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Both of us moan, our heads falling back until we’re gazing at the ceiling tile. Rome’s hands stay pressed against my hips as I begin to grind on top of him, motivated by the strength in his hands and the movement in his hips beneath me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he tells me, lust hot on is breath. “How could I ever deny us when you've turned my world upside down? You're so incredible.”
I keep moving, riding his cock with more and more enthusiasm as my pussy responds with a flood of wetness. Rome’s hands slowly make their way up my body, squeezing as they go and forcing my shirt over my head. He snatches my bra off like its presence offends him, and lunges forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other between his fingers. The sensitivity of my nipples makes the entire thing unbelievably erotic, and it spurs me forward.
“God, yes,” I exclaim as I pick up speed, cupping Rome’s head so that he doesn't let go. “Keep sucking it. Please, Sir. Suck it hard.”
“Yeah? You want me to keep going? Say it again, my little goddess. Tell me what you want.”
“Please keep playing with my nipples,” I say for the first time in my entire life. I never knew I was into nipple play, but my eyes have been opened today even though this is just the tip of theiceberg. There is so much more we could explore in this area, but for now, all I want is his mouth on me.
“Good girl,” Rome praises. “I’ll give you what you want.”
He leans forward again, sucking my nipple into his mouth with an aggressive force that borders on pain. I close my eyes and sink into it, still grinding as my breathing becomes labored.
“Yes. Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Please don't stop.”
Rome moans as he keeps his mouth on my bare breast, sucking hard. For reasons I don't even understand, the feeling of his mouth and tongue on my nipple sends me into a frenzy. I ride him faster and faster, focusing on the feeling of his teeth as they gently scrape across the hardened nub of my breast before clamping down harder.
“Oh fuck,” I shriek as an orgasm sneaks up on me and clutches me by the throat. “Sir, can I … I’m coming!”
My ability to ask for permission is sucked right out of me, but Rome is unbothered, sucking and licking my nipple at the same time as I release all of my stress onto him. My orgasm is high voltage, electrifying my entire body and sending me into uncontrollable convulsions in Rome’s lap. My hips keep moving as I try to prolong the feeling, and just as I'm coming down from heaven, Rome raises his hips and quickly drops them, pulling his cock out of me as he reaches around to stroke himself.
“Oh fuck!” he screams as he fists his cock. Warm cum shoots onto my ass and back, and I wish the feeling of him cumming on me would never stop. It feels so good that I want it all over my body, and just like that, I've unlocked two new kinks in one night.
When it’s all over and Rome and I are getting cleaned up, I realize just how insane this day was. We are no longer hiding our relationship in the shadows, and I have no idea what my relationship with Sierra will be like after all of this. My entire reality shifted the moment she peeked through the window inthe breakroom door, but the part of the day that has me sitting on the edge of my seat has nothing to do with that. The biggest shock of the day is something I feel on the inside. Something no one knows but me. I went from hiding my relationship with Rome to concealing something else entirely, and even though Rome and I hold hands as we walk out of Sandcastle together, I'm much more terrified of this new secret getting out.
Thirty-Eight - Rome
“Saluti!”
The three of us clink our glasses together before taking a sip of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio. The mood at the Collazo house is as jovial as it always is, with Isabella working magic in the kitchen to serve Nikola and I the world’s most beautiful chicken parmesan with homemade marinara sauce and penne pasta. I've missed dinners here. The occasion used to happen much more frequently—before Natalia died—and while I do feel a stab of guilt for being here without her, I have to admit that it feels good to be back at my friends’ table again.
The setting of tonight’s delicious dining experience is Nikola and Isabella’s gorgeous off-white dining room. The color alone reflects how bold these two are, because I couldn't imagine sitting down to eat in this room without worrying about sauce splattering or wine dripping onto the white seat cushion beneath me. My mind would drive itself insane with worry thinking about the chances that I could trip on the off-white rug leading from the kitchen to the dining room and spill something,creating a permanent stain on any part of the white and tan tablecloth. But somehow the two of them have managed to even keep the white placemats stain-free. I hope I can keep the streak alive as I cut into my chicken and watch the marinara slide across the plate, threatening to spill over the edge.
After my first bite, I look at Isabella and sigh. “È delizioso, Isabella.”
She turns to me with a smile, her cheeks tinted pink from the amount of wine she has already had to drink tonight while she was cooking. “Grazie, Roma.”
We spend the next few minutes quietly enjoying the meal Isabella prepared, with the only sound at the table coming from forks and knives clanking atop white plates with gold edges, but once Nikola takes a second drink, he finally begins the night’s conversation.
“I've got to tell you, Rome,” he starts with his wine glass firmly in hand and ready to lift as soon as he’s done talking. “I'm proud of you, man. You're starting to look like your old self.”
Isabella finishes her glass of wine and sets it down to pour another from the half-empty bottle. “Yes, Rome. Nikola and I were hesitant to say anything, but you really do look good. It’s so great to see you smiling again.”
“Thank you,” I reply, although I'm actually unsure of how to feel. “Things have been going well both professionally and personally, so I don't have much to complain about. Things have been good.”
A brief pause elapses, but its pregnancy catches my attention. When I see the look on Nikola’s face I feel a hint of suspicion come to life in my gut.
“That’s great, man,” he says before another apprehensive pause that makes my brows crawl together. “So, uhh … how are things going with Nia?”
There it is—the question the two of them have been dying to ask me the entire night. Nikola and Isabella have always shown a scary amount of interest in my love life since Natalia passed away, and it has never failed to make me unreasonably uncomfortable. I know that they want the best for me and wish to see me happy, but the topic is always touchy because they knew Natalia. We were all very close friends from the beginning to the tragic end, and I've always been bothered by their desire to see me move on. However, they are right about one thing. I'm in a better place right now. It takes a copious amount of work to be as okay as I am, but things truly are better at the moment.
“Things with Nia are great,” I admit aloud for the very first time.
Isabella’s face lights up like a child finding their presents under the tree.
“Oh good!” she chirps. “I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. You've always been so secretive, Rome.”
