Chapter 89

I wrapped my hands around whatever my mouth couldn't take and pumped him furiously as his fingers and mouth deliciously tormented my body into a sensory overdrive of euphoria.

His fingers curled inside of me and hit that perfect spot, doing a 'come hither' movement. I pulled my mouth away from him and whimpered at the heavenly sensation.

"Shhh..." he soothed, rubbing one of his thumbs softly at the inner of my thigh. "I've got you." He then placed his mouth back on my clit to suck.

"Ah!" I cried and tried to focus back on pumping his cock with both hands. "So good..." The sentence mewed at the back of my throat.

The sensation grew and soon my body combusted with crashes of euphoric pleasure as my climax hit. I cried his name so much I felt it burn on my tongue and my hands pumped his harder, begging for his climax.

A minute or so after mine, he came, and I watched the thick ropes of his c um spurt down his cock. Without hesitation, I leant down and licked him base to tip before taking him in my mouth and sucked off his seed.

"Fuuuck." Roman sighed heavily underneath me as I came back up and wiped my mouth. He placed a gentle kiss at my centre, making me shiver before he lifted me off him so I rested on his chest.

My whole body felt exhausted as I stared up at the ceiling, listening to his rapid heartbeat, feeling my own hammer away, hearing them merge in time, and I smiled to myself. "I fucking love 'Roman Day'."

***

I sat at lunch with Rya the next day, picking at a turkey sandwich and fries. Roman had dropped me back home an hour or so after our... extravaganza and I still couldn't quite believe that whole day had happened. I got some looks from my mom when I arrived for dinner and as much as I tried to ignore them, I knew what she was thinking.

My parents were always cool with me having sex, they were cool with my going to parties and drinking. You see, my mom had this parenting technique that if I felt comfortable talking to her about these things, she could give me advice and make sure I'd do them safely. She knew if she was too strict, I'd do them behind her back and mess it all up, so she'd rather I had a support to come to for guidance which was her.

She didn't exactly ask me if Roman and I were having sex because I was sure they knew but I knew what questions lingered in her mind. What were we? Even though I wouldn't class my mom as strict, she still liked to know what was going on in my life. I always wanted to make them proud, they had chosen me to look after, chosen me to give a wonderful life to and I wanted to show them that I was worth it. That was why I didn't tell them about me failing or this whole agreement between Roman and I. I feared disappointment. My parents had done so much for me I was scared that I would let them down.

I told her that Roman and I were friends and she left it even though I could tell that she wanted to ask for more.

"What d'you think of this one?" Rya held up her phone to show me a dress. It was a pink chiffon dress that fell just above the knee. It was cute.

"That's cute." I replied.

She sighed, "Yeah, I don't know about the colour though, I wore pink to last year's Spring Fling." I remembered the dress. It was a baby pink that fell to her knees but had a train at the back and crystal flowers were sewn into the sweetheart neckline to add that extra bit of sparkle. She was a knockout to say the least and I could name hundreds of boys that wanted to take her home, but Rya left single to finish a homework assignment she had due the next day. Typical her, I laughed in my head.

"Where is it from?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You know the designer friend my momma has in Paris?" I nodded in response. Her name was Rosalie and she owned one of the best boutiques in all of Paris. She even made my Junior Prom dress as a late birthday present from Rya's family.

"Well, she's offered to make my dress for the Spring Fling and Prom and has sent me some of her new designs. I just don't know which one to pick." She rested her chin on her fist.

"You should go with blue; it'll bring out your eyes." I told her. Rya had the deepest, most enchanting blue eyes. They were dark like sapphires lost at the bottom of the ocean and as much as you tried to look away from them, you couldn't. I hated her for it. It was the classic jealously that I tried so hard to not let get in the way of her friendship. No one can help the way they look, and it was horribly wrong to hate someone for it. Yet, she was perfect. There wasn't a thing about her that didn't scream angelic. However, I didn't know if she knew just about beautiful she truly was.

"You're a fashion goddess!" she praised and grinned back at her phone. "Speaking of Prom though, looks like posters are already going up." She pointed to the janitors sticking posters to the cafeteria walls.

"We haven't even had the Spring Fling yet and people are already prepping from Prom?" I chuckled to myself.

"Can you blame them? Prom is our final hoorah. Everyone wants to go out with a bang. Have you checked the Prom Queen running yet?" shit, Prom Queen. I always thought id be biting down on my nails at this time, but it had slipped my mind completely. Yet, as much as it fit the cliche, I so wanted to be Prom Queen. Not because of my image, but because my mom was Prom Queen. Easy to believe, I know. With her fun and loving personality mixed with her killer looks, she fit the title perfectly. 

I turned to Nikki who sat a couple of seats away from me, "D'you know if the Prom Queen running is up yet?" I asked. Nikki hasn't been a problem since Rya and I put her in her place last week, she even came to apologise a few days later.

"It went up this morning, I'm just going to check." She replied, flicking through her phone. I waited nervously as she went on our school's Instagram and clicked the latest post. "Here, the top Prom Queen runners are.... Sienna Callum, Alyse Mitchell, Nikki Saxon, and... Leah Kingston?" hold the fuck up. I turned to Rya who's eyes were popping out of her head. Leah Kingston? Oh, this had to be some joke! The running was how it was as usual. I always got nominated for obvious reasons, Alyse did for being head cheerleader, Nikki because she's the Vice Principle's daughter, but Leah? This had to be another sort of her sick payback.

"Why the hell is she on there?" Nikki demanded to know, as shocked as we were. I couldn't blame her. I always won the queen of the dance, but our school also crowned princesses too, and it was always a race between Nikki and Alyse to see who'd get the princess. With Leah in the mix, given her new status as Adam's girlfriend and her fake sweet innocence, she placed a threat to her, but I had a feeling this wasn't a threat to Nikki, this was supposed to be a threat to me. The final showdown. Who gets Prom Queen? Who leaves the school with the ultimate legacy? Jesus, could this get anymore cliché?

"She's Adam's girlfriend." Rya sighed. "Literally the most popular guy in school, of course she'd get nominated."

"Urgh, this is a nightmare! Her name doesn't even belong in the same sentence as us! She's a practical nobody!" as much as Nikki and I clashed, she was kind of right. Nikki, Alyse and I were the most talked about girls in the school due to our high statues. The gossip, the head cheerleader, and the mean girl. Cliché, I know, but I couldn't help the way high school worked. What was Leah, the 'bad boy's' girlfriend? She was getting her social ranking from someone else, not from her own account.

"Leah couldn't have been the one to nominate herself. Three other people have to nominate her in order for her to join the running." Rya then explained.

"And who would those three other people be?" I questioned.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Probably Adam and his teammates." Of fucking course. Adam most likely wanted to get back to me too and he knew how much being Prom Queen would mean to me. Urgh, what a dick.

"Seriously?!" Nikki exclaimed. "Once I find those three people, they're going to wish they were never born." She scowled before storming off.