Page 37 of No Romeo
I stared up at the faint glow of the dying stars on his ceiling, my heart clenching at the sight. I’d stuck them up there when we were little because Dayton was so crap you couldn’t even see the stars… The little plastic designs barely glowed anymore, just like us. A weak representation of something that had once been so bright.
Silent moments stretched between us, that sense of discomfort growing worse.
On a huff, Hendrix shifted in the bed. “This is weird as shit.”
“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to Kyle’s.”
Springs creaked before his hand landed on my stomach. Something in me settled at the small, familiar contact.
“What can I say….” He fingered the hem of my shirt. “I’m a jealous dickhead.”
“It’sKyle.”
No one could be less threatening. In all our years of friendship, Kyle hadn’t once looked at me like that. Hendrix had never been rational though. He’d made Kyle faint, for God’s sake.
“And it’syou…” He pushed onto his elbow, staring down at me while indecision played through his eyes. “This is such bullshit.” He gripped my jaw before lowering his face to mine.
I had time to pull away before his lips pressed to mine, but I didn’t. Because no matter what had happened or how much life had damaged us, I’d always want him.
My lips parted. His tongue swept against mine, and I fell into the kiss as though I could drown in him.This was such a bad idea, but I craved his hands on my body, his lips, his dirty words whispered in my ear.
After two years of missing and wanting him, we were right back in the bed where we took each other's virginity.Hewas right here, his fingers tangling in my hair and angling my head back.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right?” he breathed against my lips, eyes searching mine through the amber glow of the streetlight outside his window.
It did feel right. That was the problem. Hendrix had always been the silver lining to the black cloud hanging over my life. The past few years without him had been nothing but darkness. I was desperate for a patch of sunlight to bask in.
“This is a bad idea, Hendrix.” Even as I said it, I clasped the back of his neck, pulling him closer because I needed this.
Just one more time.
“Bad ideas are always the best, though.” He rolled on top of me, the hard press of his cock settling between my thighs as his mouth worked over my throat. “You can tell me to stop…” His hand slipped beneath my shirt, grabbing my breast. “Do you want me to stop?”
Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’tall fled my mind in a frantic rush. “No.” I grabbed the waist of his boxers and shoved them down before gripping his pierced dick. “Don’t stop.”
He thrust into my hand, and his teeth sank into my neck on a restrained groan. “Fuck, I want you.” Another pump and precum wet my palm.
I spread my legs wider, trapping his cock between my palm and lace panties. Each pump sent every nerve sparking as though my body had awakened from some long, dormant sleep.
Moaning, I arched my back from the bed and imagined him driving inside me.
“Shit,” he breathed. “I can’t take this.” Then he shoved my panties to the side. His hard dick slipped over me, and I lost it. “Tell me to fuck you. Please.” He kissed my throat. “Before I lose my shit.”
Madness only Hendrix could stir within me took hold. I raked my nails over his ass in an attempt to pull him closer, to get him inside me. “Fuck me, Hendrix.”
The plea had barely left my mouth before he slammed into me, hard and deep.
It had been two years since I’d slept with him since I’d slept withanyone… and the brutality of it sent a twinge of pain shooting through me.
“Jesus…” He stilled, hissing in a breath. “Stop gripping me like that.”
I couldn’t help it. He filled me, stretched me, consumed me until all I felt was him.
“Fuck. I can’t…” He pulled out and slammed back in, his grip on my hips every bit as punishing as his dick.
Each hard thrust felt like he was trying to fuck himself back into me, stamp his claim.
Within seconds, he had me clawing at his back, edging toward the sweetest high, but then he stilled. His mouth slammed over mine. His hips stuttered; muscles tensed under my hands. “God, Lola. I...” He buried himself as deep as possible on a groan.
