Two for Joy - Louise Collins Page 0,79

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“You know full well I didn’t mean that kind of hungry.”

Chad’s lips lifted into a lopsided smile. “What kinda hungry are you referring to?”

Romeo smiled, and cupped Chad’s cheek. When Chad opened his mouth, looking as if he was about to speak, Romeo swallowed his mumbles, and slid their tongues together.

Romeo moaned at the sensation, and his stomach fluttered while he got reacquainted with the taste of Chad. Sweet, making his mouth water. He kissed deeper, until the stubble around his lips pressed into Chad, till it was uncomfortable for both of them. It added a sharpness to the slick softness of the kiss, and Chad stood up on his tiptoes, pressing back, encouraging the beard rash that was bound to decorate his skin.

Romeo maneuvered Chad around, before easing him away, pushing him back on the bed, until Chad understood, wiggling up and waiting for him. He placed his arms over his chest, hiding as many of his scars from view as he could.

Romeo shook his head. “Arms at your sides.”

Chad hesitated, then gave in to Romeo’s glare. He moved his arms, exposing the red etchings to his chest. Neatly cut numbers, stark on Chad’s skin.

He leaned over, unhooked Chad’s pants, then pulled them down his legs. Next were his socks, then lastly his boxers, until Chad was completely naked, fixated on Romeo, wondering what he’d do next.

He gave Chad a reassuring smile, then joined him on the bed. Romeo kissed down Chad’s body, then up again. He didn’t shy away from the scars, and marks, he lavished them with attention, claiming back what belonged to him. Chad didn’t belong to Marc Wilson, wasn’t part of either of their killer countdowns. He was Chad, broken, corrupted, but beautiful, irresistible, and Romeo’s, not the monster’s in his head.

Every soft sound Chad made flooded Romeo’s head with desire. He mapped Chad’s body with his mouth and hands, curled over him like a possessive beast, soothing his wounds. The skin on Chad’s knees was rough on his tongue, and the patch behind his ear was the softest. The taste of his mouth was sweet, but the musky taste of his cock had Romeo rocking forward and back in frustration. The toothpaste had been heavenly, but the taste of Chad was sinful. He teased with his tongue and lips until Chad grabbed fistfuls of his hair and groaned to the ceiling.

“Enough.”

“Enough?”

Chad didn’t open his eyes, but turned his head, talking to the corner of the room. “Over there, my rucksack. Lube’s in the front pocket.”

Romeo returned moments later, rubbing lube into the blue head of his cock. He groaned, enjoying it a little too much, then reached for Chad. He pushed his fingers in, spread them, twirled them, until Chad couldn’t take it anymore, until he was calling out so loud, he was in danger of drawing attention to their room.

Chad yanked urgently at his arm, Romeo let him have it, then frowned when Chad pressed his hand to his throat, an indication he wanted it squeezed.

Romeo’s pulse skyrocketed, Chad was teasing the monstrous side of him, daring it to come out. He didn’t know if Chad had some kind of sadistic death wish, or whether he had faith in Romeo’s warped idea of love. Either way, it was dangerous, but exciting, and Romeo’s already hard cock, got impossibly harder until it bordered painful.

Romeo did as Chad wished, cutting off his air until his face reddened, and air rasped in and out of his mouth. He could feel Chad’s pulse hammering against the palm of his hand as he slid into his body.

Chad opened his eyes, his face relaxed, and he surrendered himself.

Romeo stared into Chad’s eyes, fixated on the glimmer of something different, something darker that had appeared there after he’d killed Marc. He’d put a chip in Chad’s goodness, but it didn’t lessen him, it added to his value, added to his uniqueness.

He released his hold on Chad’s throat, watched in fascination as Chad’s flushed cheeks faded back to normal, and he took a few quick breaths before leveling out.

His eyebrows twitched in disappointment, but before he could voice it, Romeo tightened his grip on Chad’s throat again. He pushed his cock deep into Chad’s body brushing against his prostate.

Chad’s eyes rolled up, a shiver travelled down his body from the top to the bottom, and color tinted his cheeks. He’d always enjoyed toying with Chad’s mind, but toying with his body felt almost hypnotic.

Romeo teased Chad’s air supply,