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“Let’s see more.”

The whole set up is just what I need. By the time we walk back into the main room, most of the booths and tables are full, and I get to see more of the members. Naked subs kneel by their Masters. There’s a corner with some Daddies and their littles. I can’t stop looking at the booth with Knox and others. Christ, they really play. Knox is sucking Roman’s cock while another Master, a huge black man fucks Roman’s arse.

Why do I suddenly want to be a part of that? I’ve had group sex before and enjoyed it, but this is different. I want those two men. How can I make that happen?

“What do you think? Is this the kind of club you’re looking for?”

“Absolutely. I can see myself having a lot of fun. Can we do the paperwork now?” I turn my back on my future with those two men.

“We’re home, babe.” I push my fingers through the hair resting over his forehead. Roman’s eyes open, and he blinks owlishly at me.

His smile is soft as he focuses on me. “Hmm, I like the sound of that.” His eyes close again.

This time, I unclick his seatbelt and lean over and kiss his head. “How about a shower? Let me get you all clean again.”

Another Hmm slips from his lips. “A shower, yes please. You may have to carry me; I don’t think my legs work anymore.” His cheeks flush a pale pink in the interior car light. He was incredible tonight, really letting himself go. It was beautiful.

“I can carry you, but you have to try to swing your legs out of the door so I can pick you up.” I can’t help but chuckle as he sighs as if it’s the hardest chore in the world.

I lift him up bridal style; he laughs and wriggles. “Put me down, you lummox.”

“It was your idea, babe.”

I’m at the door before I lower him to put the key in the lock. Inside, it takes a moment to turn on some lights and lock the door.

It takes me five minutes to get both of us clean of any sweat and other bodily fluids. I dry Roman and lead him to the bed. He climbs in, and his head sinks into the pillow.

As I lie down, Roman moves closer, resting his head on my chest. Instinctively, I pull him even closer. He relaxes even more as his muscles loosen, ready for sleep. I won’t get a chance to talk to him.

“Tonight was so good, Knox. You know exactly which buttons to press,” Roman says so quietly that I think he’s asleep as the sentence ends.

“I love you,” I whisper into his hair and drop a kiss on the still damp curls.

Roman tenses against me. He’s awake. As I look down, he lifts his head up to look at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I don’t know why I haven’t told you before. We know we work well, and the fun stuff at Bound is off the charts hot. But it’s more. It’s the quiet contented times, the waking up together with you in my arms. I miss you as soon as you leave, and I hate the nights we’re apart.”

His eyes, heavy with tears, shimmer in the almost dark room. His chin wobbles, like he’s holding back from crying. I untangle us and roll him onto his back, lying over him but supporting my weight on my forearms beside his head. As I rock my hips against his, a moan escapes us both. After all we’ve done tonight, we still have more to give.

“I love you too. I was scared to tell you. And yes, we do know each other, but saying those three words is a big thing. I’ve never said it to anyone before. It’s something I only want to say to one man in my life. Being with you has made me sure that it’s you.”

“Yet you’ve held back from saying it, why?”

“Because if I told you and you didn’t feel the same way, I’d be devastated.” He shifts his eyes away from mine, but as I lean on one elbow, I cup his jaw, my thumb skating over his lips. He parts them and licks the pad before sucking it into his mouth.

I’ve never met someone with the stamina and the desire he has, and I’m not going to let it go to waste. Not after what we’ve shared tonight. “Why don’t I ever get enough of you?”

His tongue swirls around my thumb before scraping his teeth over the pad before releasing it. “I want your cock,” he says, his voice deep, full of desire. “I haven’t tasted you tonight, Sir.” His eyes drop down between us and lock onto my cock.

“I’m not going to say no to that. Sit up, lean back on the headboard. No hands, just your mouth,” I instruct, shifting onto my knees to let him scrabble up.

He licks his lips, then dribbles onto my cock; he knows the slicker it is, the easier it will glide down his throat. I smear the spit over the head and down my length, adding some of my own before lifting it to his lips. “How do you want this?”

“Fuck my face, Sir.” His dilated eyes are heavy-lidded and laden with lust.

He opens his mouth as I paint his lips with the precum that’s leaking like a dodgy tap. I slide in one slow motion until I’m lodged in his throat. He hums around the length, then swallows. I start slow, languidly withdrawing only to slide fully again. In, out, in, out; spit is now leaking from his mouth, dripping onto his chin. And fuck, that always has me going harder and faster.

With my hand on his throat, I can feel my dick as it slips into his throat over and over. When I feel it again, I stop. My dick stays lodged; I know how long Roman can go before I need to pull out and allow him to pull oxygen back into his lungs. I pull back, allowing him to breathe again, only to repeat it again twice more. My balls have had enough of waiting, and keeping only the head in his mouth, I stroke the length. He suckles the head, swirling his tongue around like he’s licking an ice cream. He’ll swallow my cream soon enough. As my balls tighten, I let go and slide back into his mouth, only shallow movements as my orgasm has my back stiffening. “Fuck, yeah. Swallow it all, baby.”