Page 42 of Clueless Romeo

I shoved a hand between us and cupped his dick. "I already told you, my goddamn name better be the next you let slip off those perfectly fuckable lips."

He sucked in a harsh breath when I moved my hand, rubbing the bulge through his sweatpants. Maybe it should have shocked me that I'd been the one to take that leap. There was a long, thick dick in my hand that wasn't my own. But it didn't shock me at all. Touching CJ this way felt inevitable and everything I never knew I wanted before he'd swept into my life.

It finally registered what he was wearing, and I reared back just enough to study him. CJ wasn't dressed for a date at all.

"Did you even go out with him?" My voice cracked because I needed to know, but I also couldn't take my hand off him.

"Does it matter?" CJ thrust forward, and instinctively I curled my fingers around his cock, stroking him as he let out a gravel-filled groan.

It did. More than I wanted to admit, but if that was what he needed to hear, then I'd be honest. "Yes."

CJ panted as I worked my hand along his length. "Yes, we went out." I froze as the words sank in, and CJ reached down, guiding my hand down to cup his sac. "Don't you dare stop now, Roman. You're the one who set us up. You can't be mad about it now. You have no right."

The weight of his balls in my hand was foreign, and short-circuited my brain just enough to push away the idea of them together on a date. Yet not enough to derail my thoughts entirely. I gently rubbed my palm against CJ's sac, wondering if he was as sensitive there as I was. "Did you kiss him before you kissed me?"

I squeezed slightly, and his eyes slammed shut with a heady moan. "You lost the right to ask me that when you walked away."

"CJ—"

"Shut up, Roman." He cut me off with a sigh, both exasperated and drenched in sex. "No, I didn't kiss him. You were my first. Happy?"

Possessiveness I didn't know I was capable of swelled in my chest. "You have no idea."

"Of course, you are, you greedy bastard." He wasn't wrong, so I didn't argue. Not that I could anyway when he slid one finger along the length of my cock. The air was sucked from my lungs with such a simple touch. CJ whispered. "More?"

"God, yes." My grip tightened around his dick, and his breath hitched.

His long fingers wrapped around my cock as he stroked. Once. Twice. My jaw loosened as my world boiled down to the feel of him jerking me off through my shorts. The groan that edged up my throat was a lazy crawl of complete and total destruction. I was ruined. Completely and totally destroyed by how much I wanted CJ.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in voicing what I wanted—to feel him bare in my hand. "Pants off."

With a curse, his hand was gone from my cock in a heartbeat then he gripped the band of my shorts. My fingers found their way into his, too, and both were shoved down around our thighs. And then every nerve in my body prickled with energy; electric and hotter than a live wire. Skin on skin. Cock against cock. We both shuddered.

"I really didn't kiss him," CJ whispered, voice shaking. "I left fifteen minutes into the stupid date I didn't want to go on in the first place."

Gripping the back of his head, fingers tangled in his raven-colored hair, I muttered one word. "Good."

Jerking his face to mine, I traced my tongue over the seam of his lips.

He eagerly granted me entrance. Teeth, tongue, and lips—the intoxicating sensations whipped through me, and I consumed the desperate sounds coming from deep in his throat. Desperation permeated the air around us, thick and heady with lust. CJ took both of our cocks in one hand, and stark white spots dotted my vision as we both thrust through the tight ring of his fingers.

I was going to come embarrassingly fast, but there was no stopping the orgasm barreling through every cell in my body. His grip tightened, fist working us hard. I couldn't tear my mouth from his long enough to warn him. My body caught fire. The flame so hot the feeling raced through my blood, an intensity I'd never felt before. Wasn't sure I would ever again, so I didn't fight it. My hips jerked, and CJ's moan sent me flying over the edge.

Ribbons of my come rolled over his hand, and the wet glide brought on wave after wave of euphoria.

"Roman." CJ stiffened right before he groaned my name again and he came, the most intoxicating sound I'd ever heard. I was drunk off CJ. The warmth of his come mixing with mine was beyond anything I could have expected. There were no words for how perfect the moment felt.

As he released his hold on our dicks, we each sucked in deep breaths, regaining our bearings. I was covered in come, drained of all energy, yet the only thought circling my mind was a second round.

My legs threatened to give way as they shook holding my weight. After tugging my shorts over the mess we'd created, I sagged against the cold glass and watched him pull up his sweatpants.

"Shit. I've never come that hard in my life." CJ chuckled on shallow puffs of air, the first to break the silence.

Neither had I. But as the quiet shattered around us, I was at a loss on how to respond. Reality sank in, clearing the lust-hazed air. I'd fucked around with a guy. I'd never wanted anyone more than I had CJ. More than Istillwanted him, and that scared the shit out of me.

He leaned back, narrowing his eyes. "You going to freak out now?"

"Probably," I replied honestly. "I don't know what to—"

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