Sweet Rome (Sweet Home 1.5)

No, no, no, no…

“Don’t. Don’t do that!” I begged her in panic.

“Do what?” she said, unfeeling, numb even, as she focused on the floor, dejected, unable to even meet my eyes.

“Write us off. Don’t run away when it gets tough.” I needed her to look at me, dammit, so I forced her head up, gripping her chin. “You fight your past problems. I’ll learn to control my anger. We fight back against my family. We ignore all the others. We get through this! Don’t you dare quit on me now, Shakespeare. Don’t you f**kin’ dare!”

“Rome—” she whispered, sounding completely heartbroken.

For the first time in years, I actually thought I was going to break down. The fierceness of how much I needed my girl was surprising even me. “No! I won’t let you go. I know I’m all kinds of wrong for you, but you’ve changed me. You’ve f**king changed me! Can’t you see that? You’re going to face this with me. Say it! Please, baby, say it to me!”

She wasn’t running. I wouldn’t let her. She’d promised me. Looking her dead in the eye, I insisted frantically, “Say you get me, Mol?”

“Rome, I—” Her choked cry cut her words.

I was so confused by her rejection. I knew she wanted me, maybe even close to loving me, but she wasn’t fighting for us and it pissed me off so f**king bad, causing me to slam my fist against the metal rack behind her, the tall contraption swinging as I shouted, “You’re not running. YOU GET ME?”

“YES! YES, I FUCKING GET YOU!” she yelled back, her palms hitting my chest before gripping onto my plaid shirt and pulling me back in close, the heavy sound of our breath like friggin’ thunder.

My hands drifted to hold her neck as I asked carefully, “You’re still in?”

Golden eyes dilated and, wrapping a leg around my hip, she began to grind against my cock. “I’m still in.”

Feeling the building heat between her legs, lust assaulted my body, instantly forgetting all the angry tension, and I croaked, “Fuck, I want you so bad. You doing everything I say makes me hard as f**k.”

Dipping my hand lower, I pushed her panties aside and felt along her soaking center. “Mol… Christ. You’re killing me.” She was so wet and ready.

Her teeth and tongue licked and bit along my neck, ear, and jaw, only stopping to admit, “I like it when you lead, when you assert your authority. It turns me on.”

She was really f**king killing me. My c**k felt like it would explode any minute if I didn’t get inside her once and for all.

“Fuck… I can tell, and I like that you submit. It… calms me. You’re what I need. Damn, you’re perfect for me. Beautiful, sexy as all hell, with a body that makes painters weep.”

Her head rolled back as I pushed two fingers inside her. “There’ll be no one else. For the first time ever, you’re giving me what I want, what I need. You give me full control, and I love it. You do too, don’t you? You f**king love it…?” Her pu**y began to clench, over and over, and her breathy moans increased in pace against my neck.

Snapping her eyes back on mine, she lowered her hands and began to tear at the fly of my jeans. Fuck that, I wanted my full attention on her face as she came. If she touched me, I’d explode. “Off! Let go. Now. This is not about me. You won’t touch me unless I say so.”

I worked her until she stiffened and ground against my hand, screaming in release. I held her as her body jerked and her breathing returned to normal. Then I asked her if we were okay and confessed how much I wanted her… needed her.

“I want you, Romeo. You give me something I didn’t even know I needed too.” And just like that, I had my girl back.

After a few silent seconds, she bit her lip, then asked if I thought we were wrong. I knew the way I controlled during sex could be seen as f**ked up, but it was just some drive I had and, Christ, my girl told me she loved it. I couldn’t believe that someone so right had been made for me, that we’d found each other in such an unlikely way. She was my equal in every sense.

Fixing her dress, Molly held out her hand, wanting to go and dance. Personally, I just wanted to go home and f**k her into the mattress, but we needed to stay. My girl needed to get back to her first real night out.

I was about to follow her to the dance floor, when she said, “I want to dance, show all your past conquests that you’re mine.” With that, I lost all the control I’d been fighting so hard to keep.

Slamming her back against my chest, I gripped her ass and wrapped those long legs around my waist, demanding she say it again.

With her shocked face now breaking into a sweet smile, she said, “You are mine now, just you for you.”

I thrust her against the wall. The time for waiting was done. Lowering my hand, I pulled out my c**k and began guiding it between her legs, inches away from finally possessing my girl completely. And that’s when a jumped-up little shit of a manager began pounding on the door, demanding that we leave.

I was murdering mad and so damn desperate to finally take Mol that I was almost blind with need.

Groaning in frustration, I dropped my head onto her shoulder, the scent of her calming me down, as it always did. Molly giggled lightly, reaching down to tuck my hard dick back into my jeans, stroking it teasingly, and whispered, “Let’s go, baby. Let’s actually have our date.”

Finding some inner friggin’ chi I didn’t know I had, I instructed, “You go out there and f**kin’ show everyone we’re together. You own this… us. Time to be bold, baby. Bring the f**kin’ rain.”