Page 29 of Cold

I stood up and held onto Romare when it looked like his legs were going to buckle. After not talking to his mother for years, I could see why he was overwhelmed. In his mind, he probably had already thought they would never see each other again. And she had probably done the same even if she didn’t want to acknowledge that thought. I couldn’t imagine losing someone like that for all those years and then them popping back into my life suddenly.

“Are you okay?”

Romare nodded and pulled Mr. Whiskers from underneath his arm. “I’ve got him. I’m fine,” he said with a nod before he looked up at me. “Thank you.”

I didn’t know what to say as I gazed at him. So, I just nodded. Romare wrapped his arms around my body and I stood stone still. What the hell do I do with this? My heart pounded as I gazed down at him and laid a hand on his back. Without realizing it, I started hugging him back. Heat traveled up my spine and I felt my cock stiffening as we clung together.

Romare pulled back and gazed up at me with wide eyes. Damn it. He definitely felt it. Too late to try and hide it now. But it was impossible not to be attracted to Romare. I’d never met anyone who was more my type than Romare.

He pushed up against me. “Does this mean you changed your mind?” Romare asked. “Can we have sex now?” he begged, his voice laced with excitement as he touched my chest. “You don’t have to run away this time.”

I growled. “No, I don’t do that.”

“Do what? Fuck guys you clearly want to fuck?” he countered, a pout on his lips.

I blinked down at him. He’s definitely not as innocent as he seems. Romare continued to stare up at me and looked not even a little remorseful for his words. Bold.

“What? Are you going to lie and say you don’t want to?” Romare’s fingers reached up and he undid the first two buttons that were closed on my shirt. His pale shoulder and slender chest were exposed by it. “If you don’t want to fuck me, tell me to get out,” he pressed. “Or throw me out. You’re stronger than me. You can stop me.”

Every inch of skin that came into view revved me up. Yes, I had my own rules and guidelines, but right now they were being tossed right out of the window. I was still a man at the end of the day and I craved the touch of someone who needed me as badly as Romare did.

Romare slipped out of the shirt one sleeve at a time once it was undone. The cat stayed wrapped in his arms as he licked his lips and traced his nails over his own skin. Red lines appeared, decorating his flesh before he reached down and caressed his bare cock. I drank in the sight of him and felt all my resolve melting away.

Fuck it. Don’t I deserve a little fun?

Our lips crashed and Romare moaned against my mouth. His arms wrapped around my neck and when I straightened up, he wrapped his legs around my waist and squeezed me tightly. I carried him over to my bed and dropped him onto it.

As soon as Romare’s back hit the bed, he spread his legs and ran his fingers over his body. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. If I wasn’t so damn eager to get inside of him, I could have stood there all morning and watched Romare play with himself. But I needed him now.

“Fine,” I said. “I give in. But this isn’t going to happen again.”

Romare bit his bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

I growled at him, but he was right. Even now in the back of my mind, I had every intention of doing this all over again. As much as possible actually. If Romare wanted me, I would give him everything he desired and more.

My heart skipped a beat as I slid out my nightstand drawer and dug around for a condom. There was still half a box left. I dumped one out into my palm and ripped it open with my teeth. But I kept it in the wrapper for now. I also found what I was looking for tucked into the far corner of the drawer; a nice, big bottle of lube.

When I gazed at Romare, he had his hand wrapped around his cock. His cheeks were dusted an inviting shade of pink and the smile that curled his lips made him look coy in all the right ways. If it was all a ruse and he was going to stab me during this, I would be a goner. Because I wasn’t going to stop now.

I got rid of my clothes and climbed between his thighs. My fingers pulled his hands away from his cock and I slipped him into my mouth. A moan trickled from his lips and he thrust his hips upward, his cock sliding against my tongue. I pressed him to the bed and held his hip down.

“Vito,” he moaned as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked down his length before coming up again. “Shit, that feels so good.” One of his hands fluttered down to my hair and he grabbed a handful of it. “Fuck,” he groaned.

I knew what Romare had been doing the past few years and despite his time with that Russian bastard, the boy was touch starved. Every stroke of my tongue or fingers was pushing him to the edge. And we’d only just gotten started.

Romare tried to snap his thighs shut and I growled at him. As I gazed up, he shook his head at me.

“It’s too much,” he panted. “I’ll cum!”

I stared back at him. So cum. That’s what I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t stop sucking his cock. The heated, rigid flesh in my mouth could easily become an addiction. I swallowed him down once more and sucked faster, harder, licking and lapping at him whenever I came up for air. Romare’s flushed face looked strained as he held back his orgasm.

“Please, fuck me,” he begged as he reached out and grabbed my shoulder. “Vito, fuck me, please?”

My cock twitched. How could I resist when he begged like that? I straightened up and grabbed the condom from the bed. Romare’s eyes lingered on mine as I unwrapped the condom and put it aside. Once it was rolled into place, I snatched up the lube and went to work.

As soon as my fingers brushed over his hole, Romare shuddered. But he opened himself up more, spreading his cheeks and exposing himself to me as the blush on his cheeks turned red.

“You don’t have to stretch me,” he said. “I-I did that last night. And this morning.”

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