Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
He’s still a little stiff as he moves in certain positions, and the wound on his stomach is very much in the process of healing.
But after three weeks, he’s able to almost live a normal life again.
Normal.
That thing that we’ve both never been.
“You realize how special you are,” he asks me, “being able to attend the Confessional even though you aren’t an Onyx Society member?”
Tonight is apparently a tradition for Onyx Society.
They call it the Confessional, and I’ve heard the guys mentioning it throughout my time here. All of them write down a deep secret, something they’ve never told anyone. They put all of the secrets into a box, shake it up, and read them out loud at random.
No one knows who each secret belongs to.
“I know I’m very special,” I murmur, walking up and running my palm over his chest. “God, I need you to fuck me while you’re wearing this, later.”
He hums. “What if I need you now?”
“You’re going to be late for the Confessional. You hate being late.”
Roman reaches out and trails his knuckles over my cheek, down to my jaw, looking over my face. He dips low and crushes his lips to mine in a slow kiss that quickly becomes hungry. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I part for him, and his hands moving to grip my wrists.
I reach low and squeeze my hand around the outline of his cock, and the moment I feel it, I moan into his mouth.
“The noises you make for me, Tate…” he murmurs, nuzzling hard against me and biting on my earlobe. “Fuck it. I’m allowed to be late. You need my cum.”
I’m already dropping to my knees in front of him. I rest my head against the front of his pants as he unbuttons, then I move back as he shoves his pants and lets them drop.
His cock bobs free, heavy and completely hard for me.
“I’m never going to get used to this,” I tell him, gliding my palm over his thick shaft. “It’s a work of art.”
“I don’t want you to ever get used to it. I want you to look at it like that every time you take it. Open your mouth, beauty.”
I look up at him, lifting an eyebrow. “Make me.”
His eyes widen like he wants to destroy me, and he’ll enjoy every moment of it.
I love seeing him smile.
For the past few weeks, he’s been doing it more.
Little by little, I’ve seen pieces of him emerge, like spring after a thaw. He always loved giving me his cock, obviously. But now… he’s completely present with me.
Raw, rough, and needy as ever, but no longer questioning anything between us.
He’s all in.
“Confessional!” Noah’s voice floats over from down the upstairs hallway, right as Roman starts to push his cockhead past my lips. “Let’s go, boys! Everyone downstairs.”
Roman doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t even fucking pause.
He pushes into me further, getting past my throat. I’m getting good at this. Training my body to be able to take him makes me feel like I’m winning a game. It feels better and better, every time he stretches me open.
Noah bangs on Roman’s door. “You coming, Rome?”
Roman groans softly as he pulls a little bit out of my throat, then shoves back in. “I will be there,” he shouts toward the door. “Go away.”
I hear Noah’s faint laughter from the other side of the door. “The fuck are you doing in there?”
“Necessary things.”
The way Roman says it makes my cock throb under my pants.
“K. Five minutes, then I’m going to bother you again.”
“Fuck, Tate,” Roman utters, cupping each side of my head with his hands as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. “You are my favorite thing. My favorite…”
I plunge as low as I can, reaching one hand up to cradle his balls in my palm. When I slide off to take a long breath, I look up at him, nodding.
“I wouldn’t fucking stop if Noah walked in that door. Wouldn’t stop if the whole house walked in. I would take your cock in front of this whole fucking school, and I’d be proud to have them see I was yours. Give me your cum, so I can go downstairs knowing I have part of you still inside me.”
He groans loudly this time as he pushes back onto my tongue. “God, you are so fucking good for me. Going to come fast, baby.”
I’ve never wanted anyone this much.
I go faster, upping the pace as he starts to breathe more deeply, and I increase my speed until I know he’s about to lose control.
His hands start to grip harder in my hair and I take him deep another time, letting go of my need for air so that I can give him everything.
A rush of adrenaline surges through me as I feel his cock pulse inside my mouth, over and over, filling my mouth as he comes, gripping the sides of my head.