Roman’s hand twines around the back of my neck, and I suck a mark onto his shoulder as I stroke him again, tightening my hold on his cock. This time though, I don’t stop. When his gaze meets mine, I nod, then squeeze harder, my wrist aching with how fast it’s moving.
And as he sucks in a breath and whines, I let him come. His orgasm is loud and strong, his body sagging against mine when it’s over. My lips pull from his skin, and I see the mark I left there before checking out the camera. It’s still filming, capturing it all.
Roman is barely moving, his arms shaking as he tries to keep himself upright, while I reach over and turn the video off. He’s listless and fucked out, and I know in that moment, I’m not ready to let him go. This obviously doesn’t mean anything, but I’m too drunk not to give in to that feeling.
I move to where he can see me and tell himsleep.
He glowers at me, so I try to kiss it away, pulling him into me, but he rears back and shakes his head, signing, ‘No.’
I shrug. That’s fine. We don’t have to kiss again. I lead him to my bedroom instead.
He stares at the bed, his body drooping slightly.
‘Sleep.’ I point to the bed and then kick off my pants and boxers, sliding in naked. He stares at me and then does the same, taking his pants and boxers off and crawling in next to me. It’s a queen-size bed, so our bodies brush against each other, but neither of us does more than the occasional graze.
Instead, I close my eyes and hope that tomorrow when I wake up, I won’t regret what I did.
CHAPTER TWO
DEX
I definitely don’t regretwhat Rome and I did, but obviously, he does. He smashed his way out of my apartment the morning after being caught by Leaf and hasn’t looked my way since.
Not that I care.
Really. Not even a little bit.
Never mind he’s all I’ve thought about since that night. Never mind I wake up hard and frotting against my mattress at the memory of the way it felt when he touched me. Never mind he’s fucking here in the gym right now, very clearly avoiding me.
Meh.Whatever. I’m over him. I had my bisexual awakening, and now I can go find another hotter, nicer guy. And maybe I’ll parade him around in front of Rome and show him what he’s missing.
But I meant what I said. Idon’tcare.
My hand flexes on the dumbbell a little too hard, and my hand cramps. Damnit.
I can see him just on the other side of the gym, the muscles of his arms straining, his skin glistening with sweat.
Fuck, why can’t I get him out of my head? The way he felt around me, the sounds he made, those eyes peering up at me? I wanted to ask him what he was thinking before he stormed out of my apartment the morning after our night together, but I couldn’t. I can’t communicate in his language well enough yet, and it didn’t seem fair to make him speak or write everything down.
Part of me wishes I could fast-forward a few years to when my skills are at least conversational and I’m able to understand him at Deaf speed, but hell, I’m not even sure it would matter if I were fluent. He won’t even turn my way.
His back is facing me right now, his eyes looking everywhere but at me.
Still, I know he can’t forget, even if he wanted to.
He has the video of what we did. The video of my cock buried deep in the back of his throat.
The moment he begged me to record on his phone so he could keep it.
I wonder if he rewatches it while jerking off to thoughts of me.
My cock starts to perk up in my pants, and I sigh. This is not the time for my dick to get hard in public for another man, but then again, when is a good time for that?
Rome has awakened something in me, and fuck, I want more.
I set the dumbbell down and bend over to grab a heavier one. Maybe the burn in my muscles will travel down to my dick, and the semi I’m sporting right now will disappear. I have to try something, or I’m going to get in trouble for indecentexposure. I’m wearing baggy shorts with Lycra underneath, but it won’t hide much.
My eyes flick over to Rome again, and oh shit, he’s staring back at me. He looks away quickly, but his cheeks are flushed red, visible in the mirror. Biting back a smile because I know that will only irritate him more, I flex my abs at him. I’m not close enough to hear, but the expression on his face tells me he’s probably making that little growling noise he does when he’s turned on and irritated.
