Roman’s mouth twists as he thinks. It’s both cute and adorable. “Truthfully, I just didn’t want to be the loser brother. The one whose girlfriend left him for someone more fun and younger.”
I nod. “I get that, but what do you want to accomplish when this is done?”
Roman exhales and shakes his head. “I honestly don’t know.”
“And that’s okay. But having a goal…it’s focus.”
A pause lingers between us, then Roman turns. “I am going to get ready, and then you can.”
“Yup, go ahead.”
I exhale, watching his ass as he walks into the shower.
The man has no right to be that fine. I almost want to take a picture and send it to my yoga teacher/friend to see.
I slap my face and drop to my side on the cloud of pillows. “Don’t fall for the client, Noelle. Don’t fall for the client.”
ROMAN
Here is the truth: I didn’t care that my mom came in and saw us. When Noelle’s lips pressed against mine, it felt like mywet dream come to life. Now I’m standing under the shower, stroking my cock, imagining her kneeling in front of me.
The things her mouth does to me, the plans I have for it. I want her eyes on me as I hold her head and sink slowly into her mouth and down her throat.
I want her eyes to water, her nails digging into my thighs.
“Shit,” I mutter, squeezing myself harder with a need to cum.
The gagging sound she will make as I hold her close.
“Fuck.” I stroke harder and faster. My back tightens.
How would it feel if I let her ride me? If I let her take control, and just when she thinks she has me, I take over, pounding into that soft pussy. I wonder how she would feel when she cums.
I growl, my back arches, and my cock jerks. Cum shoots out against the shower tiles.
“Hey, are you okay in there?” Noelle asks.
I press the heel of my hand into the socket of my eye. The other presses onto the tile.
Did I cum so hard that my vision blurred? What the hell? I blink, clearing my eyes.
“Roman?”
I should answer.
“I am good,” I reply.
“Oh…okay,” she mutters.
I have become a sex-crazed man. This is not my normal behavior. I need more control. I never succumb to my carnal desires. I should have taken care of this before I left. God forbid I become feral.
After a quick rinse, I jump out of the shower and dry off my body. I throw one towel over my head, and the other is wrapped around my waist.
I stroll out of the bathroom and enter my closet. “You can go ahead.” I don’t bother to look at her as I close the closet door behind me.
The sound of Noelle shuffling and the door closing tells me she is in the bathroom.
What is my goal? That question bugged me. Because she was right. I am not normally impulsive, but it hurt seeing my ex in the arms of another.
