Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
JASPER
I’ve spent so long imagining what it would feel like to finally be inside Roman—to have every inch of him and claim the part he’s always kept just out of reach.
He took pieces of me without even trying, shared them easily with Zeke, and then pressed some into Addie’s waiting hands like they were gifts.
And now I get the last piece of him—the one I knew was mine, even if he didn’t.
In my head, I’ve played this moment out a thousand ways—bending him over, fucking him into the mattress until the only thing he remembers is my name and the way I make him feel. I want to take his breath, steal his thoughts, and own every sound that spills from his mouth.
But the other half of me needs to give him so much more than a release. It isn’t enough to fuck him until he’s shaking—though I want that too.
I want that deep, soul-binding kind of lovemaking that leaves you wondering if you’ll ever be the same again.
I want every second to be so devastatingly perfect that he begs for more the second it ends.
I want him to crave me, just like I crave him.
I watch him reach for Addie, and I kneel between his thighs.
Roman hooks his fingers in Addie’s thong and yanks it down her legs, fisting the lace in his hand.
He drags her onto his face, making her straddle him with her back to me, and locks his arms around her like a vice, hauling her down until she’s smothering him in pussy.
Lucky bastard.
Zeke remains beside me, close enough that his breath ghosts over my neck. His lips find my ear, voice low and meant only for me.
“You and Roman… you need this more than anyone. I know what this means to you.” His fingers ghost down my spine, leaving fire in their wake, and I feel it all the way to my knees.
“I’m gonna fuck our girl the way she needs.
But you and him… This moment belongs to you, so touch him the way you’ve dreamed about, and make him feel it, baby. ”
My eyes are on Roman’s cock as Zeke lazily circles his thumb around his rim, like he’s teasing himself with the idea of fucking him too.
“But once I’ve made Addie come, I’m burying myself inside your ass because I need to feel you.”
“You fucking better,” I growl, grabbing him by the jaw to catch his mouth in a bruising kiss.
I reach for the lube, slick up my fingers, and slowly slide one into Roman. His abs tighten at the intrusion, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest as he eats Addie’s pussy like she’s his last meal.
I slide in deeper, then add a second finger and stretch him open.
Addie starts to rock her hips, fucking herself on Roman’s tongue, and I thrust my fingers faster, twisting and scissoring, loving every grunt and gasp he lets out.
His cock stays rock hard, thick, and perfect, every muscle in his body pulled tight.
“Keep riding his face, angel. Fuck his mouth until you come all over his tongue.” I urge her, and fuck, does she deliver.
Her whole body locks up, hips jerking forward one last time when her orgasm hits. She’s gasping and panting, and her fingers twist in Roman’s hair like she’s trying to hold on to what’s left of herself.
“My turn,” Zeke says as he lifts her effortlessly off Roman and pulls her into his lap. “You wanna ride my cock, beautiful?”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. She just lifts herself and sinks down, and the second he’s inside her, her mouth falls open with a broken gasp.
We all know that sound. That sound means Zeke’s buried deep. Because Zeke doesn’t just fuck, he fills, and he owns, and that first push steals your breath every single time.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, and Zeke groans into her neck, already rolling his hips.
“That’s it,” he whispers against her skin. “You feel how full you are?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathes out, lost in it, and I turn my focus back to Roman.
My fingers are still buried inside him when I lower myself on top of him, my chest brushing his, our noses almost touching.
He grips my wrist, halting me—not pulling away, just holding me there.
He gives me a single nod, and that’s all I need.
I slide my fingers free, grab the lube with hands that won’t stop shaking—because I want him so goddamn bad I can barely see straight—and coat my cock from base to tip.
I brace one hand beside his head, the other still wrapped around my length, and line myself up.
My heart starts pounding in my throat as I begin to push, and fuck, it’s overwhelming—the heat, the tightness, the raw, hungry way his body takes me. It’s erotic in a way that makes my head spin.
“Roman,” I rasp as I push in deeper, my eyes squeezed shut from the sheer intensity of it. “Are you okay?”
Zeke and Addie’s soft moans begin to fade into the background.
“I can stop,” I whisper, my hips barely moving, just enough for him to feel me. “I swear to you, Roman, I’d rather never use my dick again than do this without you being fully with me.”
“I’ve never been more with you. Keep going, you feel… Jesus, it’s different, but it’s you, and I need you to keep going.”
I press my forehead to his, both of us breathless, my heart jackhammering against his chest. He lifts his legs a little more, giving me that last inch of space, and I ease in until I bottom out inside him.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “When you’re ready, I’ll move, okay?” He nods, and the second his lust-drunk eyes meet mine, everything else falls away.
I start to thrust, slow at first, barely rocking back before rolling my hips forward again. I keep it easy, fighting every urge to rush because I want him to feel every second of this.
Little by little, I feel his body gradually unfurl as he trusts the stretch and opens for me.
“Look at them, Addie,” Zeke murmurs from beside us, but I don’t even blink.
I can’t tear my eyes from Roman—not when he’s giving himself to me like this, and not when it feels this fucking good. It’s too much and somehow still not enough. It’s better than anything I ever let myself dream about.
“Feel good?” I groan, but I’m not even sure I get the words out right. I’m dick-deep and ready to sell my soul to the nearest demon if it means Roman keeps gripping me like this and losing himself in the way I fuck him.
“So good. You can give me more.” I slide my hand up his chest, and crash my mouth to his. I want to crawl deeper. I want to fuck him so full of me he never forgets what this feels like.
I start to move harder, my lips still brushing his, never letting go of that point of contact. “I love you,” I choke out, the words burning against his lips. My chest is flush with his, our hearts beating wild between us, and I need him to feel what he does to me.
“I love you too. I’m sorry I made you wait.”
“Baby, no,” I whisper. “You were worth every second I spent aching to have you like this.”
I kiss him, open-mouthed and hungry, my tongue sliding against his, desperate to taste his release before it even happens.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I whisper, lightly dragging my teeth along his jaw.
“My perfect boy.” His hand slips between us, and I feel his knuckles brush against my stomach as he strokes himself.
“You gonna come for me, baby? I want to feel it. I want every second of your pleasure to belong to me… Say it. Tell me it’s mine. ”
“Fuck, Jasper… It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“Give it to me, Rome.” He spills with a shudder, and I stay right there with him, watching the man I love fall apart for me.
When I know I’ve wrung the last of his pleasure out of him, I dip down and lick him clean before letting his cock slip into my mouth. I hold him there, breathing around him, my tongue cradling him while I try to catch my breath and keep myself together.
Just having him still swollen, still pulsing against my tongue… yeah, I’m here for that.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to let go.
I just want to stay here in this exact moment.
A little wrecked.
A lot in love.
And utterly his.
His hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp, and when I finally release him, I keep teasing him with soft, shallow thrusts.
I lift my gaze to Zeke and Addie. Zeke’s watching us with eyes full of fire and devotion, while Addie’s barely breathing. She’s holding herself still, as if she moves too fast she might miss the magic surrounding us.
“Ride him, Addie,” Roman growls, holding his hand out to her. “Get yourself off on his cock.”
She slips her hand into his, and Zeke’s palms are already on her hips, lifting her just enough to line her up before slamming into her from below. He fucks her hard, and from where I’m kneeling, I can see every bounce of her tits and twitch of her thighs.
“Holy shit, Zeke… Don’t stop,” she whimpers, already losing herself.
“Come on, baby,” I growl, rolling my hips slow and deep into Roman, who’s clenching around me like he needs this as much as she does.
She cries out, her head thrown back as she rides the line between pain and bliss. I reach for her and grab a fistful of her hair.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “You love this, don’t you? Being our beautiful little fuck toy. Ours to use. Ours to love.”
She moans, broken and breathless, and yeah—she fucking lives for this the way we do.
“I’m coming… oh my god,” she screams, her whole body shaking.
Zeke holds her there, fucked open and spent, until the last ripple runs through her and her legs finally go slack around his waist.
When he lifts his face, the heat burning in his eyes makes it feel like he’s already inside me.
“Think I can borrow Zeke? I want him to fuck me the way he just fucked you.”
Addie climbs off Zeke, still catching her breath, and he moves around the bed.
He goes to Roman first, cups his face, and brushes their mouths together, grounding them both in that unspoken You good?
Roman nods, and Zeke moves behind me. His hand grips my jaw, and he kisses me.
I melt into it, hearing the sound of lube being pumped.