Two for Joy - Louise Collins Page 0,67

into his head, and he cursed at himself, at Chad, at how good it felt.

He was sucked, pumped, toyed with until rational thought vanished, and a need took over. A good person would’ve eased Chad’s head away, sat up, and pulled him into a hug, defused the heated situation.

He wasn’t a good person, and if Chad needed him, he’d let Chad have him, any way he wanted, and Chad went at it like he’d been starved. Teeth, and tongue, and lips.

Romeo’s senses zeroed down to sight and sensation. Chad’s dark eyes looking up at him, and the feel of his wet warm mouth, the sharp and soft weapons inside it, and then the suction that made his toes curl.

He reached down, threaded his fingers through the back of Chad’s hair, and helped him find a rhythm. A rhythm that made him pant to the ceiling, his heart go into overdrive, and his cock leak into Chad’s mouth.

Three weeks since his last orgasm, and that was beat out of him by his own hand.

He was never going to last against Chad’s mouth, not when his body was already worked up on everything else.

Just before he came, Chad turned his head to breathe, then stumbled from the bed. Romeo cursed, willing his cock to go down. Chad had come to his senses and had shaken off whatever haze had descending on him, but when he turned to Chad, he was taking his pants off in a flurry of movement.

Romeo’s gaze locked on to Chad’s cock, his very hard, very red with arousal cock.

He straddled Romeo, pressed his cock between his ass cheeks, and started moving up and down, simulating sex. He wasn’t inside Chad, but he still felt heat, and his own wetness. He moaned, and panted, and Chad moved faster, pressing Romeo’s cock impossibly closer to his opening. Romeo teetered on the edge, and when Chad angled his cock, a look of determination scrunching his face, Romeo almost lost it.

“We can’t—

Chad tugged his own cock, drew out his excitement onto his fingers. Then reached back, adding to himself.

“Don’t tell me what we can’t do, we can.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

“I’m already hurt, not because of you, because of everyone else. You haven’t hurt me. You never did.”

“And I don’t want to now.”

Romeo’s hands found Chad’s hips, and this time instead of pulling him closer, he tried to ease him away.

“Please.” Chad whined. “I need to.”

“Need to?”

“Yes. I need to, Romeo.”

He looked at Chad’s bloodied face, the painful slices on his chest, the raw mark around his wrist where Marc had cuffed him. He looked deep into Chad’s determined eyes, the flicker of helpless still there needing to be extinguished as abruptly as Marc’s life.

Chad’s hands curled around Romeo’s wrists, and he pulled them away before pressing them to the mattress above his head. Romeo kept his hands where Chad put them, but curled his fingers into the sheet, keeping a tight hold.

He needed Romeo to help fight whatever internal battle was happening inside his skull. Whatever control the world had robbed from him, he wanted back, and he was using Romeo to get it.

Chad used his wet cheeks to guide Romeo in, to help open him up. Even with the amount Romeo had leaked, he knew it wasn’t enough, knew it would hurt, but Chad didn’t wince, or retreat. He didn’t seem to be aware of the cuts on his body, the glass in his feet, or the bloodied nose. They were big alarm bells, but Romeo didn’t dare deny him.

He couldn’t feel the pain, but by the look of it, he could feel pleasure.

Chad shivered, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and moaned softly. He lifted himself, sunk back down, and Romeo shook so violently he almost knocked Chad off the bed. He gripped the sheet above his head hard enough for his hands to shake and let Chad do as he pleased.

It didn’t take long before Romeo peaked again, he didn’t warn Chad, or give any hints that he was close, instead he let Chad take him over the edge. He climaxed hard, riding the waves as Chad tensed around his cock in pulses, making it last, making it feel so good his drawn-out growl shook them both.

Sex felt good. Killing felt good. But having sex with Chad right after he’d killed, that was something else, a new, more intense kind of high.

Chad was something else.

Romeo caught his breath, then laughed softly, encouraging Chad towards him.

He slipped Romeo’s cock from his