“Fuuuuuuuuuuu,” I started to say but the closing consonants of the word dissolved into dribble.
Rome re-gripped my hips and increased our speed. He mumbled something I could hear over the sound of my own moaning. I wanted to ask if he liked it but realized how silly and redundant of a question that was. I arched my back to sink into the moment while he took whatever he wanted from me. Kept pounding both fists into the mattress with every renewed, deeper thrust.
His lube-covered hands slid down my back until he reached my shoulders, then tugged up. I got the hint and went from all fours to kneeling. My back connected with his chest. One arm around my waist, the other on my hip, my legs on the outside ofhis. Fuck, he was so tall it was like leaning against a column for support. I didn’t need anything in front of me for leverage. I just needed him to hold on.
I worked my thighs like I had just finished a marathon. I bounced up and down on his long cock while his grip kept me centered. His breath was on my neck, teeth gnashing lightly at the skin of my earlobe, tongue seeking new places to explore. I bounced on his lap until my thighs burned. I could have come at his bursting moans and the sound of his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Gonna come,” he groaned into my ear. “Can I come?”
If I hadn’t been an entity of a single neuron seeking only pleasure, I would have thought his question was sweet and courteous.
“Whatever you want,” I said between breaths. My hand had reached to cup the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into my neck as he sucked at it. “I’m yours. Use me, Rome.”
Oh. He liked hearing that. He took over thrusting. Suddenly his hand was between my shoulder blades and forcing me back to the bed. I crashed down, face first, as his hands went to my hips. Heliftedme, pulled the lower half of me off the bed as he slammed his cock all the way in.
The scream that came outta me. Something inhuman. “Use me,” I shouted into the pillow. I repeated it to myself over and over as Rome invigorated with new life. A slow windup. A pitch coming at him. Ready to hit a homer. I knew that sound.
I reached down and jerked off my own cock as Rome’s voice hit a crescendo. With a sudden ferocity, he came inside me, roaring out his pleasure as I hit my third stroke. My entire body went aflame, spreading from my dick to every last inch of my skin as I came onto the bed at the same moment Rome climaxed.
We groaned as one, his thrusting a slamming motion that made me unload spurt after spurt of come. I could feel his dickpulsing inside me as he did the same.
Breathless pleasure. Where once there was roaring voices there we now silent screams as we finished the dregs of come that our bodies could produce.
Sudden weakness now, a body spent from a full day of pleasure. My chest lowered until it fell onto the bed and come that decorated the spread below me. Then Rome collapsed atop me, his incredible weight suddenly on me. His face found mine smashed into the pillow where we weakly kissed each other, exchanging rapid breaths with sweaty lips.
Once more I reached around to cup the back of his head while we attempted sloppy kisses.
I could have fallen asleep like that, with him still inside me, the weight of his protection over me. Safe from everything. Everyone.Anything.
So I closed my eyes as my breathing slowed. I sank into the moment as if I could protract it. I knew I would never need anything else. His body would always be enough to satisfy me in a way I had never been before.
He moved first and started to pull out but I stopped him with a sharp gesture. “No,” I said, breathy, still high on coming. “Stay like this.”
Rome sank back onto me and kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips. “Anything for you,” he replied.
I reveled in the moment, the feeling of his still-hard cock inside me. I knew immediately I would seek a moment like this in the future, perhaps as often as possible. I had never felt safer in my entire life than I did in that moment. Fully connected to someone I loved, who could protect me, keep me safe. Would never harm me.
I gave into how weary my body had become. Again, as if by intuition, Rome read the moment and angled his top half so he didn’t keep crushing me. My body took in a full breath.
I fell asleep with a smile on me lips. Perfectly content with the perfect man and his perfect body.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alex
WESATINthe living room together while the laundry finished. Tomorrow, Rome would fly out to Annapolis to resume playing, although he said he wasn’t sure if they’d put him on the field. He would likely find out tomorrow on the flight. He confided that he needed to get back out there, but would be secretly thankful if he had the continued opportunity to rest his body. We had been…busythe last couple of days. I’m not sure he got much sleep.
I had my laptop with me, which I placed on the glass coffee table in front of us. Rome sat at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, while he thumbed through his phone. Both of us hadn’t been online much since arriving at the house. Emma texted him earlier in the morning and said he should get caught up with headlines, and to call her on the ride back to Lexington.
So together, we explored the headlines and crawled through social media.
Whatever exuberance Rome had over the last two days dissipated into a brooding silence as his thumb repeated the same scrolling motion. His chin rested in his other hand, the corners of his lips drawn down.
“It’s all questions and hearsay,” I finally said after abouttwenty minutes of doomscrolling. “Nobody has given anyone any kind of definitive answer.”
Rome lethargically turned to look at me and said, “Which is an answer in itself.”
I pointed to my laptop screen. I had navigated to a popular sports news site. “Look. It’s not even the main headline. They’re talking about the Allentown Thunder making postseason.” I made a dramatic show of scrolling down the page. “See? You’re closer to the bottom of the page.” The headline read, “Moretti Rumors Continue to Swirl.”
