by Baker, Tory
“Fuck no, they won’t. But they will burn our food if we do,” he picks me up and plants my butt on the kitchen counter before coming to stand in between my thighs.
My hands glide down his chest, going further south, the light smattering of hair that leads to the one place I want to have my hand around guides me.
Rome’s head drops back on his shoulders and I take this as my opportunity to open his shorts and find his length. It’s hard and heavy in my hand, “Oh my god,” I sigh out.
“Summer,” he croons. My hand circles around his length and brings the rest of his cock out. His girth is so big, my fingers barely touch, and I can’t wait to feel him slide inside me. I only hope it happens tonight.
“Turnabout is fair play, baby,” he grunts. I see his hands moving up along my outer thighs until he reaches the ties that are on both sides, pulling them apart.
I’m completely bare. Just for Rome.
“God damn, look at you. You’re wet and so swollen, baby. I want my mouth on your sweet pussy” he takes his time as his finger glides along the outside of my center, toying with me.
“Please, Rome,” I plead. “I need to feel you,” my hips lifting and trying to move to exactly where I want him. He teases me relentlessly, when I finally settle down and allow him to take his time, that’s when he slams two fingers inside me. The palm of his hand and the way he’s working his fingers inside me, I know it won’t take me long until I’m screaming out his name, not caring that his brothers are just on the other side of the glass door. The thought of them walking in only makes me burn hotter for Rome.
Rome pulls my bikini top down, licking, sucking, and even slightly biting on one nipple before going to the other. My body is shaking and trembling like electricity moving through it as he plays with my body.
My hand never stops working his thick cock, we’re both a mess of writhing bodies. Our lips come together, and Rome swallows the scream I want to let out as I come apart in his arms.
“I can’t wait until tonight,” I babble out, still working Rome’s cock with one hand while plastering myself against his chest, we’re both glistening with sweat.
His hand wraps around mine, helping me get him off in the best way possible.
“Fuck, baby. Keep doing it, just like that,” he moans and this time it’s me kissing him to hold back his own.
Only stopping when I feel his body sag from coming.
19
Rome
I never let Summer leave my side the rest of the day. If she’s in the pool, I’m in there with her, our bodies touching or giving each other lingering gazes.
My brothers finally got the clue and left shortly after we ate. Thank fuck, I love them, but those cock blockers had to go.
The sun is slowly setting, the temperature is starting to get cooler, so I light up the fire pit while Summer changes out of her bathing suit.
When she gets back down here, I’ll go do the same thing, and grab the ingredients we’ll need for s’mores. I warned Summer our food would be burnt leaving the grill manned by Heath and Mason. It wasn’t a lie, the chicken was so charred you couldn’t cut a knife through it, and the shrimp was more like rubber. We all ate the sides that weren’t burnt, the whole time Summer was blushing.
Heath and Mason just shook their heads. Those two will go downtown tonight, I don’t feel bad at all. They should have paid attention to Mom when she was teaching us how to cook, instead they were glued to a video game.
Summer comes down while I’m getting everything we need. I have my hands full of graham crackers, chocolate bars, marshmallows, and roasting sticks.
She looks completely at home in here. Something, I’d love to see for the rest of my days on this earth.
“Hey, want me to bring those outside so you can change?” Summer questions. She’s wearing this sleep set thing. It leaves a lot to the imagination but after seeing her today, I know what she has hiding underneath.
“Sure,” I croak out, trying to get my wayward thoughts under control.
“Okay, I’ll be outside,” she responds, and I kiss her before making my way upstairs.
I walk into the master bedroom and laugh, her clothes are piled up in the chair in the corner, as if she’s trying to contain her mess. Yet, it spills over.
With that thought in mind, I head into the bathroom to rinse off the pool water of my body. I stop when I see her toothbrush beside mine, the hair ties she left abandoned on the counter.
It only shows how she’s meant to be here now and forever.
20
Summer
“This is the perfect way to bring in the new year,” I tell Rome as we make s’mores and watch the fireworks light up the sky.
“Any day with you is perfect,” he replies. It melts my heart and solidifies what I’ve been thinking myself.
It’s really going to suck when we both have to go back to work, him working sixty plus hours and me traveling the globe. I can only hope we both fight for this new relationship we’re working towards.
We’re sitting on a small bench he has outside, there’s cushions so it’s nice and comfortable. After I make my last s’more, completely and utterly full of the sugar we just devoured, I lean back into his side. Rome’s arm wraps around me and I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent that is uniquely his.
“I’m really not looking forward to going back to work this week,” I state.
“Where’s your next job at?” Rome asks.
“I’m going to Boston, cold and snowing I’m sure. It shouldn’t be a long shoot, it’s the traveling and waiting game I have to deal with.”
“That will be hard, who’s taking you to the airport?”
“Probably an Uber or I’ll park my car at the airport. It’s what I usually do,” I hate paying all the extra money out, but I was never going to ask my parents to take and pick me up.
“Depending on the time, I can take you and pick you up. Knowing my brother’s, if I’m not around for some reason they’ll pick you up too,” Rome admits.
“Are you sure? The airport isn’t a hop, skip, and a jump.”
“I want to, we’ll look at your itinerary and see if it lines up with what I have going on.” He responds.
“Thank you, Rome. Thank you so much. Really, it means so much to me that you would even offer,” my nose glides along his and we stay in the moment until the fireworks are long over.
“Nothing to thank me for, it’s something I want to do. I hated that black-tie event, but if it brought me you, I’d do it all over again.” I can’t compete with the words he just said, all I do is nod my head and try to suck back the tears that are threatening to fall.
I stand up, once I gain a semblance of control and reach out for Rome’s hand. A small smile is playing on my face, I can see the want he has in his eyes.
Rome stands up and I ask, “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah, baby. I am, let me close down the fire pit and lock up. Can you take the leftover food and roasting sticks in?”
“Sure will,” I pick everything up and hustle into the house. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow morning before I have to head home to pack and leave out the following day.
Thinking about leaving Rome already makes me frown. I’m not ready to be away from him.
21
Rome
I saw the look in Summer’s eyes. The way her face softened and her pupils dilated. I know tonight will be ours, and ours alone. Earlier was only a brief taste of what’s to come.
After locking up the house and shutting the plantation shutters downstairs, I make my way to the master bedroom.
All of the lights are off in the room, except for the lamp in the corner. She’s curled up on what’s been deemed her side of the bed.
I strip out of my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my boxer briefs.
“Hey,” Summer whispers out, imagine my surprise when I hold up the blanket and see she’s in only her top and a lacey pair of panties.
“Fuck, b
aby,” I move the comforter back and take her in, her hair is already a rumbled mess, her body is soft, and her face is heated from me taking in every fucking ounce of her.
She sits up, her legs are out, my hands find the inside of her thighs and I part them. Slowly I crawl between them until I’m face to face with the heaven that I wanted to taste earlier today.
My nose glides along the material, it’s already wet.
“Oh god,” I look up at Summer’s body. Her head is thrown back on the pillow and her hands are fisting her hair. I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet, and she’s already this fired up for me.
With that thought I push up her top, seeing she’s braless. I move my body up. The only thing between us is my boxers and her thin panties. I can feel her warmth searing me.
She helps me take her top off; we’re a mess of kissing each other everywhere we can, lips, necks, the underside of our chins. I taste every inch of her I can.
My mouth finds her nipple while my hand dives into her panties, trying to yank them off as I keep working her nipple with my tongue. She bucks me off of her and takes them off while I do the same with my own.
Her body, it was made for me and only me.
Her hands go to my cock and I have to take them off of me or this will be over before it even starts. One thing is for certain, I need her taste like I need my next breath.
“Hands off baby, if you want this to last,” I grumble. She sighs out, but then she slowly lets me go.
“Only this time, next round I’m touching you every single way I can,” she counters.
“Anything you want, next time.” I get back to work licking a path from both her nipples, to the underside, working my way down her stomach, then finally to the place I want to be most.
I take a deep inhale of breath, soaking in her scent. Summer’s writhing spurs me into action. As much as I want to tease her, I know it’s only prolonging us both.
I run my tongue along the outer lips of her pussy, nipping them along the way. Learning if she likes some pain with her pleasure, or if she only likes pleasure. When her hands dive into my hair and she pulls me more into her, I learn my answer. Two can play that game, I graze me teeth along the way.
“More, please more,” I engulf her pussy with my mouth and feast on her. Once I have her writhing more than ever before, I plunge two fingers inside her, finding her g-spot. I work her until she’s screaming my name and coming.
22
Summer
I can’t stand it anymore, I need Rome inside me now. Him getting me off with his hands and now his mouth, it’s enough to drive me crazy.
Basically, attacking him until he’s flat on his back, I kiss him. Not giving two shits that I can taste myself on him.
He has no problem with me dominating not only the kiss, but me straddling his waist while he’s the one flat on his back. My center is hovering over his cock and all it would take is one thrust of his hips upward, or me to slide down, and we’d be connected in every single way.
“Are you protected?” he asks in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah, I’m on the pill,” I respond.
“Fuck, yes,” he takes action and grabs my hips and slams me down on his hard length. I thought I was in control, or thought I wanted to be in control, but I don’t. I want Rome to take the reins and show me just what he likes.
Without breaking us apart, I’m on my back and his hips are thrusting between my thighs. I look at his face, wanting to see his eyes and know what he’s feeling. Except he’s looking down at where we’re connected. My gaze goes to where his is at and I’m locked on the picture we’re creating.
His cock is thick and long, tunneling in and out of me. It’s glistening with my essence and in this moment, I know, this right here is perfection.
“You see what I’m seeing, Summer,” he grunts, never losing his momentum.
“God, yes.” I respond, trying not to give into temptation and close my eyes, “You feel incredible,” I moan.
“That’s all you, baby,” he responds. Our fingers find each other’s and are entwined with another. His eyes look into mine, even when I’m on the cusp of orgasm I don’t close them.
“It’s us, Rome. It’s just us,” I respond, and I give into the pleasure he’s giving me. My eyes close and I throw my head back and come.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunts and then I feel him coming inside me. The warmth that jets inside me causes me to clamp my muscles around his length.
Rome slows down, but not yet ready to pull out of me. My hands go to his shoulders and I bring him closer to me. I want our bodies as close as possible, not caring about the sweat or the mess we seemed to have created.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles as he lowers his body.
“It’s okay, I promise,” as I attempt to pull him closer again.
He finally lowers his body, but then does this dip and brings me with him as he rolls onto his back. I’m now laying on top of him. My head finds his chest and I bask in our warmth.
23
Rome
Today’s the day I have to take Summer to the airport, I’m dreading it. This morning I woke up with her mouth on my cock, her hair was a tangled mess, something I love seeing. She’s not pretentious. She doesn’t wear make-up every day and she’s comfortable and confident in her own skin. If I could wake up with her every morning I would. Sadly, I don’t think she’s there yet or maybe she is and I’m just a pussy for not asking.
She walks out of her bedroom with one huge suitcase and a carry-on, which I know will carry her camera and gear.
“I’m kind of ready,” she says.
“Yeah. Kind of sucks though, huh?” I question.
“If I could move this back another month, I would. This company isn’t real big on that though, especially for the two models they have booked. Hopefully, I’ll be in and out of there in a few days and be home by the weekend.
She comes up to me and plants her face in my chest. My hands wrap around her and I soak our moment in as much as I can.
We stand there, both of us lost in the moment when the doorbell goes off, and not just once but repeatedly.
“What the hell?” Summer questions.
“I’ll get it,” I state, this is putting me in a piss poor mood even more now.
I open the door and come to an abrupt halt. I see Richard with his hand up in the air about to bang on Summer’s front door. Standing beside him is his wife, Stella.
My mom wasn’t wrong when she said Summer got the short end of the stick with these two. They’re both dressed to the nine’s and I can only imagine why they are here.
“Where’s my daughter?” he asks.
That’s when I feel Summer slide in beside me. Both of us are in jeans and tee shirts, the complete opposite to Richard’s three-piece suit and Stella’s form-fitting dress.
“I’m right here,” she responds. My arm finds her lower back as she leans into my side.
“What are you doing with Rome Carter? You know he’s nothing but gutter trash. I don’t know why Tina thought she should bring all those boys in. All of them are fatherless as well as motherless,” Richard mouths off.
If I were a man insecure in my past, present, and future, her words would get to me, but they don’t. I worked my ass off to get to where I am, and my family is as proud of me as I am of them.
“Father!” Summer is appalled from what her father said to me.
“I’m just speaking the truth,” he admonishes.
“Well speak it somewhere else, you’re not coming to my home and talking like that to my boyfriend,” she blows her hair that has fallen in her face, trying to get it out of her eyes.
I dip down and whisper into her ear, “I’m your man, aren’t I?”
“Yeah you are,” Summer responds.
“That’s enough Richard, let Summer make her own decisions for once. I think you’ve done enough lately, don’t you?” she preens.
“It’s nice to
formally meet you, Rome. I’m Stella,” she holds her hand out, and it’s only then that I disentangle from Summer to shake Stella’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I respond.
“We’d love to stay and chat, but we’re on our way out,” Summer states.
“We’ll see you later then. I’m sorry we intruded on your time,” she kisses Summer’s cheek and leaves Richard while he continues to glower at Summer and me.
“Father don’t say something that can’t ever be taken back or that I can’t forgive. I’ve done a lot for you in the past year,” Damn, this woman. She makes me proud, she’s not giving into her Dad, something I know she’s done a lot of in the past.
“Well, we’ll see about that. Watch your back Rome Carter,” I grunt, because what else is there to say to the way he handled that situation.
Once he leaves, we close the door. Summer is talking to herself as she paces back and forth in her living room, “I can’t believe him, and who was that woman? That’s so unlike her, they have to be up to something,” she prattles on.
“Baby, I hate to interrupt, but I don’t think the airline will hold the plane up for you and as much as I don’t want you to leave, I know this is your job,” she looks up at me and the disdain she once had written all over her face softens.
“Promise we’ll talk or FaceTime?” she asks me.
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” I state.
“Alright, I guess we should lock up and leave then. I hate that I’m leaving you too, though. You know?”
“I know, but it won’t be too long, and you’ll be back where you belong,” I tell her as I kiss the tip of her nose.
“You could make a girl fall in love with you, Rome Carter,” she replies.