Page 51 of Possession

I grit my teeth, trying not to come, but when he shouts and his ass seizes on my cock, I lose it. My hips snap forward as my balls pull up hard and I ejaculate inside him. I jerk forward again and again through the waves of it, filling him with my cum.

I pitch forward and catch myself against the wall with an outstretched hand. Lucas is recovering under me, riding the bliss, but he stirs when he realizes that I might not be okay.

“Roman?” He reaches behind himself, finds my hand and squeezes it.

I grunt and pull out. He immediately twists out from under me. “Sit,” he says after washing the cum off the seat.

I do it, turning and letting my ass thump down. I close my eyes as the world swirls around me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Lucas kneels in front of me, pelted from behind by the water. His eyes are worried.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “We shouldn’t have done that right after … fuck, I’m sorry.”

It upsets me that he feels guilty. I initiated it. It’s what I wanted and needed. I just feel a little shitty now, that’s all. I leanforward. I don’t know what I intend to do, but Lucas intercepts me and … hugs me.

“I’m gonna finish cleaning you up and get you to bed,” he says and kisses my neck.

I huff at him. I don’t really know how to react. I feel kind of weird when he says things like that, in that tone. Like … I don’t know. Like he cares about me. I mean, part of me knows that he does, but another part of me just doesn’t know what to do with something like that.

He gets me to sit back. He retrieves the washcloth and soaps it again. He scrubs my legs and feet. He pours more soap onto his hand and starts gently cleaning my groin.

It’s too much for me. It’s too fucking sweet. I take over, standing up to finish while he sees to his own final washup. The water’s going cold, so we finish rinsing and turn it off.

Stepping out, I grab two towels from the shelf. We dry off, then I hunt in the cabinet for a fresh bandage. My older wounds are healed, the stitches removed during one of our shower sessions.

I cover the new wound with a fresh bandage, then we head back into the bedroom. It’s getting light, so I close the curtains before getting into bed with Lucas.

The bed is so fucking big that when I pull Lucas against me, there’s a huge empty space on the other side. I worry that he’ll try to draw away, but he doesn’t.

“I wish you’d talk to me,” Lucas whispers.

I take a deep breath, hating how my heart skips. I don’t know why I’ve reverted to silence. Except for saying his name to the man who was in this room when I woke and half asking Lucas one question, I haven’t spoken at all.

I want to, but I’m so fucking overwhelmed.

“It’s all right,” Lucas says. “Just sleep, okay? I’m just glad you’re here.”

I curl my arm more firmly around him. He snuggles in closer.

EIGHTEEN

Lucas

Roman is a very light sleeper, so I very rarely get to lie against him while he’s actually asleep. But that’s what I’m getting right now, and I love it. I know it’s probably because he’s so exhausted, but I hope it’s also because he feels safe.

There’s a lot I should be thinking about and trying to figure out, but I’m not ready to give up this moment. I’m snuggled into his armpit. Is it weird that I like the smell of him so much? I press my nose against him and breathe.

His hand flexes against my back, telling me he’s starting to wake up. As his breathing deepens and he begins to stir, I lick his armpit. It startles him at first. I know I should be more careful. Sometimes he reacts badly to touchthat he’s not expecting, but I can’t help it. It’s instinct, and being with Roman has taught me to trust my instincts.

He murmurs as I do it again. I keep at it, reveling in the taste of him, then I work my way across his chest and to his throat, half crawling over him. His throat is rough with stubble. I scrape my teeth against it. He sucks in a breath and rolls over top of me, pinning me under him. His hard, heavy cock rests against mine.

“Good morning,” I say. “Or afternoon. I don’t know.” I can’t tell from the light edging around the curtains.

Roman lowers his face to my neck and starts licking me in turn. Then he starts sucking. My eyelids flutter and close as he marks me. I love that he does this.

He works his way downward. By the time he’s marking my groin, my cock is throbbing. Leaking.

He takes it into his mouth.

“Ahh!” My hips jack upward. My eyes roll to the back of my head. He takes hold of my balls, tugging and rolling them until I can’t think. His other hand roams over my body.

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