Page 71 of Clueless Romeo

CJ had no idea how fucking ready I was. I was god damn desperate for more. "I need it."

A stuttered breath came from him as he slid a second finger alongside the first. The burn was hotter this time and my body fought to accept him. Patiently, he stretched me, adding a third finger when I was ready.

Groans rattled my chest when foreign yet indescribable sensations sang through my body as he finger-fucked me. In the back of my mind, I knew what came next. As the anticipation grew, white-hot bolts of need coursed through me until I edged close to soaking my sheets with come too soon.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as CJ stared at his fingers sliding inside me. The sight of him with intense desire in his eyes was too much. "Fuck me, babe." He stilled, gaze jerking up to meet mine. I nodded slowly. "I'm ready."

CJ's nostrils flared as he removed his fingers. "Not like this."

My brow furrowed. "What do you—"

"I'm not fucking you the first time without seeing your face. Flip over." It wasn't just heat flaring in his eyes. It was something stronger. It was love, even if he hadn't said it out loud yet.

Holding his gaze, I slowly moved to my back, and CJ swallowed hard. His intense stare roamed my body, and my skin prickled the same way it did when his hands were on me. I needed that touch. "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

CJ's eyes snapped to mine. "And you're sure you want this?"

"How many times can I say yes before you believe me?" I whispered. "Believe me, there is nothing I want more."

"Okay." He puffed out a long breath before he reached for the condom and ripped open the foil with his teeth. My eyes were locked on every movement as he rolled the rubber down his cock and then coated his dick with lube. I wished he'd hurry up. Yes, I wanted this more than anything, but I was still a little nervous.

He tossed the bottle on the bed and rose to his knees, hooking one arm under my knee, pushing up until he hovered over me.

He swallowed hard as he met my eyes before reaching between our bodies and pressing his tip to my asshole. "If you want me to stop—"

It was difficult to speak with his dick teasing me in a way that made my cock leak onto my stomach. "Don't ever fucking stop."

"Never," CJ whispered. The word had so much meaning. The way he looked at me? He wasn't just talking about never stopping the way he slowly stretched me, easing his cock inside. My eyes slammed shut as he slid forward until he was balls deep then he stilled. "Roman, look at me."

It was difficult to open my eyes when the sensations racing through me were a mix of intense pleasure and pain that stole my breath. I managed to crack my eyelids open just enough to shoot him a glare. "I swear if you don't fuck me, I'm going to lose my mind."

His chuckle was so quiet it was barely audible. Then CJ leaned forward, kissing me before he pulled his head back just enough to lock eyes with me. "You get that this isn't just me fucking you, right? I love you too. I have for a while."

My eyes closed again, and my throat ached. I hadn't realized how badly I needed to hear those words because I'd been so focused on making sure he knew how I felt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he agreed, placing another kiss under my jaw, followed by several more barely-there brushes of his lips that tickled my skin. "Breathe," CJ reminded me as he pulled his hips back before sliding forward torturously slow.

His cock hit a place inside me that caused fireworks to explode behind my eyelids. My blood sizzled with white-hot fire. He fed on my moans, curses dripping from his lips as he set a rhythm, slow and steady.

My sac drew tight. The orgasm barreling through me was unstoppable, and I didn't bother trying. There would be time later to take it slower. "You almost there?" I panted. "I'm going to come."

"Fuck, yes. Open your eyes." He reached between our bodies, taking my dick in his hand. It took effort, but I wanted to see CJ come inside me. His eyes bored into mine, love shining bright in his pale-blue irises. "Come for me."

On command, ribbons of come shot from my cock in pulses that seemed unending. I didn't want the euphoria filling my body to end, and I reveled in the way he continued to stroke my cock as he chased his own orgasm. His thrusts grew erratic, and then a deep groan burst from his lips as he pushed deep and held still.

At that moment, I wished he was bare, skin on skin, filling me with his come. The thought was enough to send blood rushing back to my dick, but I was exhausted, and my asshole ached. Now I wanted to wrap my arms around him and feel his toned body next to mine as I gave in to the exhaustion settling in my bones.

His heavy weight collapsed on me, skin dewy with sweat. "Fuck, I love you," he whispered, taking my lips again. The kiss was lazy and sex-drunk as his tongue slid along mine, drinking me in. He slowly devoured me until we were both breathless, and the need for oxygen won. Sucking in air, he lifted onto his elbows and stared down at me silently. And yet, there was so much said between us. I loved him more than I ever imagined I was capable of, and CJ loved me back. The moment seemed to last forever until he finally eased his cock out of my body and crawled off the mattress.

The spell might have been broken, but the connection between us only grew stronger. I'd been blind, but my eyes were wide open now. Well, as far as our relationship anyway. My body was not on the same page as my limbs went limp, and drowsiness swiftly took over my body.

"I need a nap." I yawned.

"In the middle of the day?" CJ laughed.

I folded my arm under my head, eyelids drooping. "More like for a week."

CJ chuckled. "Get your fine ass up and come shower with me."

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