Page 38 of Forbidden Romeo

But she didn’t pull away. She didn’t stop sucking me.

If anything, she took me deeper into her throat as my balls tightened, drawing up into my spine. “Fuck,” I grunted, trying to hold off my orgasm. “Katherine, stop unless you want my come down your fucking throat,” I hissed, my words labored and strained.

She still didn’t stop. Didn’t jump away like other girls, even with my warning. Instead, her eyes looked up at me, bright blue orbs meeting mine, daring me to tell her to stop as she milked my cock with her soft lips.

My hips bucked up off the bed, seeking more friction against her tight little mouth. It felt too good to pull away now, even if I wanted to.

And I fucking didn’t. It was too intense to stop this heady rush of desire… for either of us.

The bed squeaked under our movements and I groaned as I let go, releasing inside her mouth with a satisfied moan.

She hummed around me like an electric current, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each stroke of her tongue, lapping at the come spurting from me. Her soft moans vibrated against my skin, echoing into the warmth of my chest as she swallowed pulse after pulse of my load.

The scent of her arousal filled my senses, mingling with the faint trace of rose oil on her hands and that delicious cherry lip balm she always wore.

Finally, the pulses of release slowed and she pulled away, a proud smile on her face.

I reached down, brushing my thumb to the corner of her lips, pinching her chin and dragging her lips to mine in a bruising kiss.

“Hey,” she said, pulling away from my mouth.

“Hey yourself,” I murmured, flipping her onto her back and drawing her nipple into my mouth.

“Can I ask you something…?”

I paused where I was and slowly looked up at her, suddenly concerned. Oh, fuck. I knew we were moving too fast. Maybe she didn’t want to give me a blowjob. Maybe she didn’t want to swallow. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s nothing like that. I just… why… why don’t you want to have sex?”

I crawled back up and rolled to lay next to her on my side. Not removing my hands from her torso, I traced little lines up and down her abs. “Believe me, I want to. I want to have sex with you more than I want my next breath. But you only get one first time, Katherine. It should be … special. Really fucking special. Wine. Roses. Fucking fireworks. I just… I don’t want you to regret it like I did.”

Her head tilted curiously. “You mentioned before that you regretted your first time, but you never really went into the details.”

I took a deep breath. There was a reason I avoided the details. But if I wanted Katherine to truly understand why it was so important for me to wait with her, maybe I would have to tell her the gritty details. “My… my godmother was my first.”

“What?!”

“We’re not related or anything. Not like that. She was my mom’s best friend and when I was fifteen, she came by when they were out of town and I was having a house party with my friends.”

Katherine’s mouth gaped open and she scooted to sit up. “Holden, that’s rape.”

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. This was why I didn’t tell many people. “I know the laws say that, but it didn’t feel like rape back then. And it still doesn’t now. Don’t get me wrong… she’s not my favorite person. And it wasn’t until I walked in on her with my dad a year later that I realized how sick she really was.”

“Oh my God, Holden. That’s… that’s terrible. Did your mom know?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. She knew my dad had affairs, but I don’t think she ever realized it was with her best friend. And she definitely didn’t realize her best friend had fucked her son.”

I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, the whiskey already mostly worn off with this sobering conversation. “Anyway… if you ever regretted me the way I regretted her? I’d… fuck, Katherine, I’d never forgive myself.”

She leaned over, cupping my jaw with her silky soft hands. “I could never regret you.”

“That’s easy to say now.” I grabbed her hand gently and pressed a kiss to her palm. “There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.”

Her brows raised at me. “We have until your graduation in May.”

I shook my head. “We have a lifetime, Katherine.”

I watched the svelte line of her throat contract with her nervous swallow as she processed the words I said… or rather the words I didn’t say.