Page 129 of Three for a Girl

Romeo kissed the words thank you all over Chad’s face, the shrillness to his tone fizzled Chad’s stomach. He spun out of control, clinging on, but Romeo was worse. Romeo panted, and clutched Chad like a drowning man desperate to be saved.

Romeo dropped to his knees, clawing at Chad’s pants. He looked down at Romeo, soaked with rain and sweat. His eyes glistened, and his brow tightened a fraction as he battled with Chad’s clothing. A warm sigh brushed Chad’s upper thigh once his pants were gone, and the agitation on Romeo’s faced eased as he licked a path from Chad’s knee to his groin.

His cock bobbed. Watching Romeo kill filled him with a desire he couldn’t explain, and not even the fear of death could diminish it.

Romeo pinned him by the hips. The heat of his mouth wrapped around Chad and he sucked, not bothering with teasing, he took Chad straight to his limits, forcing him to hang on. His hands slipped on the car, until he gave up and flopped backwards, staring at the sky with his mouth open for the rain.

Romeo slipped his hand beneath Chad’s wet shirt, and dragged his nails down all the numbers, making Chad hiss and squirm. He reignited them all with a fresh burn, but a welcome one. His pleasure and pain were both Romeo’s to master.

It wasn’t so bad to fall when Romeo was there to catch him and he let go of his reservations.

He leaned up as all the muscles tightened in his body. His moan, harsh at first, softened with each release of his cock. Romeo hummed through Chad’s orgasm, not swallowing a drop, he held Chad’s cum in his mouth, then shot to his feet.

He pinned Chad to the car with one hand and undid the catch of his pants with the other. His eyes met Chad’s and he nodded his encouragement. Romeo yanked his pants down, and dribbled Chad’s cum into his hand. He panted, licked his lips then reached between Chad’s legs.

He gasped when Romeo’s fingers stretched him open. His cum, still warm, another sensation to add to the cool of the rain, and the burn on his chest. The harsh gasps from Romeo sounded like the whistling wind, the shaky breathing of a man hanging on, and Chad didn’t want him to, Chad wanted him to fall like he had.

“I need you.”

Romeo licked his lips, positioning himself. Chad bounced his hips off the car, enticing Romeo to just shove it in and fuck him in the rain, in the middle of the storm, in the vastness of the grey.

Romeo pushed forward, scrunching his face as if he was pained by the breech. His muscles contracted as he slid home, his neck tightened, his jaw ticked, and when he’d filled Chad completely, he unwound all his tightness. He flung his head back, holding Chad’s hips, caressing the sharp bones with his thumbs as he panted at the sky.

Chad picked at his shirt buttons before giving up and tearing it open. Romeo’s nails hadn’t broken the skin, but left ridges running the length of Chad’s torso. They bumped over his scars, pink and raw and beautifully Romeo’s.

Romeo eyed his handiwork, following the scratches with his eyes until he found the unmarked section over Chad’s heart. He ducked down and kissed the patch and Chad felt it right through his body. A kiss that touched his heart like no one else had, no one else could. The mark burned so fiercely he knew it would never be put out, no matter what came their way.

“Fuck me.” Chad groaned, bucking his hips, rubbing Romeo’s cock with his insides. Romeo grunted, biting down on his lip until blood stained his teeth. Chad kept moving his hips, pushing his body onto Romeo as much as he could.

Romeo pulled out and slammed home. He pushed in deep, and fast, rocking the car’s suspension. Chad’s eyes fluttered shut, and he listened to their harsh breathing, the slap of flesh, and the shuffle of two bodies working for one goal. Romeo’s hand found his throat, applying pressure to the bruises.

Chad didn’t taste death, he tasted life, and smiled as his light-headedness numbed his body, all apart from his battered prostate and desperate cock. The sensation intensified, and Chad lay limp on the hood of Carter’s car, taking a pounding from Romeo. The risk, the submission, it all made his heart flutter faster. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock, filling his erection to the max, making it tight, and tingly, until it was too much, he was clenching and coming before he could consciously catch up.

His orgasm slammed into him, and he zoned out to the white light above, the lightning flash that filled the sky that never seemed to leave.

Everything slowed, time jumped, and the sound came at him all distorted. Romeo pulled out of his body and collapsed on his chest. The weight of him didn’t crush, but smothered in the best kind of way. His warm breath tickled, but the sound of his panted breaths didn’t match. The sound of the rain didn’t fit with it hitting Chad’s skin or the car, he watched as it fell, hitting silently before the sound came after, out of time, wrong, but hypnotic.

“You okay?”

Chad heard the words before he saw Romeo ask them. Romeo who had at some point lifted his head, climbed on the car, and covered Chad from the rain. The world wasn’t making sense, but it didn’t matter to Chad, all that mattered was Romeo was beside him, and he’d wait with Chad until it started making sense again.

He swept his hands through Chad’s hair before holding his face and asking the same question again. Worry pinched his brow and cleared his eyes of all darkness. Chad looked at him, the grey sky above framed him perfectly.

The world around Chad snapped back into focus. He could smell the damp earth, could feel the rain sprinkling his skin, the cold of the car hood, and the heat of Romeo next to him. Romeo smiled, and snaked his arm beneath Chad’s neck to pull him close.

“I’m okay. More than okay.”

Romeo quirked his eyebrow. “More than okay?”

“I don’t feel normal in the slightest.”

He laughed, a giddy laugh that had no explanation, andgodit felt good to laugh.

“And that’s a nice feeling?”

“Yes, it is. I feel … lighter, happier.”

“Prostate orgasms are meant to feel good.”

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