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, my heart racing at warp speed while my own tingles of desire shoot through my core.
My stomach churns with a mixture of Rome’s cum and my own regret. I have to stop allowing myself to get into these situations. Rome and I cannot be alone together anymore. I may be strong, but being on Rome’s bad side isn’t something either of us will survive.
“Are we even now?” I ask him softly, hoping this is the end.
