Love Me (The Elites of Cheshire shore #2)

24. Florence

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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“ I need to know if you’re just as sweet here as your mouth.” That’s the only warning I get before Rome’s lips are on my aching breasts. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he continues to nip and bite at my breast while massaging the other, completely worshipping me. My hips have a mind of their own, rocking slowly over the friction on his leg, a sorry excuse for Rome’s rigid hard cock. I suck in a breath, letting my chin drop forward when I exhale. Fuck, I want to ride him. His hands tighten on me, like he’s read my mind and he wants the same thing.

“If I put my hand in your panties, am I going to find you wet?”

“You should already know the answer to that.”

“Hmm.” He sinks his teeth into his lip. He returns his hand to my bottoms, but this time electing to stay on the outside, his fingers finding my clit instantly. He lightly runs over it, knowing it’s nowhere near enough. “That wasn’t what I asked.” I lower my hips, trying to get more contact with his hand in just the right spot, but he pulls away, making his touch soft. “Nuh-uh, answer the question, lolli.”

“Yes,” I answer honestly. “Yes, I am.”

“Good girl.”

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

I nod my head.

“I’m going to need some words here, lollipop.”

“Yes,” I reply. I like the way this is turning out; I can get around this sort of punishment.

“Good girl.” I’m rewarded when he slithers down the seat and tugs my panties to the side. His tongue snakes out as both his thumbs part my lips and he sucks on the tiny numb. My back arches and my vision goes white as my nails dig into the timber paneled wall.

“Oh God, Rome…Don’t stop.”

“You taste like a goddamn lollipop even here.” His tongue moves over my clit, circling it, sucking down hard, and applying just the right pressure to drive me mad. Blood rushes through my ears, my heart pounding, thrumming through my body. I’m too hot. One of my hands leaves the wall to rake through the short hair on his scalp. Encouraging him to keep going. Rome doesn’t need to be told twice. He sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling, teasing, turning every bone in my body into mush. I can’t utter a single coherent word. Neither my brain nor my vocal cords will allow it. Rome continues on his unrelenting ministrations and slips two fingers inside me. “I need you ready for me, baby. I need you dripping for me.”

“Fuck,” I yell. If Rome doesn’t kill me with his fingers and his tongue, his words sure will, and I haven’t even gotten a chance to ride his dick yet. The fact that we’re in a public place where anyone can walk into the room and open the door to our little sauna only makes it that much hotter. Rome Venuccio is turning me into someone who likes public sex.

Rome curls his fingers up inside me, hitting the perfect spot that makes my vision dance as his tongue rotates over and over my sensitive clit.

Over and over.

Air doesn’t matter to him, for he takes no breaks.

His focus becomes solely on my clit.

The pressure builds at the base of my spine, delicious, swirling pleasure.

It’s my undoing.

And I do. I come so hard, screaming Rome’s name, I forget to breathe. Back on the bench, Rome pulls me to sit on his lap, his thick cock straining against his pants so hard the top of it is peaking out. Rome catches me staring at it.

“You want to ride my cock, Flo?”

My tongue darts out to lick my lips and I nod. “So much.” I revel in his sharp intake of breath. In one swift move, he pulls his pants down and his cock springs out. Ready. Angry. Throbbing.

“Oh my god,” I mumble. No, it can’t be.

“What’s wrong?” Rome’s thick brows furrow.

I stare at the neat piece of titanium under his enlarged head. “You have your dick pierced?” I’ve only read about it in books, and wow .

“Is it a problem?”

“Did it hurt?” I blurt. My finger lightly playing with the little ball at the end.

Rome hisses at the action. “Not as much as it is now.” I can’t believe I didn’t feel it the other night, or notice it the other morning. I stare in complete and utter fascination, is it going to hurt? All the books I’ve read don’t say you can feel it, and now I’m…intrigued.

“Flo, either get on my dick or put it in your mouth, but stop staring at it like that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He pulls me closer to him, and I spread my knees on either side of his hips further so the blunt head of his dick brushes against me.

“Yes, sire,” I reply, using my little autocorrect mistake.

“Is that going to become a thing now?” The muscle on the side of his jaw ticks. The level of control he has right now is impressive, but now that he’s challenged me like this, I want to see how far I can push him. I reach across and lick it.

“Only when you piss me off.” I’ve spent way too long without his hands on my body. I need him to touch me again. As much as I can’t wait to have his cock in my mouth, tonight, I want to feel that piercing.

“I’m on birth control,” I tell him, and I grab the base and slowly lower myself down on it.

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.” His reply is a hiss through clenched teeth as I notch just the tip of him inside me. Fuck, it feels good. Like, scary good.

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his free hand coming up to lightly tweak my nipple. I tip my head back and sigh in relief. I arch my back, sticking my breasts out farther, wanting him to take the weight of my heavy tits in his hands. Already in sync with me, Rome takes the hint.

“Fuck.” It’s practically a prayer. He pulls the other bikini cup off my breast, leaving them both free and ready for him. Rome’s eyes flash at me at the feeling of having his hot, large hands cup my overly sensitized breasts.

“Ride me like I know you want to.”

“You sure you can handle it?” I tighten my knees on either side of his hips. I slowly lift my hips an inch, teasing us both.

“More than sure.”

I bite my bottom lip to stop the grin gracing my lips; Rome knows me so fucking well. He slams up into me as I slam my hips down, taking him all the way in one thrust and we both cry out in pleasure.

Too fucking good.

I slowly rock my hips forward and back only lifting off him by a few inches before sinking down on him again, his piercing hitting me in just the right spot with each drag. I’m being as deliberately slow as he was with me a few moments ago. After a few more thrusts, Rome slaps my ass. “Now look who’s enjoying being the one in control.”

“It only seemed fair. And besides, I want to enjoy this piercing a bit longer.”

Rome slides down farther against the bench seat, causing the piercing to rub along my walls. “Is it better than your books, baby?” His hands grip my hips, supporting me.

“So much better,” I groan as I pick up pace and tilt my pelvis to change the angle. Rome Venuccio and his pierced dick may have single handedly ruined me for dicks forever. I’m now going to have to buy a vibrator with a piercing in it to match how good this feels. “Yes…God, Rome.”

“Do you like when I touch your clit like this?” Rome lowers a hand to rub tight circles around my clit, matching my thrusts with his own, bringing us both closer and closer to the edge.

“So much. Feels…Don’t stop.”

His cock jumps inside me as my body tenses, preparing itself for what’s coming. Rome continues to meet my thrusts in a wild, maddening pace.

I feel his cock stiffen inside me, setting off a new, more intense wave of pleasure. My nipples tighten as my spine bows, cresting ever closer to the peak of my pleasure. I slide my eyes open and gaze at Rome who is wearing what I assume to be the same expression as mine.

Wanton.

Unbridled.

My head falls back against my shoulders. My hips pulsing faster.

“Come with me, Flo,” he whispers, just as all the muscles in my body tighten as we both crash over the cliff together. His grip on my hips tightens, and my body shudders through the wave of pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before.

“Rome,” I yell, my inner muscles strangling his cock, locking it inside me.

I look down at Rome under me. Sex has never felt like that with anyone else before. I’m glad that our little fake relationship can include sex, because I know I’ll need more of that.