Past – May 2014
Two months have passed since my first date with Sloane and we’ve seen each other once, sometimes twice a week since then.
True to my word, we’ve been taking things slow. I think Sloane has finally realized that I want her for her. I’m glad I made the decision to hold off on any more intimacy until I could prove to her that’s not all I want her for.
I know that wasn’t a main concern, but it’s important to me that she knows how much I just want to be with her, not just mess around like I would’ve done with girls in the past. Two months have gone by in the blink of an eye, and I can feel myself being pulled deeper and deeper into her orbit.
Sloane is amazing. She’s like no one I’ve ever known. The only issue is our families. If our relationship came out, it would no doubt start an all-out war, putting the people we love in danger.
I want everything with Sloane. I want all of her, always. But how can I have her and keep my family safe at the same time? We’ve talked about it, and the only solution we’ve come up with is to continue our relationship in secret and hope that one day, we’ll be able to be out in the open. It’s unfair, but it’s our reality.
I hate that I’m lying to people, but if I had to choose between being honest with my family or having Sloane in my life, I’d choose her every time.
It’s Sloane’s nineteenth birthday. I’d love nothing more than to take her out somewhere to celebrate, but unfortunately, that’s just not possible.
So, after spending the last few days wracking my brain and trying to figure out what to do, I finally came up with something I think she’ll love.
Rather than go all out, buying her tons of gifts and flowers and whatever else most women in our world like, I’m keeping it simple. Sloane isn’t the type of girl who would enjoy that sort of material shit. She already has everything she could ever want.
I guide Sloane up onto the roof of my building, carefully walking behind her because the thought of her falling has my gut clenching.
Once we step out onto the roof, she gasps at the sight in front of us. Sloane once told me that she used to love going on vacation. Not because of the expensive places she used to stay in, but because she used to be able to see the stars at night.
I know we can’t see the stars from here, but I’m hoping she’ll like what I’ve done instead. The rooftop is kitted out with hundreds of fairy lights, lighting it up and glittering the area. There’s a blanket laid out on the floor with a picnic basket full of her favorite foods. I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys—the song we danced to on our first date—plays on a speaker.
“You did all of this for me?” she asks with tears shining in her eyes.
“Of course,” I say while staring down at her with a smile playing on my lips. “I wish I could whisk you away somewhere so we could look at the stars for real, but…” I shrug my shoulders and she nods. She knows we’d likely be caught since we’d both need to take security if we were to leave the city. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, Marco. Thank you,” she whispers and presses a kiss to my cheek before heading towards the blanket. She plops down and digs through the picnic basket, gasping as she sees what I’ve filled it with. She shakes her head as she looks at me, as though she can’t quite believe I’m real.
I know that feeling.
I feel it every time I’m with her.
I feel it every time I look at her, like she’ll disappear at any moment.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why. Slowly but surely, she’s managed to knock down any walls I had, one by one, and found a way to engrave her name on my fucking heart.
I’m fucked. The feelings I have for her are so strong it’s maddening. Is it love? I don’t know, because I’ve never been in love, but I sure as hell want her more than I want my next breath.
I pull her gift from my pocket and hand it to her. She eyes me curiously before opening the box to reveal the necklace inside. The pendant attached glitters under the lights surrounding us and she brushes her thumb over it. The pendant itself is a dahlia with a dagger through it. Equal parts her and me. Her, a blossoming flower so beautiful it hurts, and me, the dagger with the rough edges, coming together to make something extraordinary.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes before handing it to me and turning around. She gathers her hair in her hand, lifting it away from her neck so I can put it on her. Once it’s clasped, I place a kiss to the back of her neck and whisper, “Happy Birthday, baby.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder where I sit behind her and gifts me with a soul shattering smile. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I shake my head with a chuckle and press a kiss to her lips.
“I just wanted to see you smile. Now, let’s eat,” I say, motioning towards the hoard of snacks she’s laid out on the blanket. She grabs what she wants and nestles herself between my legs, leaning back against my chest as I wrap my arms around her shoulders.
After an hour of eating and talking, she turns and gazes up at me from under her lashes.
“Marco?” she asks.
“Hmm?”
“If I asked for something for my birthday, would you give me it?”
“Anything.” Always.
She grins at me. “I’ve had enough of taking things slow. I need you to fuck me.”
Well, fuck.
I climb to my feet as Sloane does the same and wordlessly lead her down to my apartment. Even though it’s mid-May, there’s still a slight chill to the air and I’ll be damned if our first time together is anything but perfect. Once we reach my room, I bracket Sloane against the wall.
“You sure about this?” I ask.
She smiles. “I’m sure.”
I let out a shuddering breath before taking her lips with mine. My movements are slow and controlled as I start to undress us both until we’re both naked and I lead her to the bed.
“Tell me what you like, baby,” I whisper as I climb on top of her and look down at her.
She trembles beneath me, looking up at me with wide eyes. She’s probably never been asked what she likes, instead just going through the motions with past… lovers. That thought makes me see red, but I push it down. Now’s not the fucking time.
“I… I don’t know,” she murmurs, and I smile down at her.
“Do you like praise? Wanna be told how good you are for me?” I ask and catalog her reaction. She squirms a little beneath me, but it’s not a reaction I would have thought from her. Nope, that doesn’t do it for her. Suddenly, everything clicks into place and I make a tsking noise.
“Nah… you’ve spent your whole life playing the good girl, haven’t you?” I ask with a dark chuckle. “You don’t want that sort of praise. You want to be told what a good little slut you are for me, isn’t that right?”
She moans in response to my question, tilting her hips up towards me, and I know I’ve guessed right.
“I shouldn’t like that,” she mutters with a vulnerable look in her eyes.
That look alone could be my undoing.
I rest my weight on one arm as I take her chin in my other hand, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.
“Listen to me, baby. You can like whatever the fuck you like. I’ll never judge you. It’s just you and me, little warrior. Besides…” I say and lean down to bite down on her lip. She gasps at the sting of pain before I continue. “I can’t wait to fuck my little whore. You were made for me, Sloane. And I can’t to see how much of a little cum slut you are.”
I have no idea where the words are even coming from, but her head tilts back on a silent moan and I take that as a green light to continue. I crawl down her body until I’m positioned between her legs and I have a direct view of her arousal.
“I’ve been dying for another taste of you,” I rasp before tentatively swiping my tongue through her folds. “You have no idea how fucking hard it’s been to not touch you.”
My fingers find her entrance and I slowly push inside.
“Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” I mutter. “Bet my little slut squeezes me so well.” Her back arches as I curve my fingers inside her and I grin.
“You like that, baby?” I ask, my voice gruff.
“So good,” she whimpers, arching her back again, trying for more friction.
“Beg me,” I groan. “Beg me to make you come.”
“Please, Marco,” she gasps. “Please make me come.”
I tsk. “You can do better than that.”
Her responsive whimpers so fucking erotic that I’m tempted to just say fuck it and bury myself inside of her until I can’t figure out where she begins and I end, but I hold off, not wanting to rush this.
“Please, Marco. I need you. I need you to make me come, please,” she all but screams. I take pity on her, fucking her with my fingers with sharp and fast thrusts and taking her clit in my mouth, sucking it between my teeth until she tenses beneath me. Her pussy strangles my fingers as she finds her release. My name being whispered like a prayer as she finally comes down from the high has me climbing up her body and staring down at her in awe.
Her hair fans out over the bed, completely in disarray while her face is free of makeup. Most girls our age would be all about how they look, caking makeup on their face and making sure their hair looks perfect. But not Sloane. She doesn’t need that shit, she’s perfect just the way she is. A natural beauty with curves so delicious I just want to devour her.
“So fucking beautiful.”
I seat myself between her legs, grabbing her thighs and pulling her towards me a little, tilting her hips upwards.
“You ready for this?”
She nods. “Please.”
“This could get rough, baby. Do you have a safe word?”
She ponders it for a moment before murmuring, “Whiskey.”
I raise a brow in question and she rolls her eyes. “That stuff is disgusting. You’ll never find me asking for it.”
That’s something we can agree on.
I line myself up at her entrance before slowly pushing inside, careful not to hurt her. I know she’s not a virgin, but she’s so fucking tight and my dick is bigger than average, so I’m conscious of every little movement.
I groan as I bottom out inside her, loving the feeling of her being wrapped around me.
“Fuck, you feel good, little warrior,” I mutter, inching my way out before slowly sliding back in.
In. Out. In. Out.
I continue my tortuously slow rhythm until she’s writhing beneath me, whimpering with every thrust.
“Goddammit, Marco. I need you to fuck me, please,” she gasps. I grin down at her as she glares at me.
“My little cock slut wants me to ruin her, huh?” I groan as I quicken my pace. My hands dig into her hips to the point that it’ll probably leave bruises, but the thought of leaving a mark on her, my mark, has me doubling my efforts.
I want to mark her.
Bruise her.
Claim her.
Ruin her.
Love her? The thought comes from nowhere and I shake my head, needing to stay in the moment and not have any big revelations right now.
Not when she feels so fucking good and tight as she pulses around me.
“Such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Little.” Thrust. “Whore.”
“You’re taking me so well, little warrior,” I say and look down at where we’re joined together. “Fucking perfect. You were made for me.”
“Marco,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Good.” Because I can’t last much longer. “Come for me, baby. Show me just how tight you are when you shatter.”
My words set her off and her walls flutter around me before gripping me so tight, I can’t hold myself back any longer. My rhythm becomes erratic and tingles form at the base of my spine before I fall over that cliff right along with her, spilling myself inside her.
I brace my forearms against the bed on either side of her head as I fight to catch my breath while she pants beneath me, her eyes tightly squeezed shut.
“You good?” I grunt.
She gives me a blissful smile. “So good.”
I shift backwards and pull out of her. It’s only then that I realize we didn’t use a condom.
“Fuck,” I curse, and she gives me a questioning look. “We didn’t use protection.”
She stares at me for a beat before her lips tip up. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too, but fuck, I’m sorry, baby.”
She shakes her head. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” she says softly, and I let out a breath of relief.
I take a second to look at her. Her freshly fucked hair is a wild, matted mess, her eyes are wide and glistening, her toned body is lax as she lays in my bed. She’s so relaxed, completely at ease here in my space. A flitting image of us both sharing a space like this in the future comes to mind and I honestly want nothing more.
“You’re fucking perfect, Sloane.”
Her dazed smile has my heart stuttering in my chest. “You’re pretty amazing, too, Romano.” Her smile falls as she checks the time of the clock on the nightstand before her eyes meet mine. “I need to go before my father realizes I’m gone,” she says, and I let out a ragged breath.
All this sneaking around is killing me, but I’d die one hundred times over just for one night with her.
I stagger off the bed and grab a wet cloth before gently cleaning her up. Sloane—the stubborn spitfire that she is—tries to wave me off, but my stern glare has her quieting down. I help her get dressed before throwing on a pair of sweats and guiding her through the apartment.
“I fucking hate that I can’t drive you home myself,” I grunt as we reach the elevator. She stops and turns to me, framing my face with her hands.
“I know. I hate that I can’t stay, but we’re already risking too much. It would be stupid of us to take any more. I promise I’ll be fine, and I’ll let you know as soon as I get home.”
I nod reluctantly before pulling her into my chest and burying my face in her hair.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
She pulls back and stares up at me, her eyes shining. She opens her mouth, ready to say something, but the unexpected ding of the elevator has me shoving her behind me and reaching for the gun on the side table. The doors open, only for my little brother to be greeted by the barrel of my gun. My twelve-year-old brother doesn’t even flinch as he spots it. I lower it immediately and raise a brow before looking behind him.
“Why are you here? And why the hell are you alone?”
The little shit shouldn’t just be wandering the city on his own.
He rolls his eyes at me before muttering, “Relax, Dad. My guard is downstairs in the lobby. I escaped the house because Beatrice was forcing me to learn how to make alfredo and Dad is out of the city on a trip. I was bored, okay?”
I shake my head with a sigh before Sloane’s hand clutches the waistband of my sweats, reminding me she’s still here.
“Enzo, go wait in the kitchen,” I order before turning to Sloane, not sparing him another glance.
Sloane’s worried eyes flick between me and my brother before they finally settle on mine.
“Don’t worry about him, okay? Let me know as soon as you get home,” I say and place a kiss to her forehead, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“Thank you for tonight,” I murmur against her head. I press my lips to hers in a quick kiss before giving her a nod and stepping back.
“Will it be an issue?” she asks, flitting her gaze towards the kitchen where my brother not so subtly watches us, like we’re a fascinating TV show.
I shake my head wordlessly and she nods in response before stepping into the elevator. I don’t take my eyes off of her until the door closes and it descends. It’s only then that I spin around and face my brother.
“You’ll never speak a word of what you just saw, okay? Not to me. Not to anyone.”
Enzo smirks. “Sure thing, big bro.”
Little shit.
