Page 70 of Clueless Romeo

Twenty

Roman

It would bea straight-up lie if I said I wasn't nervous.

Weeks ago, you'd never have convinced me I'd find myself craving a dick in my ass. But here I was on my hands and knees,needingit. Needinghim.

A tremor shook my body as CJ's hands roamed over my ass, kneading and separating.

A strange sense of power surged through me the longer he stared, puffing out labored breaths. He wanted this as bad as I did, but CJ apparently enjoyed the torturous anticipation he was building.

A sudden sharp sting landed on my ass, followed by CJ's curse. "Fuck, you are so damn hot bent over and waiting for me. Do you want it slow, my hard cock sliding in and out of your tight ass until you are desperate to come?"

A groan ripped from my throat as my dick jerked, leaking pre-come on my silk sheets because he was the only damn thing I wanted at the moment. The anticipation was killing me. "Are you going to make me wait all day?"

"Maybe." He chuckled, the sound raspy and laced with sin. "I wouldn't get tired of the view for damn sure." Determined to make him lose control and give me what I want, I spread my legs wider. Another swat landed on my ass, the pain blooming into fire-fueled need. CJ growled. "I know what you're doing, Cupid. You could just beg for it."

"I'm about to beg for you to put your dick in my mouth," I taunted, but it was the truth. I was caught between wanting him to fill the ache deep inside me or wrapping my lips around his cock. Driving him as crazy as he drove me. He paused, and a hidden smile played on my lips. CJ whispered, "You want that, don't you?"

His touch fell away, and I watched him circle the bed, stopping in front of me, cock bobbing inches from my lips. His tip beaded with precome, and my mouth watered, wanting to taste him.

Last night, I hadn't been sure I'd ever be with him this way again. And when he'd initially refused to hear me out this morning, dread had formed a pit in my stomach at the possibility we were finished before we even got started. Now CJ was mine, and I was positive I'd never be able to sate the bone-deep craving I felt for him.

"You want my dick in your mouth?" CJ's voice was a strained whisper as he ran one hand through my thick hair and used the other one to aim his cock toward my mouth.

"Is that a real question right now?" I glared because he was enjoying drawing this out.

CJ rubbed his tip over my lips, leaving behind a sticky wet trail. Instinctively I licked them, catching the salt-tinged flavor on my tongue. I stared up at him as a shudder wracked his body.

He cursed and said through gritted teeth, "You keep doing shit like that, and I'll never make it into your mouth, much less your ass."

CJ's fist ran along his length, and his chest rose and fell in a heaving breath. From the look of him, that wasn't an idle threat. He appeared moments from losing his shit, and I wasn't ready for this to be over. Not before I took him deep inside me. "Suck me, Cupid. Let me see your lips wrapped around my cock."

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and parted my lips. A deep groan crawled up his throat as he slowly inched his cock into my mouth.

CJ was thick and heavy on my tongue, and his panting breaths filled the air with a sound I could easily become addicted to. Maybe I already was. Without hesitation, I tightened my lips and sucked as hard as I could.

My eyes slammed closed as more precome hit my tongue, flavor bursting of salt and musk, a dizzying combination that had me craving more. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted to fuck with his head so bad all he could think of for weeks was me.

Reaching up with one hand, I cupped his sac, weighing and rolling his flesh with soft caresses that seemed to snap his control. His hips surged forward, shoving his entire length into my mouth. I relaxed my throat so I could take him deep.

Curses flew from his lips, and he was motionless as his fingers tightened in my hair. I did my best to control the need to gag that was roiling in the back of my throat, but I lost, muscles constricting around him.

A shout ripped from his lungs as he withdrew completely, taking a step back. His gaze bore deep into mine. "Fucking hell, Cupid. Your greedy mouth is going to have to wait, or this is going to be over before it starts."

CJ circled around the bed, and my senses heightened in awareness when the squeak of my nightstand drawer opening cut through the silence.

Foil crinkled as he snagged a condom and tossed it on the bed. He remained standing behind me when the snap of a lid popping open hit my ears. I expected to be more nervous than I was, but this was CJ. I loved him. I trusted him.

"Are you ready?" he whispered as the mattress dipped behind me, and he settled back on his calves between my legs.

"More than ever." I managed a nod and was met with CJ's slick finger slipping over my asshole. A moan, soft and smooth, filtered through my lips at the indescribable sensation rippling through me. It melted my limbs, and I was unable to hold my weight on my shaking arms.

I dropped onto my elbows, and CJ groaned quietly. "You are complete fucking perfection." He applied the slightest pressure, and I held my breath, waiting for him to push into me. "Breathe," he encouraged, tracing a finger down my spine with a soothing touch. My body obeyed his command, and he hummed in approval just as he slowly slid a finger inside me. The burn was instant but not at all what I expected. Pain and pleasure collided, a dizzying effect that had me pushing back, seeking more of his touch.

He silently worked me with slow strokes until I was rocking back, ready for more.

"Another?" he asked.

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