Page 11 of Three for a Girl

He slowed the tempo just as Chad was about to come. “Not yet.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Nothing is.”

Romeo ducked down, closing his teeth on Chad’s neck.

“You can’t mark me.” Chad gasped.

Romeo didn’t verbally reply, but his response was obvious.

He could and he would.

Chad shuddered at the suction on his neck, struggling weakly. Romeo picked up speed on Chad’s cock until he was holding on.

“Asshole.”

Romeo tongued the patch, Chad couldn’t see it, but he imagined it at the bottom of his neck, a circular red bruise.

“I could cover your neck in them.”

“Don’t.” Chad breathed.

He could hide the one on his neck beneath his shirt, but any more and he’d have a problem. Romeo’s finger slipped between his wet cheeks, and the tip pressed inside. The sensation made him hiss, but Romeo made quick work of turning the sound of protest into a low moan.

Romeo flattened him to the shower wall, pressing his finger deeper, and jerking Chad harder. He was pinned, and helpless, but Romeo was the only person he liked making him feel that way.

“Yes!”

Chad came down Romeo’s leg. Each wave of orgasm battered him, weakened him, until his thighs shook, and his mind whited out. He clung to Romeo, breathed him in, coming back to earth to deeper, and deeper breaths of the man that saved him.

Romeo leaned away, grasping his hard on. “I still can’t believe we can have this.”

“Sex in the shower?”

“Sex at all.” Romeo chuckled.

Chad licked his lips watching Romeo play with the sticky strands coming from his cock. Romeo lifted his fingers to Chad’s mouth and ran them along his bottom lip. He licked the taste off, earning him an awed expression from Romeo.

“I still can’t believe you want me.” Chad whispered. “After…”

“I will always want you.” Romeo whispered, grazing fingertips over Chad’s mouth. He pinched them gently, before letting them go. “Always.”

Chad averted his gaze, but Romeo tutted, drawing him back. “Don’t look away, I mean it.”

The fingers playing with his lips were the same ones that had wrapped around Marc’s throat. The hands that killed, were the same ones that saved him. They touched, and held, and wrung pleasure after pleasure from him.

They took care of him.

The monster in him had come to his rescue, and when Chad looked into Romeo’s eyes, he could see it lurking, frustrated, and angry, but kept at bay by Romeo’s love for him.

Romeo put his hand on Chad’s shoulder and murmured, “On your knees, Detective.”

“Chad.”

“Detective Chad Fuller.”

He narrowed his eyes at Romeo, but didn’t protest when Romeo pushed down on his shoulder.

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