He groans, his pupils dilating.
I reach for the end table, pull open the drawer and take the lube. I offer it to him. He takes it and immediately pours it on me, smearing it in and adding a second finger. Then a third.
“Just fuck me already,” I beg. “Please.”
“I can’t wait to feel you around me,” he says as he removes his fingers. “I’ve thought about it so many times.”
He has?
That’s so hot.
I wiggle my ass at him, and he chuckles lowly, before lining up and pressing the head of his cock into me. We moan together as he slides in. Something about it just feels different. More intimate. I know for me it doesn’t feelthatdifferent, but I can tell we’re skin to skin. I can tell there is nothing between us.
Roman fucks me slowly, his hands running all over my body, kissing up and down my back, my shoulders, everywhere he can reach.
Roman’s breathing gets heavier, his hips moving faster.
“Give me your cum, Roman,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder and licking my bottom lip. His are parted, his eyes fogged over with lust. It’s pure bliss on his face, and I wish I could see that look on him every single day.
“I’m going to come,” he rasps out. “Right in your tight ass, Nico.”
I watch as he does, his eyes falling closed, muscles tensing. I feel the warmth of him filling my ass, his dick throbbing inside me. I’m so close, right on the edge, but I’m too focused on him to even think about myself.
After a moment, his eyes open and he looks down. He’s still buried inside me, still hard, but he slowly pulls out. His hand is there to catch the cum, and he spreads it over my ass, down my balls, and then wraps his cum-covered hand around my cock. A few tugs and I’m coming too, burying my head in the pillow to stifle my moan that is uncontrollably loud.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the neighbors heard that.
I fall to the bed, and he falls beside me, pulling me to him. We’re both sweaty, covered in cum—and laying in it, too.
“You need to change these sheets again.”
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss my head.
“Worth it.”
“I agree,” I say, nuzzling against him.
I refuse to think that there are only a few days left of this.
I won’t.
I can’t.
Chapter Twenty-One
Roman
After showering, Nico leaves to meet with his cousin so they can go over his schedule for tomorrow—interviews, photos, stuff like that.
The day after tomorrow is my final game.
The day after that is the closing ceremony.
Then we go home.
It’s a lot to think about, and I try not to because it makes my chest hurt.
I don’t want to leave him.
