Sex is one thing. Staying means it’s more than sex.
And I don’t know if I can do that.
“I just…I have to get home for something.”
Val eyes me, his brow furrowed a little before he shrugs. “Okay. No big deal.”
I grit my teeth.
That was just averybig deal for me.
“So, yeah, I guess I’ll?—”
“Roman.”
He smirks at me as he sets our snacks down on the bedside table and then walks over to me. I shiver as his naked body presses against me, his hand drifting up into the back of my hair.
“I’m not one of your identity crisis one night stand girls, okay? If you need to leave, that’s cool.”
I swallow. “Okay.”
“Great.”
“So…I’ll just leave?—”
“Mmm, not quite yet.”
He grabs the back of my head and slams his mouth to mine, kissing me deep, his tongue exploring my mouth as I moan into his lips. The kiss drags on for who knows how long before he slowly pulls away, with me wishing he wouldn’t.
“There.Now you can go,” he growls.
22
VAL
Roman lets out a long,gasping moan as his cum sprays the tiled wall of the walk-in shower. His cock jerks in my hand, pulsing against my fingers as I stroke the cum from his balls.
I sink my teeth into his shoulder and groan as my dick erupts inside him, spilling my own cum deep inside his ass as he squeezes it tight around me.
“Fuck…” I groan, my fingers dragging down the tile on either side of his head before dropping my arms. My chest presses to his muscled back as my arms circle him, both of us shaking and panting.
“You fuckingkill me…” I growl against his skin, biting his shoulder again, loving the way it makes him tremble and whimper.
This is the fifth—no, sixth—time I’ve fucked Roman in the last week and a half.
It’s becoming a bit of a delicious routine.
He texts something totally innocent like “Checking if you have enough food in the fridge”…as if we don’t live in a city where I could have literally any cuisine delivered to my door in fifteen minutes.
But when he does, I play along and say “I’m not sure. I might starve to death” or something equally dramatic.
An hour later, he shows up with a bag of groceries that so far have a pretty shitty track record of making it into the fridge before I’ve got his clothes off and either his cock down my throat or mine reaming his ass.
Aside from rehearsal, I’ve never been big on “routine”. But this?
This, I could get fucking used to.
The steam from the shower curls around us as I nibble on his shoulder, grinding against him, the last spurts of my cum emptying into him. Slowly, I ease my dick out, grinning at the way he pushes back, trying to keep me inside.
