Page 48 of Clueless Romeo

"Would you like something to drink?" Roman asked in a whisper as he leaned in, lightly brushing his lips along mine.

I shook my head slightly then nipped his lip. "No."

Roman groaned. "Upstairs before I strip you down right here."

"If that's a threat, it's a bad—" I gasped at the sting that bloomed on my ass. My eyes widened. "Did you just fucking spank me?"

Roman's smile was sin and lust laced together as he brought both of his hands to my ass and dragged me in until there was no room between us. "Upstairs, CJ. Now."

"You are kind of holding me in place," I pointed out, but he made no move to loosen his hold.

Roman just stared at me. He didn't look away for several seconds, didn't even blink, and I wondered what he was thinking. His chest shook as he blew out a long breath and he finally let go. "I'm going to ruin you, you know that, right? After tonight you aren't going to want anyone else. I'm going to make damn sure of that."

His threats really needed work if he wanted me to duck out. As far as I was concerned, I hoped he kept those promises. "We'll see. Maybe I'll ruin you."

I wasn't sure that was true because I didn't know what I was doing. Not really. Roman wanted me on my knees, and I wanted that too. But what if I sucked at giving head, or what if I gagged? Would that turn him off? Those were the questions I had as I walked through the darkened room toward the back of his lobby, where I knew an identical staircase to mine would lead to his apartment. And to his bedroom.

This was happening. Roman drove the point home when he groaned behind me as I took the steps to the second floor. "Your ass is fucking perfect."

"Picturing me bent over again?" I asked, and a growl left his lips. "Who said I wouldn't be fucking you?"

"That what you want?" he asked, surprising me. Would he be up for that? I was up for it if that was the case, but not tonight.

We stepped into his apartment living room, only lit by dim lamplight. Turning to face him, I shook my head. "No. Tonight, I want to feel you inside me."

Roman cursed, and before I could take another step, he was on me, hands yanking me close, tilting his head, and slanting his mouth over mine.

An embarrassingly loud moan rose from my throat as I parted my lips. He tasted as good as I remembered. Mint hit my tongue as he fucked my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. All I could think, see, and smell was Roman. I was drowning in him, and I never wanted to breathe again.

I barely registered the way he walked me backward toward the hall. Once we crossed the threshold to his darkened bedroom, he broke away, gasping for air. "Jesus, you drive me fucking insane."

The feeling was mutual. My cock throbbed, trapped in my jeans, begging for release. But from the moment Roman brought up seeing me on my knees, I'd wanted to wrap my lips around his dick. I'd practiced on a dildo, but it wasn't the same.

Roman flicked on the lights, whispering, "I want to see every part of you."

My gaze trailed over his toned body, wanting to see every bare inch of him, too. I needed to satisfy my curiosity about how much of his skin was covered in tattoos. "Take off your shirt."

His eyebrow arched as he crossed his arms at his waist, gripped the hem of his t-shirt, and whipped it over his head. "Someone's bossy in bed."

My tongue thickened as he stood before me shirtless for the first time. Black ink swirled into clean designs I was itching to touch and trace with my tongue and fingers. My voice roughened, and my dick ached. "Lose the pants too."

He gave a dark chuckle as his fingers tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants. "Fucking gladly, but feel free to get naked too."

Roman deftly tugged his sweats off and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. My gaze laser-focused on his bobbing hard cock, long and thick, the reddened tip swollen with a drop of pre-come beading on it, just waiting for my tongue. My mouth watered as I slowly lowered to my knees, lips inches from his dick.

Glancing up, I shook my head. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."

Roman's jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared as I settled in front of him and placed my palms on his shaking thighs. "CJ," he breathed out. "You're sure?"

Of course, I was sure. We'd come this far. No way I was backing out now. That didn't mean I had confidence in my skills. "You know I've never done this. I might be bad at it."

Roman reached down, tipping my chin up with his thumb as he gripped the side of my neck. "Babe, I don't give two fucks if you are the world's worst dick sucker. If I don't come the second you wrap your lips around my cock it'll be a mother fucking miracle." His thumb moved upward, tracing my lips. "Suck it. I want to see my cock slide in and out of those perfectly fuckable lips."

His words boosted my confidence, so sucking in a deep breath, I grabbed the base of his dick. Roman groaned and his hand fell away from my face.

While staring up at him, I leaned forward and parted my lips, sliding his tip into my mouth. The groan that rumbled in Roman's chest and the heated flesh on my tongue sent a dizzying euphoric buzz straight to my head. Pre-come hit my tastebuds and burst with flavors of salt and musk.

My cock was leaking so much I could feel my boxer briefs becoming sticky, but the only thing on my mind was how badly I wanted to drain his come straight down my throat.

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