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“You were perfect,” I purred back at him. “I like having my ass slapped.”
“I could tell.Fuck.” Logan twisted my head around and kissed me, then planted a hand on the back of the couch and pushed himself into an upright position.
“Wait!” I said, reaching back and grabbing his arm. “Stay with me. Just for a few more moments.”
“Whatever you want,” he said, running his palms down my back until he was squeezing my ass with both hands. “I’ll stay right here and admire this view until dinner, if you want.”
“How about until breakfast?” I countered.
“Mmm. Tempting. Not sure how our roommates would feel about it, though.”
Both of us flinched as a figure stepped out of the hallway in front of us. With a scowl, Roman said, “I can tell you how one of them feels about it.”
34
Roman
It was a rare day when I had the house to myself. I loved the quiet without Logan or Knox. It helped me think. Not that I wasannoyedby either of my roommates. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
I still enjoyed the rare bits of privacy.
They weren’t my only roommates, though. Sloane was now living with us. And despite how different it was living with a woman, she fit in just fine. I didn’t mind her presence at all.
Until I heard her and Logan come home early.
I got up from the chair in my bedroom, intending to see why they were home early like I was, but I stopped before going into the hallway. They were talking about chicken sandwiches, but their tone suggested something else.
“I don’t plan on kissing you,” Logan said. “At least, not on the mouth.”
My eyes widened as I listened to them begin to have sex out in the living room. I should have interrupted them. I should have made my presence known, since they clearly thought they had the entire house to themselves. I wasn’t a fucking creep,and I didn’t slink around like one, eavesdropping on my friends. Especially in my own goddamn house.
But something stopped me from voicing my presence. I’d heard them have sex through the wall plenty of times by now, but this was different. While I stood in my bedroom doorway, their noises weren’t muffled by doors or walls. It was so much clearer.
I leaned farther out into the hallway, giving me a sliver of a view into the living room. I could see the couch and her upper body, hands planted on the cushions and back arched thanks to Logan’s fist in her hair.
Fuck.
Sloane’s breasts rocked back and forth as he fucked her from behind, skin slapping softly against skin. And then came the louder smack of a palm. He was spanking her.
Fuuuuuck.
I knew I should have confronted them or retreated quietly into my room, but I couldn’t stop watching. I was completely entranced by the sight of this beautiful woman being fucked hard and fast and rough. Vulgar thoughts bombarded me. I wondered how tight her pussy was. I imagined how those swaying breasts would feel in my palm, how hard her nipples would be if I gave them a little pinch.
What her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.
I was as hard as diamond, so hard it was almostpainful. I realized in that moment I wanted to join them, to tear my shorts off and shove my cock into her waiting lips, to share her the way Logan and Knox had done so many times already. I wanted to come down her throat, or on her tits, or all over that pretty face as she grinned up at me through her long eyelashes.
The two of them came together in a symphony of gasps and cries, Sloane’s entire body going tight like a wire, fingers digging into the cushions of the couch. And as soon as it ended, my lust was replaced with shame at being a voyeur.
“Not sure how our roommates would feel about it, though,” Logan said, which gave me the opportunity I needed.
I walked forward until they could see me and said, “I can tell you how one of them feels about it.”
It was like someone had pulled the fire alarm. Sloane scrambled around the couch to cover herself, while Logan hastily grabbed the closest piece of clothing from the floor—a pair of panties—and tried to cover his junk. The panties were too small, and his dick was too long, so it had the hilarious effect of looking like a piece of cloth hung over a tent line.
“The fuck are you doing here!” Logan demanded.
“My class was canceled. Professor has the flu.”
