18. Chapter 18 #2
As soon as I open the front door, laughter echoes down the hallway.
My stomach immediately lurches into my throat at the possibility that I’m walking in on something that I definitely don’t want to see.
I didn’t tell Roman that I was coming over this early, and this was the first night I haven’t slept here in…
fuck. I don’t even know how long. Weeks?
So often that he gave me my own keycard.
Roman and I haven’t been doing anything sexual together, so there’s a very real possibility that he invited someone over on his first night alone and that thought literally makes me want to barf.
I know that he can be a bit of a dick sometimes, but he wouldn’t actually stoop that low, would he?
I keep my footsteps silent as I sneak down the hallway to peer around the wall and nearly collapse with relief when I see Devlin lounging on the couch.
Roman is leaning back in his computer chair facing Dev, and he instantly spots me, a smile curving up on the corner of his lips.
His expression causes Dev to pause and turn around to see what he’s looking at.
When Devlin realizes that Roman was smiling at me, his face contorts with shock.
Trust me, dude... it’s still weird for me too.
“Hi…” I squeak out as I slink around the corner. “What are you guys up to?”
“Mmm. I dropped by to check in on Salem. He’s been looking a lot better, and Maven has been calling me to visit with him a lot less lately. I just wanted to make sure that he was still improving.”
“Well, that’s good. I’m glad that he’s getting better. If I would’ve known you were stopping by, I would’ve grabbed you a coffee too.” I reply as I walk over and hand a cup to Roman. He glances up at me with a mischievous smirk.
This entire situation is awkward as fuck.
I told Roman to act like his old self when we were out in public so that other people wouldn’t suspect that anything was going on between us, but Devlin is really close to us.
I mean, I live with him. He knows that I’ve barely been at home lately, and he already knew that Roman and I were working together because I was the one that asked about Salem in the first place.
There’s a very thin line between Devlin knowing the truth, that he likely already suspects, and us still being able to cover it up with snark and assholery.
There’s only so much damage control that we can do, and the more times Devlin sees Roman and I together, the harder it’s going to be to convince him that there’s nothing going on between the two of us.
Maybe him knowing the truth is the easiest option.
I trust him, and I know that he wouldn’t judge me for what we’re doing, or the fall out that’s going to come afterward.
Him and Cain have always been there for me, since the moment I got to this prison, and I doubt that would change just because I did something I knew was dumb.
Roman turns to put his coffee cup on his desk, and as I lean down put my cup beside his, I whisper in his ear.
“How do you feel about Devlin knowing?”
He glances up at me as he spins his chair back around to face Dev. I swear that I see a spark of excitement twinkling back at me. “That’s up to you.”
Hmm. Okay. I don’t even bother contemplating it, I just shrug my shoulders as I step around his chair and plop down into his lap. Air whooshes out from his lungs, and he lets out a chuckle before grabbing me by my hair and tilting my head to the side.
“A little warning next time, yeah?” He demands before kissing that sensitive spot behind my ear.
A chill runs down my spine as he lets go of my hair and pulls me against his chest. My cheeks start to heat as I feel blood rushing to places it definitely doesn’t need to be right now.
When I glance up at Devlin, his eyes are locked onto us as he tries to pull some slack into the crotch of his pants.
It’s not like it’s helping; the outline of his dick is on full display.
“Ouch!” I blurt out as I clamp my hand over my neck. I turn around to glare at Roman. “Did you just… bite me?”
He leans in to kiss where my hand is, his lips trailing over my flesh softly. “Look at his dick again, and I’m going to have to sear the memory of it from your brain, pretty boy.”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” I whimper as I tilt my head to the side.
“I told you before, I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Don’t test me, Lance.”
“Is that supposed to be a punishment? Because the dots aren’t connecting up here.” I explain as I tap a finger against my head.
“Fuck…“ Devlin curses and he jumps up and tries to tuck his hard on into a more discreet position. “I’ve gotta get the fuck outta here. I expect a phone call from you later, Lance.” He demands with a knowing glare before rounding the couch and heading for the front door.
Roman pulls my head back against his chest, forcing me to look up at him. “Running off my guests, pretty boy. That’s not very nice.”
His other hand wraps around my throat, his fingers tracing the vein that’s pounding there. “I can’t exactly disagree, but my dick is feeling pretty smug about the results right now.”
He hums appreciatively as his fingers tighten around my neck. “You want me to fuck you, Lance?”
His other hand is resting on my stomach, so I grab it and lead it down to my pants. “What do you think?” I ask, my voice laced with sarcasm.
He immediately strokes me through the fabric, causing a raspy groan of pleasure to escape from me. His hands on me always feels like fucking heaven. It doesn’t even matter where he’s touching me as long as he is touching me.
I’ve been desperate to do more with him.
Every time he’s close to me, my body lights up like a Christmas tree.
The desire I have for him isn’t even manageable anymore.
I’m fucking pathetically needy right now.
I don’t know if he’s been purposefully dodging all my advances or if he’s just really dense, but I’ve been hinting at us doing more stuff together every single day.
He hasn’t even shown the first sign of being interested in repeating what we’ve already done or taking things any farther.
What does a guy have to do? Whip out his dick?
Come to think of it…
I reach down, popping the button of my pants open before tugging at my zipper until it finally gives.
I shove my hands in my pants, stroking myself a few times.
The relief is instant, causing a quiet sigh to escape my lungs.
Roman’s hands tug at the edge of my clothes until I lift up enough that he can push them down.
The cool air sends a chill down my body, covering my flesh in goosebumps.
Those might be from Roman skimming his fingers along my body too, though. I’m not entirely sure.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Show me how you make yourself feel good.” He whispers against my neck.
I’m strung so tight that my spine instantly starts to tingle. I’m way to close to finishing when all I’ve done is give myself a couple strokes. This is the kind of shit he does to me. It’s embarrassing.
I’m in his fucking lap, so I can feel him all around me. My body pressed tight against his. His breath and lips dusting across my flesh. His smell is seeping into my clothes, and his heartbeat is pounding against my back. It’s not enough though. I need him closer.
“Roman…” I beg as I move faster.
“What do you need, pretty boy?”
“Touch me. Please.”
His hands are there instantly, pulling up my shirt and touching every part of me he can reach. My chest, my thighs, my neck, the fucking blood pumping in my veins. It’s intoxicating, and he has my head spinning. He’s everywhere but nowhere at the same time.
“It’s not enough,” I whine as I squirm in his lap trying to grind against him.
He wraps his hand around mine, not touching my dick in any way, but forcing my grip tighter.
I gasp out a moan as his hand leads every movement.
He relaxes ever so slightly at the base and squeezes a little tighter every time he reaches the tip.
It feels a lot like a suction, which just makes me imagine him blowing me.
Him on his knees staring up at me, only pulling away long enough to whisper filthy words to me.
“Fuck… Roman.“ I pant out. “I’m gonna come.”
He pulls my head against his chest, his lips against my skin. “You’re doing so good, pretty boy. Come for me.”
Then he sinks his teeth into my throat. My back arches off of him, but I can’t pull away. The burn is overwhelming, stealing my breath as cum shoots across my stomach and coats both of our hands. I’m still stroking through the aftershock when he shoves against my back, forcing me to my feet.
“Lay down,” he demands.
I look around the room in utter confusion, trying to figure out what he means. “What? On the floor?”
“Yes,” he agrees boredly as he unbuttons his pants.
I awkwardly squat down, trying to get to the floor without falling over.
Doing this with your pants halfway down your legs is way harder than it sounds.
He pulls his dick out, and it’s fucking angry.
The tip is taut and red. Precum has leaked in his boxers and is smeared all over the head.
He drops to his knees, nearly sitting on my thighs but not quite.
He uses the cum left on his hand to coat his dick before he grips it at the base and starts jerking off.
“For real?“ I groan. “You were supposed to fuck me.”
“You think I’m gonna fuck you after you were blatantly staring at Devlin’s dick?” He replies with a scoff. “Not a fucking chance.”
“So, what? This is a punishment?” It sure as fuck feels like one, and I don’t like it. At all.
“I’ll punish you as many times as you need. Until you fucking understand.”