Page 47 of Star Crossed
Then she slid her fingers down to her folds, boldly spreading herself for him simply because she knew he’d like it, and she wasn’t disappointed.
Romeo groaned. “Madonn’, I want you so fucking bad, Juliet. You got no friggin’ idea.”
“I got an idea.” Jules’s voice was husky with arousal. Her eyes fell to half-mast as she teased her clit. She did it slowly, almost torturing herself for the sake of the performance, but it still felt amazing, especially when she had Romeo’s image to fuel the fire. Her head fell back against the headboard and she moaned, “God.”
Jules wasn’t good at the torment thing when it came to her own pleasure. She was more pent up than she realized and considerably more selfish. Fuck the performance, she suddenly needed to come. She rubbed her clit with intent, knowing he was watching how she did it and getting herself off on that thought.
She imagined Romeo touching her instead of lying there alone in her bed. Then she thought of his mouth and the way his tongue felt against her. She was wet and panting and flushed for an entirely different reason as she spread her legs wider and arched her hips into the touch.
Doing this in front of Romeo and thinking of their time in Vegas forced Jules to remember his cock, thick and hard, pushing into her, possessing her. She moaned loudly. Her head lolled to the side on the headboard as she shamelessly followed the thought up by sliding her fingers lower and then pushing two of them deep inside herself, finger fucking her pussy as he watched.
“Fuck,” Romeo grounded out. “I’m gonna come just watching you.”
“Don’t,” she said breathlessly and moved her fingers back to her clit, now desperate for a quick release. “I wanna watch you do it. It’ll only take me—”
Jules’s back bowed, and she cried out when the orgasm slammed into her because she had perfected getting herself off a long time ago. She panted. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly against the pleasure that was better than usual, sweeter, more addictive, perhaps because it was for Romeo.
Her body was still shuddering, tiny aftershocks shaking her as she stopped touching herself and gripped at the comforter. She fought to open her eyes and admitted, “That wasreallygood. I think I needed that.”
“Oh, baby, you can show me your rough edges anytime.” Romeo groaned, his hungry gaze still taking Jules in as she lay back against the pillows, sated and lazy. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
Then he sat up and grabbed his laptop. He scooted back against the headboard the same as Jules had and fell against the mass of pillows behind him. He set the laptop down and adjusted the screen, showing Jules the powerful outline of his cock through the tight, black boxer briefs he was wearing.
“You sure you wanna watch?” Romeo asked her as he grabbed himself through his boxer briefs, cupping the ridged mass. “It’s okay if it doesn’t turn you on.”
“It turns me on,” Jules assured him and then admitted, “I enjoy watching guys jerk off. I actuallylikethe money shot; makes me weird, I know, but seeing it is kinda my thing.”
Romeo smiled at that new bit of information, as if discovering the dark corners of Jules’s sexuality was a special thrill. If he liked her rough edges, she might as well show them to him.
When he pulled out his dick and fisted it for the first time, Jules was unabashed; she grabbed her laptop and crawled back onto her stomach, giving him her full attention. Fingers sticky, she still held the computer close as she watched him stroke that big, heavy cock and allowed herself the luxury of really admiring it. She liked the color of it, tan with a slightly darker head, rather than pink and pale like all the other men she’d been with.
He looked amazing spread out in front of her, his thick, powerful thighs resting on either side of the laptop. Washboard abs and a cut, muscular chest. Jules felt like she was watching art rather than something dirty and pornographic. Romeo was truly beautiful to her, now more than ever, and she took in every nuance of his motions, watching him jerk off hard and fast.
Unwaveringly, he watched her while he did it, cocky, unapologetic; he stroked himself like a man putting on a show. Jules was enthralled with actually seeing the pleasure on his face, watching it build, anticipating that first burst of Romeo’s release. Her body tightened as a fresh surge of desire blossomed in her bloodstream, and her pussy ached for a second release.
He cupped his balls, and then he brought his palm up, licking it, wetting the broad expanse of it as he said, “So I can pretend it’s you.”
“Do you?” Jules couldn’t help but ask. “Pretend it’s me wrapped around you when you do this?”
“I’m usually listening to you when I do this.” Voice husky, eyes smoky green with arousal, he smiled and stroked himself once more. “I don’t jerk off without you anymore, Juliet.”
“I don’t either,” Jules admitted and then stretched out more comfortably and slid her hand between the bed and her body.
“I see you,” Romeo reminded her, his voice hitched with pleasure.
Jules smiled as she ran her fingers over her sensitive clit, enjoying getting caught. “Good.”
Romeo shuddered, his stroke became faster, his eyes closed for one brief moment, and Jules realized he had stopped performing. This was him, exposed and sexual, and that was the best show of all. Jules kept teasing herself as she watched until the image of Romeo getting himself off and her own ministrations caused a small sob of pleasure to slip past the tight hold her teeth had on her bottom lip.
As if already trained to respond, Romeo groaned in reaction to her moaning, his eyes closing. “Merda, the sounds you make.”
Then he arched, his cock pulsing in his hand, thick jets of cum bathing his stomach and sliding between the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles. It was easily the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen. She would’ve been really disappointed if he’d grabbed a towel or something to hide the physical evidence of his desire for her, but he hadn’t and she took a shuddering breath to fight the dazzling craving for more of everything Romeo had to offer.
“I wanna do this again,” she admitted with a soft, yearning sigh as she admired him, her fingers still between her legs.
“Tonight?” Romeo asked, his voice now gravelly with sex. “I thought that was a given. We never do it just once.”
“Every night.” She swallowed hard because the sight of him was making the ache too much to bear. “I don’t want this to stop. Ever. I wish you could promise me it wouldn’t.”
Romeo looked away, pain flashing on his face before he grabbed a towel next to him and made a quick, thorough swipe at the cum on his stomach. He tossed the towel aside and grabbed the computer, falling on his stomach as he looked at the camera.
“I don’t want it to stop either.” His eyes were deep, fathomless pools of green as he studied her. “You’re the first really nice thing that’s ever happened to me, Juliet.”
He couldn’t promise her. Jules heard it in his voice, but she also heard the heartache. He might not be able to promise her forever, but he wanted to and that felt like something.
