Page 131 of Twisted Little Game

Raw, rough, and needy as ever, but no longer questioning anything between us.

He’s all in.

“Confessional!” Noah’s voice floats over from down the upstairs hallway, right as Roman starts to push his cockhead past my lips. “Let’s go, boys! Everyone downstairs.”

Roman doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t even fucking pause.

He pushes into me further, getting past my throat. I’m getting good at this. Training my body to be able to take him makes me feel like I’m winning a game. It feels better and better, every time he stretches me open.

Noah bangs on Roman’s door. “You coming, Rome?”

Roman groans softly as he pulls a little bit out of my throat, then shoves back in. “I will be there,” he shouts toward the door. “Go away.”

I hear Noah’s faint laughter from the other side of the door. “The fuck are you doing in there?”

“Necessary things.”

The way Roman says it makes my cock throb under my pants.

“K. Five minutes, then I’m going to bother you again.”

“Fuck, Tate,” Roman utters, cupping each side of my head with his hands as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. “You are my favorite thing. My favorite…”

I plunge as low as I can, reaching one hand up to cradle his balls in my palm. When I slide off to take a long breath, I look up at him, nodding.

“I wouldn’t fucking stop if Noah walked in that door. Wouldn’t stop if the whole house walked in. I would take your cock in front of this whole fucking school, and I’d be proud to have them see I was yours. Give me your cum, so I can go downstairs knowing I have part of you still inside me.”

He groans loudly this time as he pushes back onto my tongue. “God, you are so fucking good for me. Going to come fast, baby.”

I’ve never wanted anyone this much.

I go faster, upping the pace as he starts to breathe more deeply, and I increase my speed until I know he’s about to lose control.

His hands start to grip harder in my hair and I take him deep another time, letting go of my need for air so that I can give him everything.

A rush of adrenaline surges through me as I feel his cock pulse inside my mouth, over and over, filling my mouth as he comes, gripping the sides of my head.

When he slides out of me, he still seems fevered.

Hungry.

Almost like he’s in a frenzy even though he already came. I take a break for air, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand, and then Roman takes both of my hands and pulls me up until I’m standing, pressing tiny kisses all over my face.

He moves lower, and he’s still kissing me.

Sucking slow against my neck, and biting down.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I utter.

I’m still achingly hard, my cock neglected under my pants.

“You want them to see who you belong to?” Roman murmurs against my neck. “Then they will see.”

He sucks harder in another spot and I can’t help but rut my hips up against his leg, grinding against him like I’m a needy animal.

“I have to come,” I whisper.