A scream tears out of my throat as he pounds into me so hard and deep that my core instantly cramps up and squeezes him just as ruthlessly.
His moan is pure ecstasy as he pumps his cock in and out, balls slapping my clit and making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m already close to coming again when he abruptly stops and pulls out.
I’m so dazed that I don’t protest when he flips me over and positions himself over me with my legs hooked over his shoulders. For a lucid second I notice movement at the end of the room.
Oh my God.The entire squad is gawking at us. All of their eyes are wide and shocked except John. I’ve never seen his face so contorted and red.
“Eyes on me, baby. The boys can watch, can’t they?” Roman murmurs over my lips, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s so fucking hot or because it turns me on that they’re watching, but I don’t decline. I moan into his deep kiss, and our tongues chase one another as he slowly seats his dick back inside me.
This position allows him to fill me to the absolute brim. It feels so fucking good, even though it also feels like he’s rearranging my insides. The pace is brutal, and knowing that the other guys are watching makes everything feel ten times more extreme. The high that runs through my bloodstream is unlike anything I’ve experienced.
Roman’s thrusts get rougher, and the veins in his neck protrude more as he kisses me again, moaning into each one as I do until I’m trembling with another orgasm and squirting for the second time of my life.
“Oh fuck, she just came on his dick,” Bensen says, sounding like he’s fully immersed in watching us. I don’t care. The only thing I care about right now is that Roman pumps his cock deeper into me a few more times before he stills completely, throwing his head back and moaning his pleasure.
His dick throbs inside me, filling me up with so much come it feels like I’m going to burst. He presses kisses to my forehead as he remains where he is, his cock pulsing a few more times before going still.
Roman’s sigh is filled with relief. He stares down at me with hooded eyes and grins like an absolute menace. “That was fucking crazy.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, it was.”
“Jesus Christ, that was…?inspiring.” Taylor laughs, but his tone is dead serious.
My cheeks warm at their awe-filled eyes and flushed faces, but I’m so tired that I don’t care what they saw. They literally kill people all the time, and I’m still trying to process that. Their opinion of me means nothing.
“Can we start calling her Squirt too?” Gale cracks a wry grin and winks at me.
My lips part, and I can’t help but laugh.
“All right, guys, get the fuck out. You had your show,” Roman barks, and they grumble a little before heading out. John stares a second longer before furrowing his brows and leaving.
Roman spares another look at me before he withdraws and stands at the bedside.
I’m an aching mess and struggle to even sit up with my arms still tied. He offers a small smile and helps me up. “Shower?” he proposes as he unbinds my wrists.
“Together?” I ask with a shocked tone.
He shrugs. “Saves water.”
I’m not buying the ?nice-guy act, but I nod.
The hot water feels amazing, and with the lights on, it’s impossible not to let my eyes scour over his body. He puts a dab of shampoo on his palm and lifts a brow at me like he might?—
My brows shoot up as Roman starts washing my hair for me. I stare at his face. He’s so close and so focused on the task at hand. He senses my eyes and glances down at me. I flinch but don’t look away.
I’ve never met anyone so dangerous with such tender hands.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, letting his gaze move back to my hair.
“Can you tell me about them?”
“About who?”
I lift my hand and delicately brush my finger over the jagged scar that runs across his forehead. “How can someone as gentle as you have such gruesome scars? How did you end up becoming an underground soldier?”
His hands stop moving at the nape of my neck and his grip tightens there, making me uncomfortable, but I know he won’t hurt me. No matter how much he wants me to believe that he will.
“I’ve never once been described as gentle, Briar.” He has such a broken, empty expression as he peers down into my soul that it shatters my heart.
