Broom Closet Clandestine

It was surprising how normal this day had started. I had made it to campus on time, but the hallways were busy as usual this time of day and I was walking to my class when all of a sudden someone was shoved into me hard. We both are thrust into an open doorway, I'm able to brace myself as I hit the opposite wall before the body of the person behind me is pressed against me. His arms react, one wrapping around my waist and the other against the wall to make sure I don't go face-first into it.

My mind is whirling as I hear the sound of the door locking us in. The man behind me still holding me close growls, the breath from his words warming the back of my neck, making a shiver run through me.

"Fuckers, can't take a joke" I hear him fumbling around with his free hand, as the other is still wrapped around my waist. He finds what he is looking for and the lights turn on.

I turn my head I find his golden-brown eyes locked with mine. I recognized him, but I hadn't ever talked to him before. Two sudden realizations dawn on me where we are, a broom closet, what has to be the smallest broom closet that has ever existed, and that our entire bodies are pressed up together.

"What the fuck just happened?" I ask trying to remain calm but my heart is racing and not just because of the strange new situation.

His golden-brown eyes narrow down at me, as a small grin spreads across his lips. "Those frat boys didn't know how to take a joke and thought they would be punishing me by locking me in here." His voice is calm and even as if he is unphased by this.

"You don't seem too upset to be trapped in a broom closet with a stranger," I said as I tried to move some to put some distance between us, he was very handsome and his body heat was doing something to me.

"Didn't think my first time speaking to you would be this close or in such cramped quarters Maeve" His voice was a little deeper than it was a moment ago, as he chuckles his breath warmed the side of my neck again, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You seem to know me but I don't know your name". I say still trying to gain some space from him.

"My name is Roman," his lips now directly next to my ear he whispers "I need you to stop moving so much. I don't mind the close space, especially since I get to spend some lone time with you, but if you keep wiggling against me it may cause a problem, to say the least." As he says this uses his arm wrapped around my waist to pull me closer and I feel the stirrings of the rather large problem he is referring to.

A gasp escapes my lips before I can even think, I freeze in place and I can feel my cheeks heating up. A groan comes from his lips and his husky voice whispers "Gods you're adorable when you blush for me. Even cuter than I imagined." My breath starts to quicken at his words, and I feel him nuzzle the side of my neck. His voice still husky whispers "Calm down sugar, I'm not going to hurt you, and I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to be honest, about what you are doing to me."

My mouth feels as if I swallowed a cup of sand and I have to lick my lips before I can respond "You're not scaring me." I say breathlessly. My mind racing with the impracticability of this situation. 'How am I locked in a storage room with a handsome handsy man? This is the stuff of the cheesy romance novels I secretly enjoy. This cannot be happening...and why am I excited that it is?'

"I can feel your heartbeat, if you're not scared then" He grins into my neck "You're excited, and the thought of you being excited to be so close to me" he kisses the back of my neck "Is doing wild things to me Maeve." He pulls his head back his expression unreadable as he takes his hand and gently traces my jaw, his thumb brushing against my lips as he stares down at my flushed face.

"You seriously can be...aroused because we're stuck in a broom closet!" I try to snap but my voice comes out a bit rocky.

Roman's expression remained unreadable as he gazed down at my flushed face. He gently graces my quivering lips with his thumb, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "What can I say, doll? You've been driving me wild for months now. I've seen you around campus and all I could think of was you" His grip on my waist tightens possessively. "And now that you are here so close to me, so soft, and excited, wiggling against me" he leans down and presses kisses to the side of my neck right below my ear causing me to shudder and gasp. My blood is boiling as he kisses the delicate skin of my neck. Then he whispers "It makes me wonder how do we make the most of our predicament?" He continues to kiss and suck on the side of my neck, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my core.

'I should tell him to stop, to let go but fuck why does it feel so good.' I try to take calming breaths but it isn't helping as his lips kindle a fire in my blood, my breath becoming shallower.

Roman's eyes gleamed with barely contained desire as he gazed down at mine. His hand wrapped around my waist, and he started to move it in slow teasing circles as he whispered "That's it doll. Just relax and let me take care of you." He purred his hand that had been caressing my chin sliding down my body and settling on her hip. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this Maeve. How long I've wanted you, to hold you this close, to taste your skin, and hear your moans." His mouth descended on my neck more pressing in his affections, eliciting a gasp from me when his hand at my waist slipped under the hem of my shirt, fingers dancing along the soft skin of my stomach. "You're so soft, so delectable, and so very responsive. I'm going to enjoy every inch of you."

All I can do is withstand the torrent of pleasure he is sending me my hands braced on the wall in front of me, trying not to melt into a puddle of horny goo. As I try to stifle a moan, "Roman" I breath, my voice comes out breathlessly. My mind raced as if my blood felt like it was on fire, 'I shouldn't want this, I should tell him to stop but I don't want him to, I want him to touch me more.'

"Yes, princess?" His hand on my stomach moved up ever so slightly, teasingly close to my chest "I can hear how much you want me" He grinds himself against my ass, his hand on my hip moving lower to tease my upper thigh "and I can assure you it is mutual. You feel so good, baby. But I want to hear you say you want this. I want to hear how turned on you are." As I turned my head to look at him, he kissed me. The dark-haired boy growled possessively as his lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth as I gasped, exploring every inch as I kissed him back, his hands kneading my soft skin.

When we finally broke for air all I could do is moan softly "Roman". Trying to catch my breath.

Roman's eyes darkened with desire as he heard my whimper his name. "That's it, baby. Say my name. Tell me how much you want me." His lips trail hot, open-mouth kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and onto my shoulder. He nipped, and sucked at the sensitive skin, determined to leave his mark.

'God, why is he so good at this? I feel like I'm on fire.' I whimper as he lavishes attention on my neck. "Please" she whispers "don't stop."

"You're mine now baby. I'm going to make you feel so good." Roman purred, his hand sliding up to tease my breast while the other slipped under my skirt to massage my upper thigh moving closer and closer to my aching core. He claimed my mouth in another searing kiss, full of promise. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring and tasting every inch as his hips ground against mine in a slow, sensual, maddening rhythm.

I grind back against him matching his rhythm. When we finally break from our kiss I whisper his name, "Roman." I want to feel him grind on my bare skin so I lift my skirt so he can grind on my backside.

His lips descend on the other side of my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more access, a silent plea for him to keep going. Roman's eyes darken with unbridled lust as I tilt my head, exposing more of my neck to him. A deep, guttural growl rumbled through his chest when I grind against him. "Fuck, Darling, you're making it so hard for me to control myself." He rasped, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, while he continued to grind against me in a steady rhythm. "Such a naughty girl, aren't you? Offering yourself to me like this." He purred as his teeth grazed my earlobe.

I murmur "So very naughty" A moan softly escapes my lips "I'm a very bad girl." 'I feel like I'm on melting, as if every movement sends electricity to my clit, I want him so bad'.

Roman's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger at my words. "That's right, baby. You're my naughty girl, aren't you?" He purred, his fingers hooking into my delicate lace panties, slowly dragging them down. Leaning in close, his lips brushed against mine as he growled. "Time to be punished for your wicked ways." Rome's free hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth descended upon my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

His hips ground against mine in a steady, relentless rhythm as he devoured me. "You're mine, doll. Every. Last. Inch." The dark-haired boy rasped between searing, possessive kisses.

She moaned and continued to grind against him. "Yes please".

A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Rome's chest as the scent of my arousal hit his senses. His golden eyes darkened with unbridled lust, filled with an insatiable hunger.

"That's right, baby. Let me hear those pretty little moans." He purred, his fingers trailing teasingly along the skin of my upper thigh, so close to where I wanted his hands, his cock but so very far away too.

Leaning in, Rome nuzzled against my cheek, his warm breath fanning across her skin. "You smell so damn good. Like sin and sweet temptation." The dark-haired boy rasped, his hips grinding against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I moan and shivers with need "Please Roman". Feeling desperate for him, a need for him that consumes me.

The hand that had been teasing my upper thigh, moves to where I need it, his fingers teasing her slick folds. "Fuck, you're soaking for me aren't you baby?" Roman growled, his voice dripping with dark, carnal desire. Capturing my lips in another searing kiss, he swallowed my whimpers of pleasure, as he slowly teasingly inserted his finger. "Don't worry Princess, I'm going to make you feel amazing."

I sob with pleasure and gasp as he sets a low and steady rhythm with his finger. "Roman!" I cry out matches the rhythm with my hips, and he inserts another finger.

Roman's eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt my walls clench around his probing fingers. "That's right, doll. Come undone for me." He purred, his thumb circling my sensitive nub with determined strokes.

Capturing my lips in a searing, bruising kiss, Rome swallowed my wanton whimpers. "So fucking good, baby. Going to make you feel so damn good." The dark-haired boy rasped, his hips rocking against mine in a steady, relentless rhythm. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers he could feel me clench around them, Roman growled possessively against my lips. "That's it, doll. Let go for me."

I beg for more. "Roman Please!" My voice was rough and needy.

Roman's eyes gleamed with dark desire at my pleading whimpers. "What is it, doll? What do you need?" he purred, his fingers slowing their pace in a playful teasing manner, driving me wilder by the moment. Leaning in closer, his lips brushed against the shell of my ear as he murmured. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want." Roman's voice was low and rough with barely contained hunger. "I'll give you anything you want. Just say the word."

"You're going to make me say it?" I pant out.

Roman's eyes narrowed with wicked amusement as he heard my plaintive whimper. "Yes, doll. I want to hear the filthy words fall from those pretty lips of yours." He purred, his fingers now stilling all together while still deeply in my tight core. "Don't be shy now. I know exactly what you need." The dark-haired boy murmured, his hips rolling against mine in a slow, sensual grind. "So tell me, baby. What do you want me to do to you?"

I can't help but blush as I rotated so my face is pressed into the wall and my exposed ass and pussy are rubbing against his covered crotch "Please fuck me, Roman."

A feral growl rumbled in Rome's chest as he heard the desperate plea. Gripping my hips, he ground his clothed erection against my exposed, slick flesh.

"Fuck, baby. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of hearing those words." He rasped, his voice dripping with dark, carnal desire. "Time to give you what you need, doll." His hands slid down to grip my thighs before spreading them wider and pulling my ass flush against his crotch, he freed himself from his pants. Romam began sheathed himself inside my slick, welcoming heat, inch by glorious inch, a guttural groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest. "So fucking tight. You feel amazing, baby."

I moan and match his rhythm as I starts moving, his pace slow and sensual at first but building in tempo. "Roman! Oh god you're huge". My walls already fluttering from being stretched and filled so completely.

Roman's eyes darkened with unbridled lust as my cries of pleasure echoed in the cramped space. "That's it, doll. Scream my name." He growled, his hips snapping forward in a relentless, punishing rhythm. One hand gripped my thigh, holding my leg in place as he drove into me. The other tangled in my hair, tugging my head back to expose her throat. Each thrust was pure bliss, sending me closer and closer to heaven. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me." Roman's rasped before descending on my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

His pace grew more erratic, his control slipping as the pleasure built. "Fuck, baby. I'm not gonna last much longer." The dark-haired boy groaned, his thumb circling my sensitive nub in time with his thrusts.

"ROMAN!" I scream his name as my release slams into me. Feeling as if I have died the most blissful death there is.

Roman's eyes gleamed with feral triumph as I cried out his name, my walls clenching around him in the throes of ecstasy. A guttural growl rumbled in his chest as he felt my release coat his throbbing length.

"That's it, doll. Scream for me." He rasped, his hips continuing their relentless pace, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.

Capturing my lips in a searing, possessive kiss, Rome swallowed my cries. His grip on my thigh tightened to a bruising degree as he drove into me, chasing his own release.

"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm going to fill you up, baby." The dark-haired boy groaned against my lips, his hips stuttering as his climax crashed over him.

Rome buried his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his guttural groan of satisfaction as he spilled himself inside my tight core. His body trembled with the intensity of his release, holding me as close as he could as both rode out the aftershocks.

I start panting "That was amazing Roman".

Roman's breathing was ragged as he came down from his high, his grip on her slowly loosening. "Fuck, doll...that was..." He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Pressing a tender kiss to my temple, Rome nuzzled against my neck, his voice low and gruff. "You were perfect, babygirl. Absolutely fucking perfect." The dark-haired boy murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my skin.

Reluctantly, he withdrew from my warmth, I already miss the feeling of being sheathed by him. "As much as I'd love to stay like this forever...we should probably get out of this damn closet before someone finds us." Rome chuckled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to my lips. "And maybe we can find a bed to have another round or three."