Page 116 of Star Crossed
Chapter Twenty-Three
Corrupting Romeo was becoming Jules’s new favorite thing. She licked the beads of water off his skin, running her tongue over his small, flat nipples before moving lower. She pulled at the white motel towel around his waist, revealing his cock, already half-hard despite the two of them making love for most of the day and into the night of their first day as a married couple.
“I thought we were going to find food?” Romeo arched an eyebrow when Jules lifted her head. “That was the point of the shower.”
A mischievous grin tugged at Jules’s lip. “Am I not being gentle enough? Do you feel used and abused?”
Romeo laughed. “No, I feel hungry.”
“You’re all right,” Jules announced, licking at his stomach muscles. “Dang, but I love your body. I get wet just looking at ya.”
“That’s a bonus.” Romeo pushed strands of her wet hair off her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. “Good to know all the hard work’s paid off.”
Jules took his cock in her mouth before he could think of another way to complain. When Romeo got hungry, nothing distracted him from it. She stroked him as she sucked on the head, circling her tongue over him and tasting the tang of precum.
Romeo’s back arched, forcing him deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.”
Jules pulled back, still stroking his cock as she grinned at him. “I guess I finally found something that’ll distract you from food.”
“Your mouth always distracts me,” Romeo assured her as he slid a hand into her wet hair. “Get me off, baby. I’m gonna watch you do it.”
Jules’s smile grew broader as she leaned down and sucked him once more, taking him deeper this time, letting him guide her when she usually hated a man pulling at her hair. There was something about the way Romeo did it, demanding but still loving, that made it sexy.
Everything about Romeo was sexy to Jules.
Like the sounds he made as she used her hands and mouth to get him off. The look in his heavy-lidded eyes, a deeper green than usual as his pupils dilated from the desire and the darkness of the room. His skin, a warm olive color that was utterly lickable.
“Merda, your mouth feels good.” Romeo groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he leaned up on one elbow to get a better view. “And you look fucking gorgeous like this.”
Jules smoothed a hand over his stomach lovingly as she took him deeper. Then she started sucking him faster, moving up and down his thick length until his eyes closed and his head fell back under the weight of pleasure.
She didn’t have to touch herself; it was a high just knowing she could do this to him. Turning him on so completely that his muscular chest was rising and falling with the harsh, shallow groans of pleasure Jules was dragging out of him. Even if it took a while, she enjoyed it, savoring every sound and tug on her hair as she pushed Romeo closer and closer to the edge.
When he finally came, it was with a harsh shout of ecstasy despite the thin walls in the motel. He held on to Jules’s hair like a lifeline, leaving the warm, salty taste of his pleasure on her tongue as his cock pulsed in her mouth. She squeezed and milked it, wanting to stretch out the orgasm as long as possible. Even when he stopped coming, she still ran her tongue over the head of his cock, cleaning him and causing little aftershocks to shake his big body.
She released Romeo and glanced up to find him sprawled out beneath her on the bed, looking sated and exhausted.
With his eyes closed, he reached for her arm, caressing it gently. “Lemme do you now.”
Jules laughed as she crawled over him. He didn’t look like he was up to anything but lying there. She reached for her cup, taking a sip of the lukewarm sweet tea that was old three hours ago. There was no question; they needed fuel.
“I can go out and get food,” Jules offered as she sat over him, knowing he was almost asleep. “Maybe stop by the store to buy some bottles of water and snacks. This fast-food crap is starting to get old.”
“Nah, I’ll go with you.” Romeo huffed as if trying to find the energy. “We gotta find a better motel. This place is sucha friggin’ dive.”
“I was tired. It was the first one to show up.”
“You wanna take off tomorrow? Get far away from West Virginia? In case they can track the marriage papers?”
Jules nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. Where’d you wanna go?”
“Florida?”
“No.” Jules pulled a face, thinking Wyatt’s ex Tabitha lived in Key West.
“California?”
“It’s too obvious.” Jules took another sip of tea and laughed. “We like to shop too much to move to California. That’s the first place they’d look for us.”
