Page 13 of Room Nineteen: Bulls in Her Court

“You live together?” Cassius asks.

Romi nods. Lance still has a happy-ass smile on his face.

“Good luck trying not to fuck like rabbits.”

“Lucky guy.” Cassius leans over and kisses Romi’s cheek.

We get dressed, all of us slowly coming out of the daze of mindless, transcendent sex. “What did that mean, LS?” Romi asks.

“Lifestyle,” I answer. “As in, swinger lifestyle.”

“Oh…” She blanches a little. She’s a good girl, I can tell. A good girl, who’s also insatiably fucking horny.

In other words, perfect.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t really ourlifestyleeither. We have like actual jobs, friends that aren’t swingers. Friends with kids.”

“So it’s not like, a cult or anything?”

“Nah. It ain’t like a cult or anything,” I assure her.

Cassius says, “Like most things in life, it’s what you make of it.”

Chapter Seven

Romi

He’s ruined me.

I already know I’m going to need that experience again. Or something like it. It plays over and over in my head. I love it there. I tell him as much.

“I’ve corrupted you,” Lance says, teasingly. And maybe, a little bit worried.

“I never did that before,” I admit, referring of course to the anal sex.

“I never didthateither.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about the BJ or the DP, but maybe, probably, both. “I liked doing it together.”

“Me too, pretty girl.” He groans softly, closing his eyes. When he opens them again the pupils are blown wide and intense, the irises glazed over with desire. “Fuck.”

“They said we were going to have like…the hottestsex together after that. I think they’re right, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He pulls me in close. “Mmm, honey. I want you.”

“You have me.”

He coaxes me into a long, slow kiss. I love how he never rushes. He never seems to be thinking about the end goal. I’ve never seen anyone live in the moment the way Lance does. He kisses me like his only intention is kissing me. Warm lips moving over mine as if to memorize them. And when it turns into more, when his hand trips down my curves, pushing apart my thighs to stroke up my seam, wet and needy for him already, he’s in that moment, too.

God, is heinthat moment.

My next breath rushes from my mouth into his.

He seems to swallow it with a vibrating groan.

Lance nibbles my lips toyingly. His fingers spreading my juices over my folds, my clit. “Goddamn, honey. You’re soaking wet for me.”

“Yeah,” I simper. I blink up at him. “I want to feel you…bare, this time.”

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