Push by Sadie Rose
Roman and I spent the entire car ride holding hands in the back of his car. Miller was driving and right now we were sitting in comfortable silence. Roman had to take two work calls and he apologized profusely after each one. I learned several nights ago that when we were together, he wanted to be one hundred perfect with me and was never on his phone or dealing with anything remotely about work. For him to take those work calls, they had to be important and while he was on the phone he kept hold of my hand and would brush his lips to my knuckles.
A little over thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to a large wrought iron gate. The closer we got to the gate it began to swing open to allow our entrance. I could see the house—rather a mansion. It was anything but a quaint little house. Ray’s phrase from earlier came bouncing back to the forefront of my mind, mega-mansion because honestly, that’s what this was.
Roman gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and I looked over at him. He was smiling at me but I could tell he was searching my face trying to read my thoughts. I smiled at him, “Cute house you’ve got here.”
To my delight, Roman tipped his head back on the seat and laughed. When the car comes to a stop we are under a portico and I can see directly into his house behind the massive glass front door. The lights make the white marble floor glitter. Miller comes around to open my door and Roman and I slide out of the car. Roman takes my hand and leads me up the few short steps to his home. We get to the door before he pauses and looks down at me, “Just remember, I came from nothing so I may have been overcompensating in my late twenties when I bought and had this place decorated.”
I give him a warm smile in reply as he reaches over and opens his front door for me. From what I could see inside already and his warning of it being grand, I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. When he stepped to the side to let me go in before him my mouth fell open as I stepped over the threshold. The chandelier hanging is at least 25 feet up in the air, the light bouncing off the crystal and creating dancing light on the walls. The wall to my right features an oil painting the size of my bathroom. A beautiful woman wearing a white dress sits on the bow of a sailboat that looks to be out at sea. A faceless man is standing behind her guiding the boat. I love it instantly and it captures my attention.
Roman notices how much interest I’ve taken in the canvas, “Ahh, my favorite painting. This took me several years to acquire the original and it’s the first thing I always see now when I come home.”
“I love it.” I honestly do but I tear my eyes away from it to take in the rest of the house. He leads me further into the house and we end up in a great room that also opens to a smaller room that’s dark and I can’t see into. This room is furnished warmly with a large leather sectional, a throw blanket hung over the end, and books piled up on the coffee table. I can tell instantly this is where he spends a lot of his free time.
“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. How about a drink?” He walks over to a small bar cart and gestures at the bottles.
“Sure. Anything except wine. Surprise me.”
He gave me a crooked smile and turned his focus towards fixing our drinks. I walked around the sectional and sat down at the end. I put my arm up on the armrest and rested my chin on my hand and I watched him pour and stir; I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was wearing a slim-fit charcoal gray suit with a white dress shirt underneath. His tie hung loosely around his neck and was a deep purple that I loved. I could watch him all night like this. Night after night and it would never get old. I had a flash before my eyes of nights just like this one. Coming home together after work, relaxing, talking about our day, him mixing me a drink and then us cuddling into one another before slinking off to bed.
“Ollie baby, here’s your drink.” He stood in front of me holding out a glass. I took a small sip, testing the dark liquid on my tongue. Straight Jack, no chaser or mix. Strong.
“Are you trying to get me drunk tonight?” I asked him coyly.
“No baby, I just want you loose when we play later. I hope you know I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight till Sunday when I have to get on that plane. And I plan on trying every trick in my arsenal to get you to still join me.”
I smiled at him and watched him take off his suit jacket. He laid it on the back of the couch and I watched him fish a red box out of the inside pocket. He stood there for a second looking at the box in his hands, the sheepish expression on his face, and the way he ran his free hand along his five o’clock shadow along his jaw; If I didn’t know any better I would say he looked nervous. He came around the couch and sat down beside me. He held the box out for me to see.
The gold writing on the top of the box made my breath catch in my throat, Cartier. It was a medium-size box so I ruled out a ring right away plus hello, that would be crazy and way too soon. Whatever was in that box was too expensive for me to accept. I felt guilt wash over me for the trip that he gifted me that was now gone.
“Hey, why the long face? Gifts are a positive thing and I have something I want to give you.” He grabbed my hand and held it for a second before moving to open the box.
I put my hand back on his to stop him, “Roman I can’t. I’m sure whatever is inside that box is lovely but it’s expensive and I want you to know that’s not why I’m here. I don’t need things to make me feel wanted and appreciated by you. When you look at me I see it, I feel it.” I start to blush as I realize how much I’ve revealed about my feelings.
He reached his hand up and caressed my cheek. “That’s exactly why I want to give you this. Even more now. I only want to give you things that mean something to me and you. That’s why I know you’ll take this gift from me.”
I signed deeply and arched my eyebrow. “Let’s open the box.”
His instant smile lit up his entire face. He kept the box in his hands as I opened the lid. My hand flew back up to my mouth. Inside the box was a white gold, diamond bracelet. It was delicate and beautiful.
“It’s called a love bracelet. It takes a special tool to put the bracelet on and off. Once it goes on, most people never remove them. It has ten diamonds, one for every day you’ve been mine.”
I reach my hand down and skim the bracelet with my fingertips. This meant a lot to him and for us. I looked into his eyes and the vulnerability was there. “Do you like it?” He asks.
When I exclaim, “I absolutely love it. Will you put it on for me?” the smile spreads across his face. He takes a small tool out of his pants pocket and uses it to open the bracelet. I hold up my left arm and he places the bracelet onto my wrist. I look down at my arm and the sight of it makes me smile.
His voice came out rough and husky, “Now anytime we are separated you can look down at your wrist and think of me.”
“Baby, I didn’t need a bracelet to think of you. You consume my thoughts from the moment I wake up till the moment I go to sleep and usually you are in my dreams.”
He expelled a low growl and was on me within a second. His lips were rough against mine, needy, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like he was fucking it. His hands ran up and down the sides of my body, my arms, my face and breasts. He is everywhere and all at once. Abruptly his kisses stop, I start to protest but then he’s on his knees in front of me, unbuttoning my pants. He pushes them to the ground and I step out of them. He loops his fingers into my panties on the sides of my hips, I’m wearing an olive green thong that’s all lace in the front with a tiny string going up into my ass. He snaps the strings on my sides causing them to snap back into my skin. I feel the slight sting down into my pussy.
He puts his face into my lace underwear and inhales, “Fuck baby. You smell so good. I could eat you out all night long and still need more. Hell, I’ve had you every day for over a week now and I’m addicted. I want you every night, morning and afternoon forever”
His dirty words never fail to amaze me or make me blush. He stands up and his eyes take in my half-naked body. He’s still fully clothed and I can’t deny the heat that brings out inside me but I need to see him naked as well. I want to feast on his glorious chest muscles that I know he’s hiding underneath that expensive dress shirt, the strong legs barely contained in his dress pants. I fumble with his belt and pants. I hear the soft thud of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor as I slide his boxers down to meet it on the floor.
I wrap my hand around his penis and begin to stroke it. Since my hand can’t wrap all the way around it, I rub my thumb over the tip and feel a drop of pre-cum. I rub it over him and make my hand slick as I stroke him back and forth. I drop to my knees and put my mouth on him. I keep jacking him with my hand but reach around and slap his ass with my other hand before squeezing it and digging my fingers into his hard backside.
“Oh fuck baby, yes. Give it to me. I want you dirty tonight. Soaked in my cum so everyone knows you are mine.”
My strokes become faster and I suck harder allowing him deeper into my mouth. I look up at him and I can see he’s losing control. Just seeing him like that makes me so wet. I can feel my arousal on my legs and I can’t stop my hand from slowly going down his body to mine to meet the need I feel.
“Yes, baby, touch yourself. Spread your legs further apart so I can watch.”
I thought I would be embarrassed to touch myself in front of anyone, but Roman makes me so hot and I know he cares about me so much that I don’t feel anything remotely close to embarrassment. I can feel myself building, rising higher and higher. I start to circle my clit as I keep moving back and forth on his shaft.
“Oh fuck. That’s so hot baby girl. You take my dick so good.”
I moan in response. Roman puts his hand on my head and threads his fingers through my hair. He starts slowly moving my head until he’s full-on fucking my mouth. I start to rub myself harder, matching his pace. He’s so lost in the moment, I don’t think he sees the tears streaming down my face from struggling to keep up with his pace but also chasing my own release. I know my throat will be sore in the morning.
“Stick a finger in your pussy baby and pretend it’s mine stroking your walls.”
I do as he says and instantly I think I’m going to come. My moan vibrates through my body and he can feel it on his dick. “Fuck baby, fuck! Moan like that again. I’m going to fucking come inside that pretty mouth of yours.”
I moan again and as I thrust my fingers in and out I start to feel my release. I start coming and I can feel Roman starting to lose control. I taste hot, salty liquid hit my tongue and start swallowing it down as he pumps rope after rope of it down my throat. Once he’s finished, I pull my mouth away and Roman’s strong hands help bring me back up to my feet. He uses the back of his hand to caress my cheek and the intimacy of that small gesture eases any feelings of doubt I may or may not have had that we belong together. He puts his forehead to mine and brushes his lips across mine.
“Let’s get upstairs Ollie.” And since I knew his voice, I know we are only just getting started.