Our Little Secret

Roman (22)

"Ready for round two?" I ask.

I see him pause. I pull away from him trying to read his face.

"Let's go." He says with a mischievous look on his face.

We go back to kissing. God I could do this forever. I groan in between kisses. Kade pulls away.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask in confusion.

"I- never mind." He says ready to go back to kissing.

"No, what? I want to know." I protest.

"Roman don't worry about it." He's getting angry.

"Come onnnnnn just tell me!" I push.

"Stand up." He demands.

I pause. I need to think of something to say back.

"Yes sir." It slips out.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Sorry-" I begin.

"Don't apologize, I like it." He devilishly smiles.

I go red. God what is wrong with me. We're standing there when he grabs my wrists and pushes me up against the wall behind us.

"Keep them up. If they come down, you're not gonna like what happens next." He demands.

I nod my head.

"What happened to the sir?" He seems aggravated.

"Yes sir." I say smiling.

He grabs my face, tilting it up.

"Tell me when you're about to come, if not... you know what you'll just have to find out if you do." He lets go of my face and moves his way down.

Without warning, he places his lips around me, bobbing his head deeper and deeper each time.

"Oh my god!" I scream.

His groans vibrating through my whole body, making me more turned on, if that was even possible.

"Oh fuck! Kade!" He starts going faster.

Warmth rushes through my whole body, my feet to my fingers tingle.

"Kade! Im going to-" I can barley finish.

He pulls away, stands up and grabs my face again. My hands are still up against the wall.

"Here's the start of your punishment." He says with a smile.

I groan. Never getting the release, that drop in my stomach, it's making me feel crazy. If someone were to touch me I would lose it.

He walks away and goes into the bathroom. I lower my arms, my eyebrows furrowed. What the hell?!

I hear the shower turn on. I scoff in response and grab a towel. I wrap it around my waist, and walk into the guest bathroom. I shower and get out. I look to the sink and see my clothes. What is he doing?

I change into them quickly and walk into his room. I see him laying in his bed, no shirt just sweatpants, on his phone.

"What the hell? Why'd you do that?" I ask angry.

"I already told you." He says not even looking up.

"But what does it mean?" He knows im sexually frustrated.

He finally looks up at me.

"Sit." He demands.

I roll my eyes and sit down at the foot of the bed.