“I do, okay?” he whispers. “I love the fuck out of you.”
Every good feeling in existence expands and blooms in my chest. I’m light. For the first time in years, my feet aren’t made of stone. I’m floating, flying, suspended by nothing but the fluttering beat of my heart.
I take Romeo in my arms and hold him as tightly as possible. He struggles a little, but only because he’s trying to get closer to me.
I breathe him in and neither of us moves until the doorbell rings again. This time it is Ian. I let the guys in, and then Romeo and I head down to the basement without saying a word. The door closes with a softsnickthat’s quickly followed by the sound of a deadbolt sliding into a latch. It’s a sound that may as well be a match dragged oversand and powdered glass. Friction and heat. Red phosphorous changes to white and the air in the room ignites.
He has his hands in my pants in under two seconds, and two seconds after that, said pants are knotted around my ankles. We don’t make it to the sofa. We fall to the floor and roll around on the kilim rug my mom bought in Morocco. I stroke his cock through his shorts, feeling it lengthen and harden under my touch. His lids slide to half-mast and he hums into my ear as he curls his hand around the base of my dick. We stroke like that, slow and dreamy, until saliva pools under my tongue.
“Want you,” I pant. “Want you in my mouth.”
Romeo has the same idea. “No, me first. Need it, Jude…need to taste you.”
It takes us a lot longer than I care to admit to work out that there’s a way for us both to get what we want. I swivel around, lying on my side on the floor, and ungracefully shove as much of his dick into my mouth as I possibly can. He does the same. It’s instant bliss. A salty burst in my mouth, the ridge of a thick, blunt head pushing my tongue down and hitting the back of my throat. Warm lips forming a vacuum around my dick, swallowing me whole.
I paw at his ass as I bob my head, kneading soft flesh in both hands, prying his cheeks open and tracing a line alonghis cleft. He sucks my dick gently. Softly, softly, then hard, not stopping for air. Not stopping at all.
I pull off with an audible pop of lips and lick a broad stripe from his crown all the way up the haphazard veins that lead to his balls. I take one and then the other into my mouth, tonguing sensitive flesh gently as he moans around my cock. Each sound sends rumbling tremors through me. Tremors that grow and expand, stretching me and making me swell in ways I didn’t know I could stretch or swell.
I lick the tips of two fingers and run them over his opening. It pulsates under my touch and unlocks a different, deeper sound. I roll him onto his back, kneeling on either side of his head, and pull his knees back to his chest so I can see him. All of him. Smooth, creamy skin darkens where it puckers. I circle him gently. His hole is puffy and a little swollen from where I’ve been, and sweet Jesus, that turns me on.
I run my tongue along the seam that knits his balls together and don’t stop until I’m eating his ass. I lap at his crease, teasing and nudging it open with my tongue. He sucks me in earnest now. Frantic. Hungry. Not soft. His hands claw at my thighs, nails raking my skin as I thrust into his throat.
I don’t just feel like I’m floating now. I’m not just weightless. I’m tense. Full. Full to bursting. There’s pressure everywhere. In my dick. In my balls. In my face.
It’s everywhere.
It’s too much.
I can’t contain it.
I can't.
And then, I’m catapulting through time and space.
Romeo keeps sucking. He doesn’t stop until the pleasure is blinding, and even then, he keeps on. It’s never-ending. The end of one story. The start of a new one.
Before my body has jerked and spurted the last of its pleasure into him, I start stroking his dick like I mean it. Smooth skin travels up and down sinew and steel. I watch, transfixed, as his body stiffens, hips arcing off the floor, and his meatus opens. Thick, hot ribbons of semen hit the back of my tongue.
It’s heaven.
For once, it’s not heaven and hell. It’s just heaven.
We sleep where we lie, waking sometime later and starting all over again. At some point, he goes upstairs and returns with an apple and a bottle of water. While he’s gone, I drag myself onto the sofa, stretching sore muscles and using my fingers to iron out a crick in my neck.
Romeo opens the water and drinks half of it before offering the rest to me. He kneels on the floor and watches quietly as I drink and eat, circling his hand tightly around my shaft as he tugs life back into my spent cock.
“I get the distinct impression I’m being fed and watered for the sole purpose of getting me ready to be of sexual service to you,” I tease.
He gives me a filthy smile. “History has shown that we both have a couple of major blind spots when it comes to each other, my friend, but in this case, you’re reading the situation dead right.”
I drop the bottle and apple core onto the side table, and he gets to his feet. He rifles through his shorts till he finds the lube. He gives it to me and turns, arching his back just enough to provide me with the access I need. The sight of him like that, his naked golden skin and tan lines, back curved, ass offered sweetly to me, is almost enough to make me start crying again.
Instead, I kiss the back of his thighs and draw lines with my tongue where his ass and legs meet as I slide my fingers into his heat. I’m as gentle as can be, and he accepts the intrusion with only the softest sighs.
When he’s ready, he straddles my hips and holds me by the root as he lets gravity bring us together. He runs his hands up and down my chest, taking a pec in each handand squeezing hard. My biceps and triceps are next. Then it’s my pecs again.
There’s a base hunger in his eyes that makes them look dark.
