Page 95 of Necessary Roughness
Silence.
I glanced down at Logan. “I’d be okay with him watching.” I turned to gaze up at Knox. “If you guys are willing.”
They shared a look, then Knox said, “I’m into it if you are, Sloane.”
Logan squeezed my ass with both hands. “Fuck yeah. As long as I get to keep doingthis.” He drove up with his hips, fucking me from below.
I let out a long moan and said, “Door’s unlocked.”
Ten seconds went by, long enough for me to wonder if he had heard me. Sometimes he wore headphones around the house. Maybe he wasn’t in the hallway after all. Or worse: he’d heard me, and wanted no part of this.
But then the doorknob turned slowly, and the door swung open.
Roman took in the sight of us at a glance, jaw going slack. His gaze locked onto my body, filled with unmistakable hunger.
“I promise not to blush,” I said, holding my third roommate’s gaze while leaning down to kiss Logan. “The chair is over there, if you want to get comfortable.”
Roman closed the door behind him, though there was no need now that all occupants of the house were in my room. His hard-on created a tent in his baggy gray sweatpants, and he kept his eyes on me as he walked around the bed and sat in my chair. From that spot, he had a perfect view of my ass—and Logan’s cock plunging into it.
Fueled by the eroticism of his presence, I took over again, riding Logan faster than before. Slamming my ass down onto his hard length over and over. Knox stood up again, aiming his dick toward my mouth, and before he could muffle me I turned to Roman and demanded, “Why aren’t you touching yourself?”
Then the quarterback was fucking my mouth, grabbing a handful of my hair and bobbing me up and down. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Roman stroking his cock in a massive palm, drinking in the sight of us.
Time to put on a show.
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Roman
By now, I knew when my roommates were having sex. It was impossiblenotto know, considering they finished their pitcher of margaritas and then giggled their way into Sloane’s room as a group, closing the door behind them.
I usually put headphones on to drown it out. Like I’ve said: I’m not a creeper, especially in my own goddamn house. If the tables were turned, I would’ve wanted them to do the same thing.
But sometimes I couldn’t help but listen.
Tonight was one of those nights. I removed my headphones and went to the kitchen to get another drink. I was still in a bad mood after the meeting with Zane, and our game wasn’t until Saturday, which meant tonight I could get well and truly drunk.
I poured a glass of tequila, but before I could drink it, I heard them. More specifically, I heard Sloane.
“It’s in my ass.”
The words were clear and unmistakable, and they stopped me in my tracks the way a gunshot would have.
They’re having anal sex.
I didn’t know why it was my kink. A psychologist would probably spend an hour analyzing my past relationships, or theforbidden nature of the act, or a thousand other reasons. I didn’t care. When I opened my laptop and watched porn, more often than not I chose a video where a woman was getting fucked in the ass. That’s what turned me on the most.
I downed the tequila in one long pull, then allowed my feet to carry me to the hallway. The sounds of their sex grew louder, more clear. I could hear the bed rocking, the metal frame squeaking against the screws. I also heard moans, and sighs, and more dirty talk.
I must have stood there longer than I realized, because suddenly I heard my name: “You listening, Roman?”
Shame and disgust hit me like a strong wind coming off the Gulf. I had the urgent desire to flee, but knew they would hear my footsteps on the wooden floorboards, no matter how quiet I tried to be.
“Sorry if we’re making too much noise while Logan fucks me in the ass,” came Sloane’s voice. “If it’s too loud, you can put on some headphones. Or come watch.”
She must have been joking. This was some sick joke. But my cock was throbbing painfully in my sweatpants, making it difficult to think.
What if shewasn’tjoking?
