Page 44 of Romeo vs Romeo

His arms wrapped around my body tighter, and the words left my lips in a sigh I never expected to hear. “I think I’m in love with you.”

There was only a moment of tension that passed between us, but then I realized that his muscles had bunched in the effort to turn me around. My body froze with fright. Had I truly uttered those words? Had I said them aloud?

My chest shook with the pounding heartbeats it was unable to contain within. And when Everett turned me around, he towered over me, gazing into my eyes. He swallowed, a small smile creeping to his face. “I never thought I could be this lucky,” he whispered.

“You’re not scared?” I asked.

He let out a soft laugh. “I’m fucking terrified, Roman. But not of you. And not of my feelings for you.”

Our bodies melted together in a heated embrace, a passionate kiss following a few heartbeats later. As we kissed, Everett nudged me to walk backward. Inch by heated inch, I neared the wide bed under the dark, elaborate cross with a carving of Christ observing us.

And when Everett pushed me lightly, I fell back on his bed, arms spread wide, much like those of the man hanging on the wall, and Everett climbed on top of me. He lowered his weight to my upper legs, his hands pressing my abdomen and dragging lazily up my torso. The edge of my T-shirt lifted, revealing a strip of flesh that caught his eye. “I’m falling in love with you, too, Roman,” he said in a deep, quiet purr. “How could I not?”

I knew it wasn’t simple flattery. The truth of his words took away my senses. It left me speechless, disoriented, only really aware of one thing: we were together again.

Everett traced the sides of my torso until he reached my armpits, and then he followed the length of my arms until he held my wrists in his iron grip, his torso leaning low and his head hovering just above mine. And when he kissed me, I was gone. I was so far gone into the realm of pure bliss that I didn’t care about the risks. I didn’t care that his home was marked with that which judged us from every wall and every corner. I didn’t care that his parents could surprise us and find us in the moment of purest passion. Let them. Let them see what it looked like to make love.

Everett kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring me freely and with such confidence that it was hard to believe he had been deeply closeted just a month ago. It was hard to believe that he had never been with another man before me, but it was the truth.

“I want you,” I whispered once his lips moved away from mine. “I want you so bad, Everett.”

“I’m here,” he said, his breath hot and sweet and wonderful against my lips.

“Do what you told me you wanted to do,” I said, fighting for control over my voice.

His smile was sinister, devilishly handsome. He gripped my wrists tighter, crossing them above my head and holding themwith one hand. His other hand traveled down my arm, armpit, and the side of my rib cage. Everett pinched his fingers around the edge of my T-shirt and dragged it all the way to my neck, revealing my entire torso. He did the same to his T-shirt a moment later, his hot body pressing hard against mine.

I wiggled just a little, and Everett climbed off my legs, letting me spread them wide so he could lie between them. Then, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he kissed me again.

Each kiss was hungrier than the one before it; each grew hotter than any I’d shared with anyone before. The yearning in me to feel Everett inside my body was so strong that it made my throat tight and my chest quiver with each laborious breath I drew.

Everett’s free hand traveled up and down the length of my torso. His fingers found my left nipple, pinching it gently, playfully, until a moan burst out of me, and he swallowed it in the middle of our kiss. He didn’t stop. Instead, he pinched me harder, teasing my nipple with those soft fingers.

I broke our kiss when warmth spilled and spread through my guts. It traveled quickly down my thighs, leaving a tingling trail of arousal, and my head snapped back, my neck arching in ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” I grunted, trying to break free of his grip and failing miserably. It wasn’t like I had anything to do with my hands if the control returned to me. I was simply filled with the need to act.

“Tell me I’m yours,” I begged.

Everett’s hand left my nipple and reached to my chin. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, looking into my eyes. “You’re mine, baby. Only mine.”

If humans could melt like ice cream on a hot summer afternoon, that would be what happened to me then.

In the dark orange glow of that single, struggling lamp, the room exuded warmth, but it was my inner light that banished the shadows.

When Everett released my wrists, I quickly grabbed the upper edge of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head. He lifted his torso for long enough to toss the T-shirt aside and then pull mine off as well. He watched me as I heaved a deep breath of air into my lungs, my chest rising and falling sharply.

“Are you gonna be good, Roman?” he purred, placing his hands squarely on my chest and dragging them torturously down to my waist.

“Never,” I teased.

“Then I’ll have to make you,” he said, his voice adopting that irresistible quality of pure electricity. His true self, that wild and touch-starved young man, came out of the shadows, reclaiming the beautiful body that would have what it was owed. He would have all the pleasures I could offer, and I could offer many and more.

“You can try,” I said, defiance outweighing the playfulness in my tone. My hands were around his wrists, but there was no point in trying to stop his hands from exploring me. He was infinitely stronger, and I was absolutely his to touch, to feel, and to claim.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, then unbuckled my belt while kneeling upright in the subdued light that softened his features and cast deep, rich shadows between his muscles.

It took him a few tries to get the belt off me. So far, Everett was careful in how he behaved so he wouldn’t show just how new this was to him. I imagined he had never done this to another person, and the rare show of inexperience only made him hotter. When my belt was off, he undid the top button with greater ease,sliding the zipper down and revealing my red briefs with a big, hard bulge extending close to my right hip.

Everett undressed me carelessly, inverting my pants and pulling them off my legs with a swift, careless move before throwing them on the floor. He pulled his pants down next, standing tall and mouthwateringly gorgeous in his boxer briefs with his cock stretching the fabric thin. Seeing his size like this sent chills down my arms and tingles into my groin. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted oxygen or the salvation of my soul. I wanted him like he was all that could keep me alive.

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