He wants this.
Roman’s hand twines around the back of my neck, and I suck a mark onto his shoulder as I stroke him again, tightening my hold on his cock. This time though, I don’t stop. When his gaze meets mine, I nod, then squeeze harder, my wrist aching with how fast it’s moving.
And as he sucks in a breath and whines, I let him come. His orgasm is loud and strong, his body sagging against mine when it’s over. My lips pull from his skin, and I see the mark I left there before checking out the camera. It’s still filming, capturing it all.
Roman is barely moving, his arms shaking as he tries to keep himself upright, while I reach over and turn the video off. He’s listless and fucked out, and I know in that moment, I’m not ready to let him go. This obviously doesn’t mean anything, but I’m too drunk not to give in to that feeling.
I move to where he can see me and tell himsleep.
He glowers at me, so I try to kiss it away, pulling him into me, but he rears back and shakes his head, signing, ‘No.’
I shrug. That’s fine. We don’t have to kiss again. I lead him to my bedroom instead.
He stares at the bed, his body drooping slightly.
‘Sleep.’ I point to the bed and then kick off my pants and boxers, sliding in naked. He stares at me and then does the same, taking his pants and boxers off and crawling in next tome. It’s a queen-size bed, so our bodies brush against each other, but neither of us does more than the occasional graze.
Instead, I close my eyes and hope that tomorrow when I wake up, I won’t regret what I did.
