Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

"I don't know if this is a good idea." Rya said as we parked near the addresses. It was an hour or so after school on a Friday and I had told Rya of my plan this morning. Now we were at 85 Alcove Drive. Well, whatever Alcove Drive was. In all honesty, it wasn't really a road, more like a long alleyway with doors lining either side either leading to tiny apartment blocks or creepy warehouses.
"It's fine." I assured her. Rya was one to over worry but I knew what I was doing.
"But what if you get kidnapped?" she turned to me, bracing her hands on the steering wheel.
I chuckled, "What? By a stray cat?" it wasn't even dark outside yet and I could see perfectly fine through the alleyway, I was still going to be caution because if I were here at night, I wouldn't have the balls to even take one step out of the car.
"Cats wouldn't do such a thing!" she protested. I forgot Rya was a cat-lover.
"Um, yeah right. Have you seen the evil, little things!" I was not so much a cat-lover.
"Piggy wouldn't harm a fly!" oh yes. Piggy. Rya's cat. The damn thing would give me nightmares if it wasn't for the fact that it was so fat it could barley move. I know what you're thinking. Rya named her cat 'Piggy'? The only answer I can say is, yes. She told me it was because she thought pigs were adorable and therefore Piggy was adorable. Now, I'm no body-shamer... but that cat was so fat it would roll down the stairs instead of walk
"Whatever you say." I muttered under my breath and collected my stuff before heading out of the car. Rya was going to wait so I could report back, and I knew she was going to read some smutty BDSM book whilst I was gone. I saw the handcuffs on the cover as it sat in the back seat. She thought she was being coy by placing it upside down. Unfortunately for her, the chains carried onto the blurb.
I wrapped my arms around myself as my heels clicked along the concrete ground. I tried to stay focussed on the number scribbled on my hand. 85. 85. 85.
I could practically hear the arguments from couples, stories up in the apartments, screaming at one another about one going to a strip club and the other forgetting to buy the milk. Mice scurried around the open dumpsters, stealing content from left over Chinese takeout boxes and Taco Bell wrappers.
"83... 84...... 85." I stopped in front of a warehouse with a single, narrow door. It was weird to me how small the door was in comparison to the vast size of the place. I tried knocking but after a few minutes, was met with no answer. I decided to bundle up my courage and push it open. Luckily, it was unlocked.
I stepped inside a narrow hallway and carefully walked on till it expanded and I came across another door, a moderner looking one. I held my breath and pushed it open, and light fluttered my vision.
Before me was a large room, the walls bare bricks but the flooring a smooth black. Tonnes of old gym equipment lied about. Treadmills, bench presses, pullup bars, elliptical trainers, rowing machines. Yoga mats lied on the floor with tires, skipping ropes, and barbells surrounding.
This was a makeshift gym.
Why would Roman be at a gym?
The place wasn't empty, but it wasn't thriving with people either. It seemed like a secret but to those that new it, they treated the same as every other gym.
I realised how out of place I looked in my heels and miniskirt whilst everyone else sweat buckets in proper gym attire.
How the tables have turned. Now you're the outcast.
Oh, shut up.
I gradually walked further in, my books clutched to my chest, scanning my surroundings. It was only when a man I recognised approached me, I jumped back a bit.
"Are you okay there?" he asked with a soft, welcoming smile on his face. He was tall and broadly built. I didn't fail to notice the burn scar on the side of his neck.
"I... erm.... I'm looking for someone." I finally replied. God, don't be so awkward, Sienna. I'm trying!
"That's okay." He smiled brightly. A rather charming smile, I might add. "What's their name?" as he crossed his arms, a sudden vision of Roman popped into my head and I could suddenly see this man in full-deck military uniform.
"You're Roman's dad." I blurted. He must have been surprised someone like me knew who his son was before he looked marginally taken aback as the name left my lips.
"Erm, yes. And you are?"
"Sienna." I answered more comfortably. He reminded me of Roman in a lot of ways, except he was much more welcoming on a first impression.
"Sienna..." he repeated the name. wracking his brain for any recollection of it. "You're the girl Roman's tutoring!" he finally realised.
"That's me." I smiled. Roman didn't tell his parents he wasn't tutoring me anymore? Strange.
"My wife has told me all about you. She said you were a very lovely girl." I somehow found that weird. I had met Roman's mother once – well, twice if you count the jewellery shop fiasco. Yet, despite those brief introductions, she had nice things to say. "You must be looking for Roman then." He gestured to the books in my arms.
I nodded hastily and he smiled. "C'mon, I think he's down this way."
I followed Roman's dad across the gym, eyeing up all the equipment. Did Roman's dad own this place? I knew he was deployed from the military already so it could be a possibility.
"I'm Mark, by the way." He held out a hand for me to shake. I took it. "The owner of the gym." That answered my question.
We made our way nearer to the back of the warehouse where a boxing ring stood. A guy with dark brown skin was busy punching hardly into training pads worn by another guy. Sweat trickled down his chiselled chest as he punched tougher, ducking the swings from the other guy, keeping nimble on his feet.
"Hey, Jesse!" Mark shouted. The guy stopped punching and turned to face us. His eyes scanned over me before he looked back at Mark. "Any idea where my boy is?"
Jesse took off his boxing gloved and jumped over the ring, landing gracefully on his feet. "Beats me. He'll probably be out in a few. McCarthy wanted to get a round in." he grabbed a towel and hung it around his strong shoulders.
"Who's this?" his eyes playfully scanned over me once more. Mark chuckled at Jesse's flirty antics and slapped his back.
"Sienna. The girl Roman's tutoring."
Jesse nodded and smirked slightly. "Sienna." He repeated knowingly. I didn't understand his tone until he then said, "I know all about you." I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as he gave me a suggestive look, a grinning smirk glued to his lips.
"If you wait here, Roman should be done in a few minutes." Mark said.
"Done with what?" I asked, confused as to what was happening.
Jesse walked past me and sat down on a bench. "You'll see." He grinned.
I huffed and sat down next to him, holding my books tighter. I watched as a guy with brown hair and pale skin mounted over the ropes of the ring, strapping boxing gloves on. He had one of those faces that no matter what expression he gave; it always resembled a scowl.
I crossed my legs and rested my chin on my fist out of pure boredom. Where the hell was Roman? I didn't have all night and Rya was still waiting in the car. Although, she was probably immersing herself into the wicked world of whips and gags. She probably didn't want to be disturbed so soon.
Just then, a guy came up to the ring, jumping over the ropes and walked over to talk to Mark waiting below. His back was to me, but it looked insanely ripped with his muscles rippling and tensing at every movement he made. His dark blue gym shorts showed off his sculpted legs, but it was the dirty blonde manbun that struck a familiar nerve. When he turned around, my jaw almost dropped to the floor – no, not the floor – to the centre of the fucking earth, as I was met with none other than Roman Lawrence. A Roman Lawrence with a close-to eight pack!
Holy fucking hell.
"Don't drawl, sweetheart. Where are your manners?" Jesse whispered by my side. I turned to him, eye wide as he leaned back against the wall, sipping on a bottle of water. One of those fancy sports bottles too.
Roman didn't notice me as he strapped on his gloves and cracked his neck, flexing the tendons before he faced the brunette and Mark began the fight.
I couldn't draw my eyes away from him as he kept light on his feet, strengthening his stance as his opponent aimed punches. Punches he so effortlessly ducked and dodged. My eyes scanned every feature of him. Every muscle, every vein, even the trickle of sweat that trailed down his chest, I studied and gulped at the way his abs flexed when he went in for a punch and hit the guy straight across the cheek.
The other guy staggered back and punched Roman straight in the gut. I flinched and Jesse laughed beside me.
"Don't worry. Roman's got this in the bag." I looked at him as if he had lost his head, but I knew that Roman was twice the size of this kid. I continued to watch as Roman struck back with several punches, dodging all advancements bad towards him from his opponent.
I had never seen him so serious before. He no longer looked like a boy, but a man. Someone hardly recognisable to the shy, easily embarrassed, and outcasted Roman. He was thriving with confidence, burning in his own virile, resolute to the core as his biceps tensed and the veins popped out of his thrumming skin, striking his final punches till his poor opponent was on the floor.
That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
Roman helped his opponent off the ground in good sportsmanship as his dad declared him the winner. I was still frozen at what I had just witnessed.
I watched as he jumped out of the ring and landed by his dad's side.
"So, d'you jerk off nerds often or is it just a hobby?" Jesse asked by my side. I gaped. Roman told him?! I couldn't comprehend any sentence that was about to come out of my mouth before he continued. "Roman was one of the most sexually dormant people I knew, and then one day I hear him jerking off in the showers. The next day I get told some pretty girl is being tutored by him and you think I can't connect the dots?" he had a fair point, but my mind wasn't too focused on it anymore. Instead, it was screaming at the fact Roman was coming this way. His body was glistening in sweat and his muscles rippling with every movement. I could only feel my arousal drip.
Jesus, take the wheel.
His eyes caught mine as he got closer and stopped. "What...." He was lost for words. "What are you doing here?" his eyes were wide in shock. Why was he keeping all of this a secret? If girls got one look at Roman shirtless, they would be floundering over him.
Jesse looked between us and shook his head with a small, clearly amused chuckle. "I'll leave you two kids to it." He got off the bench and walked away.
Roman still awaited my answers.
"I-I'm here for you to tutor me." I gestured to the books in my arms.
Roman looked at them and rolled his eyes. "I don't do Fridays." Was all he said before departing. I didn't waste time in chasing after him into, what I assumed was, the men's' locker room.
"What... what just happened out there?" I blurted in an attempt to get his attention. "What... you.... How?"
"None of your business. That was exactly what I told you the first time you asked." He snapped back and grabbed a bottle of water from his bag.
"Roman you're ripped!" I suddenly burst. He turned to look at me now. "You want Emily Lewis to take interest in you. Literally take your shirt off in front of her and she fucking will!"
I watched as he narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms, "D'you think I do this to be hot, Sienna?" say my name again. I loved it when my name fell from his lips. I loved it the first time I jerked him off and I still love it now. My own thoughts stunned me.
"I –"
"People can take interest in my body any day of the week. People do it all the time to any gender they want. People focus on bodies too much." I couldn't get what he was trying to say. "They can think you're hot. They can admire what they see, but I want someone to admire what they know. I want someone to get to know me and fall for me that way, I want someone to see my mind before they see my body but isn't it convenient that with it that way, no one even bats an eye in my direction."
Now I could understand it. People called me hot all the time, so much so they forgot I was beyond anything other than a pair of nice tits and ass. So, I could see what he meant. I could see why he did it. Roman had a mind like no other. His insane intellect made him near enough genius, and it was amazing. However, no one bothered to look at that. To look at the one thing that made him him.
"I get it." I answered. Roman turned away and drank from the bottle. Get to your point, Sienna. "Look, Roman. I really need you to tutor me again."
"No." he replied.
"Why?!" I demanded.
"There's no point." He shrugged. He took a sip of water and my eyes trailed the droplets that fell onto his chest and dribbled down his perfectly sculpted torso. Focus, Sienna.
"No, no!" I waved my hand about. "There is a point." I rushed over.
"It doesn't matter. I've already told you –"
"Je suis désolé!" I exclaimed. Think. Something complex. Think of something complex. "Erm... J-Je suis désolé e-et j'ai besoin de t-toi." I tried. I'm sorry and I need you.
"What are you –"
"Um, the chemical symbol for Gold is A... Au."
"How did you –"
"A-And muscles store glucose in forms of gly... glycogen!" I quickly spurted out. He needed to know. He needed to know I could be smart. I could do this. I wanted to show him that I could do this.
"Where did you –"
"The... The Cold War ended on January 2nd – no! January 1st, 1991." Wait, I missed one. Which one did I miss?
"Sienna?"
"No! No! I missed one! Give me a sec!" I wracked my brain. Come on! Think! What was it?! I spent all morning searching for these answers, gluing them to my brain. Hours. I spent hours! "T-Two examples of collecting data from day-to-day life is.... It's erm... oh! Um, it's election results obtained from television or newspaper and e-electricity bills from houses over the last two –"
I didn't get to finish my sentence as Roman stalked towards me and cupped my face between his hands, mashing his lips to mine.
I staggered back and dropped my books at the rough contact but ultimately melted in as he took my breath away by running his tongue along the seal of my lips, parting them, nudging his tongue against mine. I opened my mouth fully and let him explore. His lips kissed in a ravage of hunger, his breath tasting like Hot Cheetos, but I didn't care. He put it on the shopping list that one time and I just so happened to like them too.
His tongue delved into every corner of my mouth, exploring and seeking my taste as his hands gently cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks, fingers entangling into the dark locks of my hair. The caressing of his tongue against mine caused me to moan, and he pulled away too soon. I couldn't speak.
"You wouldn't shut up." He whispered, still stroking my face with his thumbs. His hands were warm, in fact, his whole aura radiated heat as I came so close to his embrace.
"I need you, Roman." I whispered back. "I-I... please." I looked up to meet his sky-blue gaze, streaks and specs of silver peppered in shimmering flecks across his iris.
"Je te donnerai une autre chance." He told me. I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head to the side in confusion. "Aren't you the French expert now?" he chuckled. I couldn't hide the redness flowing to my cheeks and made an attempt to look away so he couldn't see it. He turned my head back. "I'll give you another chance."
"Really?" I looked up at him hopefully.
"Yes."
The smile that appeared on my lips had never felt more genuine. Another chance. He was giving me another chance!
You can do this, Sienna!
I sighed of relief and pressed my forehead against his. "Thank you." Our breathing steadied as we remained there. Alone and locked in one another's embrace, just us, no one else. We were Sienna and Roman and there was no one to judge, no one to assume, no one to even claim witness but us.
The atmosphere around us became hotter as I felt the naked skin of his chest press against my body. My breathing became stronger from my outburst but also from the intensity rising feverishly between us. It felt so long since something happened between us minus the kiss mere minutes ago.
I held my breath as his thumb delicately travelled from my cheek to my lips that were already subconsciously parted. His rested the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip and studied my mouth with his striking gaze. I gulped as the tip of his thumb made its way past my lips and into my mouth. I knew what he was doing. I knew what he was trying to see. However, I wasn't a hundred percent sure if he truly knew what it meant.
I swirled my tongue around his thumb, sucking slightly, making him suck in a breath. He pulled it out and looked at me.
"I-I don't know why I just did that." He chuckled nervously. "I've just seen people do it before a-and I couldn't help myself. I-I'm sorry."
"Kiss me again." I begged. The kiss he gave me before, he took charge. He kissed me. It was the first kiss he had truly initiated. It wasn't for the deal. It wasn't for anything. Well, it was to shut me up, but it was deal aside. It was it all aside. It was him kissing me. And I wanted it again.
Roman's eyes flickered lustfully at my lips.
"Kiss me." I repeated. Tantalisingly, he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. This time I was the hungry kisser, however. Our mouths parted and our tongue collided, caressing and massaging, our teeth clashing. Roman picked me up in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and listened to him groan in pleasure.
My arms circled around his neck as he sat down on one of the benches, placing my thighs either side of his, straddling him. I brushed my hair from my face to go in for another kiss. He fingers found their way to my hips and gripped them, pulling me closer so my crotch met the hard swell of him poking through his gym shorts. Fucking hell.
I let out a moan as his lips attacked my neck, his teeth gently biting my skin, his soft lips suckling, his warm tongue swirling the now stinging spot. I pulled his head back up and kissed him again, rolling my hips against his in a pleasurable delight. The feeling of his hardness rubbing against my clit with only the barrier of my underwear and his gym shorts created an earth-shattering friction that caused us both to groan.
"Fuck, like that." I told him as his hips met mine.
"Like this?" he moved them faster, his voice completely breathless but I couldn't mistake the smile on his face as he saw what his actions were doing to me.
"Yes." I groaned. "Yes." Oh, sweet Jesus, yes! The swell of him grew and I could see the pain of it reflect on his features. I dragged my hands from around his neck and traced a line down his chest to his abs. He hissed as my fingertips came in contact with the hot and solid skin. I could feel his muscles ripple at my touch and he groaned a deep and low groan into my mouth.
I couldn't help myself, not when his erection was right there. I slid my hand under his gym shorts and boxers and grabbed a hold of him.
"Fuck." He moaned into my mouth. That was fucking hot. Pumped him in my hand, the hot and hard skin throbbing to the touch. "Sienna." He groaned and pulled away from the kiss, watching my hand pump him inside his shorts. Both of his hands trailed from my hips to under my shirt and he rubbed my bare skin with his fingers.
Wanting to feel him even more, I crossed my arms in front of me and lifted my top over my head to reveal my lacy, dark green bra. Without time to spare, Roman kissed the along the swell of my breasts, his teeth scraping across making me yelp. He only chuckled and swirled his tongue around the hurt area, dotting sweet and small kisses.
My hand tangled into his hair and pulled his head up to meet my gaze dripping in desire. He watched me in utter awe as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His chest heaved up and down at a rapid rate. I pulled down both his shorts and boxers in one go, revealing his huge, throbbing erection. He watched me, his eyes smothered with crave and need, glinting in shades of sheer thirst with a bright fleck of eager fascination.
I took his cock in one hand and never let my eyes slip from his and I licked him from base to tip. Roman fluttered his eyes shut and and softly groaned. I circled his slit at the tip with my tongue, and he rested his head back against the wall, consumed with heavenly, sexual bliss.
"Holy shit." He muttered. I kissed the crown, circling his slit with my tongue once more, repeating the action again until his breathing got restless. I took him in my mouth as far as I could, stretching my lips to fit his significant size. When I started bobbing my head, he sucked in a breath and moaned. I loved it when boys moaned. It was the sexiest thing I ever heard.
I kept bobbing, licking his swollen crown with my tongue every time I came up. I had never had a cock this big in my mouth before. Out of all the boys I'd sucked off, Adam always remained the largest. But not now. Not with Roman. He could put them all to shame.
I moaned around him, feeling my arousal drip and soak my panties, and the urge to touch myself only grew when I sneaked a look up at him. His were eyes closed, head resting back on the wall, one arm stretched behind his head, the other gripping the bench, turning his knuckles white. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as the tendons on his neck strained.
I moaned again and he looked down, meeting my sinful gaze. God, this was so dirty.
I fucking loved it.
I moaned around him again, this time emphasising it to make him groan louder, the deep sound sending swirls of flutters around my body, collecting at my lower region. A hand came down to brush my hair out of my face and held it back, his fingers digging into my scalp, urging me to take more. I choked and gagged as he hit the back of my throat.
"That's it." He groaned. "Fuck yes."
I felt tears stream down my cheeks as he hit the back of my throat continuously. I pumped whatever I couldn't take in one hand as the other massaged his balls. I wanted him to c um. He'd c um once with me, but the sight was too enthralling to see just once. It was his pure innocence that became corrupted and leaked with filthy sins that turned me on. How is eyes, once stunned and fascinated, turned dark and dirty as his o rgasm took over.
"Sienna... I'm gonna..." he cried. Thick ropes of his seed shot down my throat. I pulled back to made direct eye contact with him. I kept my eyes hooded, making sure he saw my tear stained cheeks. I swallowed.
Within seconds, he pulled me back up to him and captured my lips in a soft but still craving kiss. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." He confessed, profoundly awestruck.
I smiled as he kissed me again. My pussy throbbed achingly as he yanked me by the hips to rub against his muscular thigh
"I... I want to do something to you now." His pressed his lips to the shell of my ear. If my panties weren't soaked before, they were definitely soaking now.
Roman's fingers hooked around the band of my thong and began pulling it down.
A knock on the door sent us both jumping. "Alright you horny kids. We've heard enough!" the voice of Jesse shouted through.
I looked back at Roman, eyes wide. We couldn't help but instantly burst into small fits of chuckles.
"By the way, your dad's about to walk in any second, Roman. So, if you want your 'study buddy' to keep 'studying' with you, you better hide." Jesse called through again.
"Shit." We simultaneously cursed.