Chapter 12 One Fucked Up Man #2
I stared at the text, gulping down hard to calm the heartbeat in my throat.
This was so odd. I waited until the YouTube video finished and then climbed off the bed, both confused and apprehensive of his text.
But as soon as I opened my door, heavy breathing and a woman's moans hit my ears.
I froze mid-step, realizing that it was coming from. ..the living room.
My face burned, shame and embarrassment washing over me that I was overhearing a clearly very private moment, but just then, my phone buzzed with another text.
Roman: Come.
At a snail’s pace, my mind began putting it all together. I shuffled my feet forward, as if I wasn’t in control of my actions, and approached the living room, where my eyes landed on what I knew was happening.
Roman was having sex with a woman.
The private act was on full display for me, and I stood planted to the floor, still in the hallway, but close enough to hear and see it all.
But then Roman’s gaze locked with mine, and my heart stopped. He was fully naked, forcefully thrusting into a svelte blonde that stood on all fours on the couch. His hand pressed her face into the cushion, facing away from me.
This looked like full-out porn. It was rough and hard, and Roman groaned with every thrust, the sound of his voice waking up something sinister inside me.
But the way he looked at me…shattered all of me.
This was obviously set up for me to see.
His eyes burned a hole in me; anger and vengeance clearly displayed on his face.
The blonde woman interrupted the moment with a loud yelp, but without breaking eye contact with me, Roman growled at her, "Quiet! "
At this, she obeyed without question and quieted down, the silence only being punctured by her now stifled moans.
I watched. I stood there and watched how Roman leaned in closer to her, never pausing his thrusts. His eyes on mine, he spoke loud enough for me to hear every word. "Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
His smirk grew, just like the throb between my legs. What the fuck, why was this so hot?
Roman's body was sculpted by the gods. His muscles were clearly defined, his long torso was covered in tattoos, and his height overpowered everything.
I tore my eyes away from his and allowed myself to slowly gaze down his chest, his stomach, and his abdomen, focusing right on the spot where their two bodies connected.
Roman’s fist tightened in the woman’s hair, and the other held her hips, keeping her in place while he fucked her right in front of me, the sound of their act filling up the entire room.
"You like it, baby?" His deep voice sounded again, and I shot my gaze up into his, witnessing an angry smile growing on his face.
But in an instant, he suddenly stepped back and pulled out, and then.
..then I saw what he held in his hand. Fucking Christ, he wasn’t lying when he said he had a big dick.
Somehow, the size was perfectly proportionate to his large body.
My eyes were glued to it; I couldn’t even blink as I watched him stroke his cock. Both length and girth. Fuck.
"Get on your knees,” he commanded the blonde and pulled her up by her hair. It dawned on me that I was ready to get down on my knees from that tone. Without protest or any words at all, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and immediately, he thrust his dick into her mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. This guy wasn’t giving her any time to breathe.
I watched—mesmerized—as Roman placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing himself into her with relentless speed.
My mouth was salivating, and my pussy throbbed at the mere thought of being in her position.
Why the fuck was this turning me on, and why was I still standing there!
Before I could force myself to turn and walk away, I heard his voice again. "Yes. Fuck, you're taking me like such a good girl," Roman drawled, still piercing me with his eyes. I breathed hard, desperately trying to assure myself that this was a dream.
I imagined myself in her place, taking his cock down my throat.
..like a good girl. Whatever panties I wore that day were fucking drenched, and heat spread through my body, down my legs and up my stomach, overtaking all sensations.
Watching the scene was so wrong, so dirty, so forbidden. ..so fucking hot.
Roman’s pace quickened, and he fucked the blonde’s mouth without mercy until his body shuddered, and he pulled out of her mouth. His eyes on mine, he breathed heavily and groaned loudly as he came, the satisfaction on his face unmistakable.
“Did you like it, baby?” A woman’s uncertain voice rudely interrupted our staring contest, and I remembered the blonde was still on her knees, looking up at him as she tried to catch her breath.
As if plunged into ice water, I realized what I’d just witnessed. With all the remaining self-dignity that I possessed, I forced myself to rip my eyes away from his and turn around.
My vision spun, and my legs were as heavy as lead, but I shuffled back to my room in a quick jog, but not before I caught Roman's response, said a little too loudly.
"You did great."
The door clicked shut behind me, and I fell onto the bed, curling into myself and squeezing my eyes shut. What the fuck did I just see?
I breathed. In and out, in and out, doing my best to calm the fuck down. Images of Roman thrusting into that woman bloomed inside my mind immediately. Without thinking of my actions, I ran my hand down my body and in between my legs, grinding into the bed.
The small gesture sent waves of pleasure through me, the memories blazing red in the black of my eyes.
But I stopped right in time. I ripped my hand out from between my legs and came back to reality, staying on the bed and trying to breathe through whatever the hell all this was.
This was a very fucked-up evening. This was a very fucked-up thing to do. Roman was one fucked-up man.