CHAPTER 25
ROMAN
I wake up the next morning with a mariachi band using my head as a stage. My body is aching from head to toe. I let out a loud painful groan as I stretch, which suddenly throws me off balance and I land hard on… Carter, who wakes up with a ‘oof’ when I land on him.
“Why did you body slam me?” he asks, sounding winded. I quickly push myself off him and climb back onto the couch.
“Why are we sleeping in the living room? What the hell happened last night?” The house looks like a scene from The Hangover . I’m half expecting Mike Tyson and a tiger to come strolling in from the kitchen. With a loud groan of his own, Carter sits up and rubs his eyes.
“You passed out on the couch and nothing short of an atomic bomb could wake you, I have my doubts if even that would’ve worked. So I slept down here with you. I need coffee and food immediately.” He says all of this with his eyes still closed like they can't bear to open and face the light of day. Not that I blame him, I wouldn’t wanna see this mess either. Not to mention the smell, a mixture of beer and burnt plastic.
My brain clearly hasn’t fully woken up, or maybe it's still swimming in beer, because it takes me far too long to register the fact that Carter couldn’t wake me, so he slept on the floor so I wouldn’t be alone. God, I love this man. When I check the time, I see it's still early and since neither of us have anywhere to be today, I stand up and hold out my hands to haul him to his feet.
“Let's go get a few more hours of sleep in bed. We are too old to be sleeping on couches and floors,” I joke, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not caring about morning breath, even after a night of heavy drinking.
“Counteroffer — let's shower and then climb into bed fresh and clean, with very empty balls.”
I mean when he puts it like that how can I refuse.
“After you, good sir.” I wave my hand in front of us and gesture toward the stairs. I had many, many plans for us last night but clearly my tolerance for alcohol is extremely low, or maybe my greed is extremely high when it comes to beer and good company. As much as I wanted to bury myself in Carter, I wouldn't have changed a thing about how the night progressed. I finally felt like I belonged with these people, like I was worthy to be their friend and good enough to be Carter's boyfriend.
We both ascend the stairs and head straight to our en suite to brush our teeth in tandem while the shower heats up. I allow myself this time to sweep my eyes over his body. He's shirtless and wearing only his boxers. Even when he's sleeping on the floor the guy hates clothes. My eyes zero in on the bite-mark tattoo on his neck and my dick immediately stiffens. Wasting no more time I push off the pajama pants I don't even remember putting on and head to the shower, only for Carter to grab my elbow and pull me back.
I look at him, waiting for him to explain why he stopped me and why he's trying and failing to hold back a laugh.
“You’re wearing a hat.” He flicks the rim. Reaching up I pull it off.
“Where the fuck did I get a fedora?” I ask, staring at it like it's going to have its owner's name and address on a ‘If lost please return to’ sticker.
He’s not even trying to contain his laughter now. No, he's bent over holding his stomach as he loses his shit at my confused expression.
“I have no idea, I don’t remember anybody wearing one and I don’t own one, yet here it is. You look cool with it on.” I would have been inclined to believe him if a second round of belly laughs hadn’t burst from him.
Shoving the hat onto his face I get into the shower and make quick work of lathering my body up, the quicker I get clean the quicker we can get dirty.
Thankfully, Carter remembers the plan and tosses the hat to the side before joining me under the spray. “We need a bigger shower for sure. One with shower heads all over the place. I wanna feel like I'm in a car wash when I shower,” he tells me enthusiastically as he washes his hair at warp speed. His eagerness is as obvious as the desire in his eyes as they move down my body and land square on my hard cock which is standing up and proudly displaying his name.
The groan that leaves him this time is a sound of raw carnal desire. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he stares at his handiwork. It's been healed up for over a week but this is the first time he has touched it, stroked it, licked it. “Mmmm, fuck that feels so good, Tatts.”
CARTER
Tasting my name on Roman’s cock is everything I thought it would be. I don't think I ever thought of myself as a possessive man. I’ve also never felt the deep-rooted need to put my name on something so that everybody knows it's mine. I wonder if I was like this as a kid, and now that I've found my favorite toy again, I've reverted back to that behavior. Regardless of my motivations for wanting it, the fact Roman trusts and believes in us enough to let me actually do it, is what has a river of precum dribbling from my cockhead and washing down the drain as I lick another stripe from sac to tip. The underside of a cock has never tasted so good.
Dragging my calloused fingers up and down his thighs as I kiss and lick over his cock, I bring my eyes up to meet him. “Will you let me fuck you, Roman? I want to watch your cock bouncing against your belly and see your cum dripping all over my name.” His eyes seem to blaze with heat as he nods quickly and pulls me back to my feet, making me pout.
“You can finish sucking my dick as you stretch my hole, Carter.”
A shiver runs right down my spine and settles in my balls. There is something almost animalistic in his tone when he's desperate for me. I fucking love it. Roman makes quick work of washing up and I just watch him, already picturing how hot he is going to look when I dirty him up again. When he turns his gaze back to mine he looks more predator than human and it has me turning off the shower and attacking his mouth, moving him back to the bedroom, still dripping wet with no fucks to give.
We land on the bed, bodies pressed together from head to feet, our mouths fused in a kiss that promises nirvana. Spreading his legs, I fall between them and slide my dick against his, groaning into his mouth at the feel of velvety skin on skin. I could come just like this. Fucking against him while I taste every corner of his mouth. I want more though. I want my first feel of his hot hole, greedily sucking me in and choking my dick.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I grab the lube with one hand while kissing down his body, licking up every last droplet of water still on his skin until I reach his cock and marvel again at my name there. I am never going to get sick of seeing that.
Taking his cock back into my mouth I run a lubed finger over his hole, just lightly teasing it. Part of me is mad for not being patient enough to spend the next hour softening him up with my tongue, but the temptation to suck my name into my mouth is too hard to resist. So I settle for giving his hole teasing taps and strokes, pushing in with just the tip, then pulling back. I keep sucking and licking his shaft, I don’t want him to come like this so I stick to just tasting him, playing with him rather than devouring him.
I slowly work him open, first with one finger, then two, and by the time I have three fingers buried deep in his ass and toying with his prostate, he's a mess below me. I didn’t mean to edge him so many times but watching him moaning out in pure bliss, feeling his thighs start to tense and his balls tighten up, only for me to pull away and him to cry out his frustration, might just be my new favorite pastime.
“I’m ready, Carter. Fuck, I’ve been ready, now put your dick in me,” he demands, his voice all growly again. Moving up to my knees I spread lube over his hole one last time, then coat my cock before lining it up and leaning over him with my hands either side of his head.
“I’m the Alpha tonight, baby. Be a good boy and let me hear how much you want my cock,” I whisper against the skin of his neck as I bite and suck my way down it. I can feel him trembling below me with barely there restraint.
“Please, Alpha,” he pleads. “Fuck my greedy hole, fuck me until I paint my chest with my cum.” His filthy fucking words have my hips snapping forward and my cock breaching his body before my brain has even caught up. His face twists in pain but it passes a second later when I feel him relaxing around me and bearing down to take more of me.
“Don’t stop, I can take it. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Mark me inside and out, Carter.”
Fuck, his words go straight to my balls and I hiss as I push the rest of the way inside him. I’m becoming addicted to hearing him say my name in that deep gravelly tone. When I’m finally balls deep, hips pressing into the backs of his thighs, I lean down for another kiss. He wants to be fucked hard, and I will oblige but I need a second to adjust to the hot tightness of his hole as it molds itself around me.
Sliding an arm under each knee I sit up again, forcing his legs forward and lifting his hips off the mattress. My eyes twinkle when I look down at him. “You want me to fuck you hard, Roman? Fuck you so hard you forget your damn name and then fill you with my cum. Is that what you want?” I ask, keeping my thrusts slow and languid, giving him time to answer. His body shudders below me and he nods, pulling his own legs back so my hands are free to press down on the backs of his thighs. Using them as leverage I shift to a push-up position, leaving just my toes on the mattress, then I slam my body down into his.
Over and over I fuck into him with the full force of my body weight behind every thrust. Roman’s cries are louder than I've ever heard from him before as my cock practically punches down on his prostate. I want him to come hands-free. I want a clear view of my name on his skin as he succumbs to his orgasm.
“Let me hear you, Roman, let me hear how much you love my cock pounding this tight ass,” I demand, my own voice sounding feral now to match the way my cock is pistoning in and out of him.
“Oh fuck yes, Carter, don’t stop, make me fucking come for you.” He moans out and my rhythm stutters for a second as bolts of pleasure shoot straight to my balls. Fuck, I’m close, but I want more. I want to see him come. His cock is bouncing just like I wanted. There's a river of precum already sinking into his belly button. His balls are drawn up. He's as close as I am.
Sliding my hands into the hair at the back of his head I tug hard, forcing his back to arch and his neck to be exposed as I lean down over him. I keep the same punishing pace as I graze my teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck.
“You. Are. Mine.” I punctuate every word with a snap of my hips, aiming right for his prostate. I keep my fingers tangled in his hair and his body arched as I relentlessly fuck him. Sweat drips down my back and my thighs are starting to burn but nothing can make me slow down or stop. I need to see this man fall apart.
“This fucking hole is mine.” I almost roar as I watch his cock jerk and rope after rope of cum hits his chest, triggering the most intense orgasm of my life. I feel like my whole body is being sucked dry as I just keep pumping cum inside him and watch as his body twitches with aftershocks.
Roman’s loud cries of pleasure start to trail off to soft whimpers as he rides his orgasm high. The blissed-out expression on his face has me leaning down to kiss him. His legs fall around us and I lose the battle to hold myself up any longer, letting my body drop on top of his as we both pant heavily.
“If this is what a fedora does to you, I’m keeping that fucking hat.”
I laugh at his ridiculousness and roll us onto our sides, facing each other. I feel my cock slipping free and a waterfall of cum following behind it making me wince. He too must feel the flood between his cheeks and he grimaces.
“You are sleeping in the wet patch,” he tells me before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
It’s definitely love because I don't even care. I’ll sleep in the wet patch every damn day.