“It was your idea, babe.”
“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.”
I grunt as his tongue laps at the slit, the hypersensitivity taking over. “Enough,” I say, the word light with laughter. “Too much.”
“God, you taste good.” Roman licks his lips and the edges in case he’s missed any of it.
I look down, and his dick is still rock hard. Of course, he’s a prefect sub; he wouldn’t dare come without my permission. That’s another thing I want to talk about. I believe that if we’re fucking as boyfriends, he shouldn’t have to wait for permission to climax. “Do you want to come?”
Surprisingly, he shakes his head. “No, I’m good. I think my balls are empty after tonight. I’ll need a good night’s sleep to recover.” He’s smiling contentedly.
“Move in with me,” I blurt out. He blinks at me, and I realise how random that was.
I’m not surprised he looks taken aback. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have just come out with it like that.
I mean it though. I hate you going back to your place.
I thought I loved the quietness of living alone.
The gym is always busy with chatter, music, or with lessons.
The kids club runs most evenings now, and they are never quiet.
Now, it’s not the same. I want to hear your voice, to hear you tell me about your day. I want to tell you about mine.”
Roman is quiet, watching me intently. I chew on the corner of my lip as he digests all I’ve said. “I have a tenancy agreement. I’m not sure I can break it. My flatmate will need some time to find someone to take my room.”
“All rented properties have a one-month rolling contract now. If you give your notice, she has time to find a new roommate. You don’t have to pay any rent here, and we can split the utilities, if you can.
” I do know the Bound’s monthly fees are high.
I have no idea how much he earns; he’s never talked of money issues.
He’s definitely thinking seriously about it. I’m nervous. It’s a lot to throw at someone. But I’m all in, if he’s not ready yet then he needs to tell me.
“Are you sure? Because if this is a post orgasmic idea, then I think we should wait a while longer.”
I appreciate his honesty and his commitment to the girl he lives with.
“This is what I wanted to talk to you about, not just the I love you declaration. Talk to the guys at the house, have a think about it. I can wait.” I yawn loudly.
“We need some kip, sleep on it, Roe. Let me know what you want to do.”
“I know what my answer is going to be, so I’ll talk to all those involved and see what they think and what can be done.”
“So, is that a yes?”
Roman laughs, and I love the sound. I love everything about him. “It’s a yes, as soon as I can get everything tidied up. I will pay rent, Knox. That’s not negotiable. I will go halves on the groceries and utilities too.”
“We can work that all out when you get here. God, Pops is going to ecstatic. I’m the last to get settled. You have to come to brunch on Sunday. I can’t wait for you to meet them.”
“Um, y’know, I have met them. I’ve been a gym member long enough to be sought out by Robin for a chat. He’s a great guy; they both are.”
“Pish,” I tell him with a flick of my hand. “That’s so not the same thing. Apart from them putting on the best brunch I’ve ever had, they’ll see and meet you as my boyfriend. He’ll be all over you.”
I know it’s true. Pops has been worried about me ever finding someone. The fact that it’s Roman will make him even happier. He’s always a fusspot when it comes to submissives, being one himself. He’s very firm on us treating our men well.
“I’d like that.”