Roman’s hand movement becomes jerky as his body struggles to stay close to me, and it doesn’t take long before he’s coming. I open my mouth, but I’m not fast enough, and rope after rope of cum lands on my chin and the bedding. Roman’s whole body shivers as I lick his cock clean.
He groans, and my core clenches around Hunter. One stroke, two strokes, and Hunter comes. I tip over the edge with him, barely able to hold myself up as he flicks my clit and another orgasm washes through me and has me collapsing.
I drop to the bed as Hunter holds my hips up, pumping a few more times before pulling out, and I’m swept up into Roman’s arms. He holds me to his chest. I’m covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I give him a sexed-up smile.
“Hey,” I say as I reach up to touch his nose. It’s been broken so many times, it has a slight bump in the middle. It’s perfect. I run my fingers down it, and he makes a funny sound before gently biting my finger between his teeth. I giggle.
“Don’t bite her fingers off, Roman. I like to see them wrapped around my cock.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. Hunter comes over and sits beside us. He pushes my hair away from my face and kisses me. When he pulls away, I can see his brows furrow as he licks his lips.
“That… I didn’t think about that when I did it.”
I burst out laughing, and Roman tenses as he realizes what Hunter just tasted.
“It’s not bad, man. But I think we can safely say, I don’t like your cum.”
Then Roman chuckles. It’s deep and throaty, and I smile as I press myself against his warm, naked body.
This is perfect. This is everything I always wanted.
* * *
When I wake, it’s to Roman kissing my forehead, and I’m in my pajamas under the blankets. Someone must have dressed me and put me to bed.
I open my mouth to protest him leaving me, but he whispers, “Asher’s mom is home, so I gotta sneak out.”
I nod and watch both Hunter and Roman sneak out of my room.
I curse myself falling asleep. I didn’t get to tell them about Asher. I’ll call them. It needs to be done sooner rather than later.
Night has fallen and it’s dark outside. The only light on is the hallway light. I can’t believe I slept that long. I must have needed it, or the guys wore me out. I stretch and feel some new muscle aches. Good aches, as I remember what happened today. How open and confident Roman had been.
There’s a knock at the door, and I call out for whoever it is to come in. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I blink a few times, trying to see the figure at my door, but I can’t make out who it is.
“Do you need some water, Mila?” It’s Kate.
I sigh. “That would be amazing.”
She goes into my bathroom and fixes me a glass of cool tap water. I take it from her and guzzle it down. She laughs when I finish. “Thirsty?”
I nod. “You could say that. Thank you, that feels better.”
She sits on the edge of the bed, and I instantly think about where Roman missed my mouth, and now I’m worried she’s sitting in his dry cum.
“Mila,” she says loudly, and I look up at her. “Mila, I was trying to ask if you’re feeling okay?”
I nod again. I must have missed her asking that as I tried to find Roman’s little wet patch. Well, it’s a dry patch now. I should have pulled the blankets down when we were all playing. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about it being on top of the blankets.
“That’s good. Your father was worried, but I wasn’t.” I look at her again. She wasn’t?
“I know why you’re tired, Mila. When I said you can stay home, but you couldn’t go off chasing your boyfriends, I also meant they couldn’t come here. Your father grounded you, and you spent the day with them. Why would you do that?”
How does she know? I look to my open doorway and see Asher standing there in the dark.
“You told her?” I call out, angry that he would do that.
But it’s Kate who answers. “No, Mila. Funnily enough, I have cameras at the house. You don’t expect a woman living alone with two kids to not have cameras to watch the house all the time, do you?”
