Page 45 of Romeo vs Romeo

“Let me look at you,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, he pulled it up and down, revealing some more of his flesh and the trimmed pubic hair that adorned the area around his cock. He moved his hands in the opposite direction, teasing me playfully, torturing me mercilessly, and only ever letting me have small glimpses of the base of his dick. And when he bit down on his lip, he became infinitely hotter.

I ran a hand over the bulge in my underwear, not even realizing how desperately I needed him to touch me until my own hand made me release a trembling breath of air.

Everett sucked his teeth once, making me jerk my hand away, a frustrated moan rising in my throat. I clawed the sheet beneath me as Everett pulled down his boxer briefs, letting his straight, stiff cock stand like a spear. He made one step toward the bed, his dick swaying under its weight, and his hand reached my ankles. The move was so swift and effortless for a guy of Everett’s build that it knocked the breath out of me. He dragged me down the length of the bed like I really was just a toy for his pleasure.

The role suited me so well that another moan soon rose from my chest.

Everett climbed on top of me, never letting me touch myself again. He set his knees on the mattress on either side of mywaist, inching closer along my torso. Whenever his bare flesh touched mine, a trembling breath left my body. He neared me, crawling on all fours, his balls swinging gently between his spread legs, his abs tensing with the effort. And when he was positioned perfectly above my face, I lifted my head and let my open mouth touch his balls.

I could feel the shudder that passed through him. I could feel the tension that strung his nerves and muscles. The sensitive and sensual met in an explosion of fearful desire. I wondered if anyone had ever done this to him. I knew he’d had girls before. I knew he’d been miserable in his own body for it. And I knew that nobody had ever made him feel the way I did.

My tongue ventured out gently, pressing against the heavy balls that rested firmly on my open mouth.

Everett’s hiss turned into a growl as he lowered himself a little more, his taint hard against my chin, the underside of his cock rubbing lazily against my face.

I slapped my hands against his bare, round ass, holding him in place as I gave myself the freedom to taste him as much as my heart desired. I opened my mouth wide, extending my tongue to lick him greedily.

Gaining his confidence quickly, Everett pressed himself harder against my face, reaching back to take hold of my wrists and pinning my arms above my head. He dragged his cock and balls over my mouth, chin, nose, and cheek with increasing urgency. His weight steadily pressed down on me, and I thought I was in Heaven. Where else could this be? If he smothered me to unconsciousness right now, I would be the happiest boy toy in the world. The only thing that was better than that was remaining aware of every fractional move he made on top of me.

My breaths left my body in quick and short grunts, my tongue stretched out and soft for him to use. My saliva smeared over my face as he rubbed himself against me, his hips jerkingback and forth with increasing intensity. And when he pulled his body back a few inches more, I opened my mouth wide, hoping he would deliver on the promise he had made yesterday morning.

Everett’s dick entered my mouth with easy smoothness, sliding three or four inches deep before he met any resistance. He winced, observing me from high above while the muscles of his torso clenched tightly, and a fine layer of perspiration slicked his smooth skin. He thrust himself into me, impaling my head on his thickness and forcing his way into my loosening, relaxing throat. That strange, exciting sense of panic that lingered on the far horizon of my consciousness—panic that I would run out of air, that I would gag, that I would choke—made my fingertips tingle. There was something so deeply sexual about the struggle for power. It was even more alluring when your partner was as possessive as Everett. When he said I was his, he meant it in every sense possible.

His cock filled my mouth and throat carelessly. I knew better than to think he wasn’t aware of my body, for when my throat constricted, Everett pulled himself out, giving me a moment to breathe. It was like his heart was tied to mine; it was like he could feel that brief moment of fear that I was low on oxygen.

If I had hoped to be taken the way he had described in his messages, all my dreams were true. He used my body for the infinite pleasure that rippled across his painfully beautiful face, his gaze locked onto mine, his hands tight around my wrists, and his cock deep down my throat. He tested my limits to the last split second before my hands would close into fight-ready fists, and my body would react on instinct to preserve itself. He stretched me thin and strung me tight. He buried himself in me and let me gag, tears brimming in my eyes and saliva trickling down my mouth. It only made him hornier for me, and it onlymade me want him more. I renounced all agency. I handed over all control.

When Everett pulled himself out of my mouth with a deep groan, we both needed a long moment to heave air into our lungs. My chin and cheeks were wet, but that didn’t stop Everett from leaning down and pressing his mouth against mine. He kissed the mess he had made on me and used his hands to torment my body with light, feather-like moves down the sides of my rib cage. When he reached my hips, he took me firmly, his lips hovering over mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby,” he purred.

I choked on the moan that stopped in my throat.

As easily as if I were a pillow he meant to abuse in the dead of night, Everett turned me around. His fingers stretched the waistband of my briefs just under my cheeks, and his mouth found the place of my pleasure. He licked me without hesitation, once to warn me and again to set my expectations. What followed was the bliss of torment that I couldn’t imagine being topped by anyone else.As if you’ll ever want anyone after him, I thought distantly and then dismissed the idea that there even could be anafter. Everett devoured me with the same intensity with which he had fucked my mouth, his tongue working my rim wet and soft, making me relax, pushing himself into me with growing pressure. His face was buried deep between my cheeks as he yanked my underwear down my legs. He ate me, all the while undressing me, throwing my briefs somewhere far out of my field of vision or interest.

His hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, fist tightening as his tongue probed me harder. Using his free hand, Everett squeezed my left cheek, holding it in a firm grip while letting his saliva trickle down my hole and taint. I felt its blazing heat as it dripped down my rising balls and onto his fine bedsheets.

He held me, but he never stroked me, his other hand nearing the space between my cheeks until his forefinger could easily massage my hole. It was slick with spit, and Everett circled it until I regained just enough control over myself to force it to relax. And then, much like that miraculous moment when a place took off the runway or the fireworks exploded in the sky, his finger was inside of me.

Forcing a thin, high-pitched moan out of me, Everett pushed his finger all the way into my body, twisting his wrist one way and then the other as he worked me ruthlessly. He must have felt the pulse of my cock in his fist, the tightening of my hole around his knuckle, but he didn’t slow down. He was careful, though, but he kept me so close to the edge that I was certain I would come much sooner than I’d hoped.

When Everett pushed his middle finger to join the first, air drained out of me in a rumbling groan. I spilled profanities into the pillow, discovering that his intense fingering had shoved my body higher up along the bed. I sprawled there, wide and open for him, letting my senses experience this moment without the taint of conscious thoughts. The overwhelming emotions that built up in me ranged from pure ecstasy to dreadful sorrow, although I could hardly untangle the knots in my heart. Fears and hopes mixed seamlessly in my chest as Everett had his way with me.

And when he pulled his fingers out, warmth lingered inside of me, and my hole pulsed quickly, longingly for more of his touch.

I didn’t even realize that he had gotten off the bed and returned to it until my open mouth felt the softness of his underwear. He stuffed my mouth with his boxer briefs just like he had promised, growling that I should be good and obedient if I wanted to come. And when I whimpered assent through my nose, biting down on the ball of soft fabric inside my mouth thatcarried the lingering scent of his musk, Everett touched my hips, lifted me to kneel, and pressed a hand on the small of my back.

“Are you ready, baby?” he purred, his cock sliding between my cheeks. This was the first time we left the protection out, with both of us on PrEP, and my entire body tingled with yearning. His skin on mine, our bodies merging, our souls melting into one another. I held my breath as longing and expectation welled in me. If he didn’t move soon, these feelings would shatter me.

Biting hard on the underwear that filled my mouth, I grunted my assent, thrusting my butt back against him.

Everett slowly dragged his bare cock over my hole, the lube, which he’d poured over it after stuffing my mouth, mixed with the saliva that remained on my body. I was warm and tingly for him, my hope relaxed by the sheer force of my will. And when he buried the first inch of his cock inside of me, my body tensed everywhere at once, a grunt stifled by the cotton boxers inside my mouth.

“Hush,” he whispered soothingly, placing both hands on my hips and moving his thumbs in circles as if to massage me. It distracted me from that single instant of pain, working like a charm, and I relaxed again, swinging back gently against him and letting his hard cock dip deeper into me.

I heard him wheeze quietly as his fingers dug deeper into my flesh, pulling me back on him and dragging me down his length. For nearly a minute, we only dared move in fractions of an inch, testing, learning, and finding the limits. And when that insurmountable blockade dissipated, my body welcoming him freely, I felt every inch that filled me then. His dick entered me deeper, making my cock throb twice in a row before I could push harder and relax. The sensation of forcing myself to stay open for him sent a maddening tickle down my cock, precum dripping in a silver string between the swollen head of my dick and the bedsheets.

I lifted my head from the view of my tortured dick and to the cross that hung above the bed. My feet grew hot, toes curling with each inch of me that Everett filled, and my muscles bunched. Fitting inside of me with the kind of perfection that might have been designed by some divine hand, Everett let go of my hips and grabbed my upper arms instead, yanking me back.

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