Page 49 of Clueless Romeo

Unpracticed, I bobbed my head slowly, watching Roman's face twist in agonized bliss. His fingers wound through my hair, gripping tight, but a sense of power rushed through me. I was the one putting that look on his face, and I wanted more of the raspy sounds rushing from his lips. They belonged to me.

"Just like that." He groaned as he guided me, showing me what he liked.

My fingers of one hand tightened on his thigh while my other hand began a slow, steady pump on his length, matching the speed I fucked him with my mouth.

Raspy curses and groans filled the room along with the wet sucking noises coming from my mouth stretched around his cock.

"You feel incredible," Roman whispered on a moan as he moved his hips in shallow thrusts. "Fucking perfect, babe." If I was doing a bad job, he didn't seem to notice. His stare burned into mine, then dipping to where his cock glistened with spit. "Too perfect."

I wasn't sure there was such a thing as too perfect. I tightened my lips and sucked hard.

"Jesus." His shout ricocheted in the room before he tugged my hair. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come, and I'm not done with you. I want your ass."

A shiver raced along my skin, and I popped off his dick. A new sense of nervousness settled in my bones as I rose to my feet. I wanted to feel him inside me more than anything, but I was also aware of how big his cock was. It was a little intimidating to think of somehow fitting it in my ass when the only thing I'd ever played with was a dildo a fraction of his size.

As if reading the conflict in my mind, Roman tugged me up before placing a kiss on my lips. "If you don't want that, we don't do it."

"I want to," I replied quickly. "I'm just… You're bigger than I expected."

A cocky grin twisted his lips, and I rolled my eyes. "Your ego is something to marvel at."

"You complimented my dick. I'm not supposed to be happy about that?" He chuckled before gripping my chin. "I showed you mine. Now show me yours." His hand lowered to my zipper, and I sucked in a breath at the whirring sound as he dragged it down. "Take them off."

Roman stepped back, naked body on display. I slowed my breathing as I dropped the denim to the floor and stepped out of them. He eyed me expectantly, so I tugged off my shirt. My skin was overly sensitive, and I needed him to touch me, to take the edge off the intense craving gnawing my insides.

His gaze lowered to my underwear. "You leaked for me."

The hint of reverence in his tone made it easier to slip the boxer briefs down my legs.

I stared at him as he marveled over the sight of me. Roman swallowed audibly as his gaze dipped to my chest, skated over my abs to my happy trail, then landed on my dick. He studied me as if he were committing every muscle and tendon to memory. Not to mention my cock, which bobbed in the air and rivaled his for size.

"Come here," he whispered, making my heart beat faster. I focused on him and left my nerves behind me on the floor with my briefs.

I could see the moment he left any doubt behind. In his desperation, he didn't wait for me to come to him. Roman met me halfway, taking my mouth in a fierce kiss as he ran his hands over my bare skin as if he didn't know which parts he wanted to touch first. We moved together in a flurry of heated bare flesh on bare flesh, grinding and moaning as we consumed each other. My knees nearly gave out when his fingers curled around my cock and stroked.

I'd waited far too long to satisfy my curiosity—the aching need—for a man. For Roman. And the way I wanted him was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before. I was on fire. My veins sizzled with electricity as each glide of his fingertips coasted along my skin. It wasn't enough. And I wasn't sure it would ever be.

He worked my cock as if he knew exactly what I liked, nearly sending me spiraling over the edge. There were so many things I wanted before he got me off. Tearing my mouth from his was an exercise in restraint but necessary if I didn't want to come all over his hand.

As if he could read my mind, and I was starting to believe he could, Roman hummed, gripped my chin, and leaned forward, placing a close-mouthed kiss on my lips. Then he whispered, "On the bed. Hands and knees."

A shiver rippled through every cell in my body as I turned toward the bed. I was needy and anxious—a bag of nerves and consuming heat. I was about to expose the most private place on my body to someone else's eyes for the first time. If it were anyone but Roman, I wasn't sure I could have gone through with it. But itwasRoman. And somehow, I trusted him.

Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the black comforter on his bed and waited.

I could feel his eyes on me. Without looking, I knew his stare was scorching my skin. I was startled when his hands landed on my ass, first squeezing, kneading, and then separating. Roman held me open and exposed, and an unrestrained groan rattled his chest.

The face-off with my asshole and balls seemed to last a lifetime, and I was growing impatient, needing him to touch me. "Roman—"

Fingertips skimmed along my spine, followed by his soft-spoken words. "You are so fucking perfect. I have never wanted anyone the way I want you, CJ."

His touch continued moving down further before stopping just short of where I wanted him most, making my asshole clench. Anticipation of what was to come locked my muscles up tight, but his touch fell away from my skin without warning.

I cursed at being denied, making him chuckle as he backed away. "So impatient. Don't move."

The sound of his footsteps retreating over the wooden floorboards made me glance toward him. Roman pulled open the top drawer of his iron-and-glass nightstand, quickly withdrawing a bottle of lube and a condom.

Lube and a condom.My chest tightened, my heartbeat sped up, and my cock leaked a trail of pre-come onto his dark comforter. This was happening, and I was more than ready.

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