Page 46 of Romeo vs Romeo

Where my torso lost the support of my fists in the mattress, it gained it through Everett’s sheer strength. He held me in a semi-upright kneel, pulling my arms back to him and swinging his hips back and forth, ramming into me with increasingly louder sounds of wet skin against wet skin.

I groaned and cried and whimpered, but the sounds were swallowed by the thick fabric of his underwear. My fists clenched, and my biceps knotted, but Everett’s firm grip had me in place. His cock, sliding smoothly in and out of me, pushed against my prostate with every move, sending a thicker drip of precum leaking from my cock. Its hot trail went down the underside of my cock, pulsing in strength with each irresistible rub of my special spot. And Everett knew it. He knew exactly what I looked like when I was brain-dead with lust and falling apart with pleasure.

Sweat beaded over my brow and back. It made Everett’s grip around my biceps slippery, and his hands glided down until he held my wrists like reins, my arms pulled all the way behind my back, my torso leaning lower.

I grunted and spilled the boxer briefs out of my mouth, whimpering with the tortured pleasure that colored my voice. “Oh fuck,” I huffed once I caught a breath of air. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Everett’s pace moved between quick and slow in a measured rhythm so that neither extended the maximum of its enjoyment. When he slowed down, he could move in a way that widened the angle of his cock, penetrating me deeply and to maddening highsof pleasure. When he sped up, the repetitive sensory inputs made my blood boil.

My voice was worn and hoarse as I cried and growled. Everett’s was deep and husky, shallow breaths coming out of his mouth in pants and short sighs. He held my arms as much as he held on to them, clashing our bodies together with such deep and unadulterated sensitivity.

The sounds of our sex drowned out all else. The mixing scents of sweat, lube, and musk drenched everything around us, and the tightness of his heated fingers around my tense wrists gave me both pleasure and safety. He was holding me. I didn’t need to think about anything. He had me, and he cared for me.

“…want you…Everett…” Murmurs rolled over my lips as I lost my breath, panting shallowly once in a while and letting my body experience every second of suspense in which I existed. “…come inside me…please…”

His dick ruthlessly stimulated my prostate as he yanked my arms back. He lifted my torso higher and fucked me under a sharper angle that ensured he rubbed my spot with every single thrust. And when my body convulsed, muscles tied into knots and toes curling enough to make my feet cramp, I surrendered to him completely. My dick throbbed as the rampant sexual frustration finally culminated, pleasure soaring through me. Hot strings and ribbons of cum shot out of my cock as my hole clenched hard around Everett’s big dick, making him groan with that unique mixture of pleasure of pain.

I came hard, my orgasm tearing through me, my voice rising as my eyes brimmed with hot tears. In the following heartbeat, as joy and pleasure filled my heart, I felt him. I felt the rapturous sensation of his bare cock, buried deep inside my body, throbbing and spilling his cum in me. I could have sworn I felt the heat of it fill me up. And even if that was impossible, I was certain I felt the heat of it as it trickled down in the continuousmovements Everett made. He rammed me hard, then softer, slowing down as he rode the high wave of his orgasm, his cum half in me and half trickling out in a small stream that warmed my taint.

And when he let go of my wrists, I crashed on the bed with all my muscles trembling, sliding off his unsheathed cock and heaving for air. Everett joined me half a second later, collapsing next to me and drawing deep breaths into his broad chest.

His muscled arm came around me, pulling me into the best place I could imagine. We folded our bodies to fit one another, trembling with exhaustion and pleasure for a long time after, holding on to each other like it was all that kept us firmly grounded.

I was in love with him. There was no other feeling in the world I could equate this with. What I felt when I thought of him was so powerful that it could move mountains and change the face of the Earth. It could burn and destroy as much as it could create and rebuild. With him and for him, I would face God and win. I would demand to know why he had to be hurt as much as he was.

But my thoughts drifted, and my tongue remained tied. I simply caressed the length of the arm that held me for a long while, regaining my strength.

Everett led me to the shower after we’d gotten near falling asleep, and we washed ourselves together, kissing in a cloud of steam. Nobody caught us in the act, and I was happy because of it. Later, we might need to burn all the bridges between him and his family. We sure headed down a one-way road. But right now, I just wanted him to be happy. For just one moment in life, I wanted him to be so carelessly happy that nothing could overshadow it.

CHAPTER 11

Other People, Other Stories

Tristan

He satat the edge of his bed in the soft, melancholic glow of a floor lamp in the corner of the room. His eyes were closed like his eyelids weighed a ton. Hands resting in his lap, Cedric cocked his head to one side, swallowed, and let the corners of his lips inch up. “I can feel you,” he said softly.

I mock-cringed. “I smell that bad?”

Cedric chuckled and opened his eyes. “How was it?”

I rolled my shoulders. It had been good, but some small part of me didn’t let me relax into my new role. Neon Nights was my home, and the kitchen in the back of it was my dream come true. And yet, we all held our breaths at all times because if we went really, really quiet, we could hear the sounds of steamrollers in the distance. Nobody said it aloud, but we all waited to see where the hell we were heading.

I walked across Cedric’s bedroom, still struggling to get used to the fact that he lived in an apartment that occupied an entire floor. Even Cedric had scoffed that he didn’t need that much space. I imagined that spending weeks living in Mama Viv’sspare bedroom had opened his eyes to how all the regular people lived. He liked it. He liked his anonymity. And I liked mine.

I hated that someone was forcing us to give it up.

Cedric met my gaze and shared a sad smile that easily reflected all that I felt.I’m happy to see you. I’m happy to have you. I’m happy that you love me.And yet, the constant undercurrent of feeling powerless in other people’s games tugged at our hearts.I’m sorry. I’m sorry it has to be this way.

I knelt on the floor by the bed, my arms resting on Cedric’s left knee, and I looked up at him. “Have you decided?”

Cedric swallowed again, louder, and gazed at me with such kindness and softness in his eyes that I found myself falling in love with him all over again. “It’s not just me, Tris,” he said. “It’s your life, too.”

“I signed up for this when Mama Viv bought me a ticket to Verdumont,” I said. It had been her, of course. She hadn’t hesitated a moment before booking a flight that led me to Cedric’s palace to face his older brother and make my last effort to break off Cedric’s engagement to a girl he barely knew. “I signed up for it when I fell in love with a prince.”

“Our lives are going to change, Tris,” Cedric said softly. “No more dancing in Neon Nights without paparazzi looking for a scoop. No more visiting Pudding without people snapping photos of us.”

“You know what? We’ll use the attention well. If people see us visiting Pudding at the zoo, we’ll tell them about the efforts to save pandas. If they see us dancing, we’ll remind them that anyone can be gay.” It was easy to say these things, but I wondered what it would be like for everyone to suddenly know my prince, to know I was his boyfriend. I was afraid of it, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

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