Page 41 of Necessary Roughness

Roman

By now, I knew when my roommates were having sex. It was impossible not to know, considering they finished their pitcher of margaritas and then giggled their way into Sloane’s room as a group, closing the door behind them.

I usually put headphones on to drown it out. Like I’ve said: I’m not a creeper, especially in my own goddamn house. If the tables were turned, I would’ve wanted them to do the same thing.

But sometimes I couldn’t help but listen.

Tonight was one of those nights. I removed my headphones and went to the kitchen to get another drink. I was still in a bad mood after the meeting with Zane, and our game wasn’t until Saturday, which meant tonight I could get well and truly drunk.

I poured a glass of tequila, but before I could drink it, I heard them. More specifically, I heard Sloane.

“It’s in my ass.”

The words were clear and unmistakable, and they stopped me in my tracks the way a gunshot would have.

They’re having anal sex.

I didn’t know why it was my kink. A psychologist would probably spend an hour analyzing my past relationships, or the forbidden nature of the act, or a thousand other reasons.

I didn’t care. When I opened my laptop and watched porn, more often than not I chose a video where a woman was getting fucked in the ass. That’s what turned me on the most.

I downed the tequila in one long pull, then allowed my feet to carry me to the hallway. The sounds of their sex grew louder, more clear. I could hear the bed rocking, the metal frame squeaking against the screws. I also heard moans, and sighs, and more dirty talk.

I must have stood there longer than I realized, because suddenly I heard my name: “You listening, Roman?”

Shame and disgust hit me like a strong wind coming off the Gulf. I had the urgent desire to flee, but knew they would hear my footsteps on the wooden floorboards, no matter how quiet I tried to be.

“Sorry if we’re making too much noise while Logan fucks me in the ass,” came Sloane’s voice. “If it’s too loud, you can put on some headphones. Or come watch.”

She must have been joking. This was some sick joke. But my cock was throbbing painfully in my sweatpants, making it difficult to think.

What if she wasn’t joking?

“Door’s unlocked,” she said sweetly. Genuinely.

The last of my hesitation fell away, or the tequila was finally hitting my bloodstream, because my hand reached out and opened the door.

And there they were.

I’d seen Sloane and Logan have sex before, but not like this. She was riding him, squatting like a baseball catcher. She had the most beautiful little tuft of blonde hair above her pussy, and her full breasts rocked hypnotically as she moved with erotic intent.

I don’t remember what else was said, if anything. I moved to Sloane’s desk chair next to the bed and sat down. Knox nodded at me, a kind of understanding passing between us. Like he was trying to tell me, “See? This is what you’ve been missing.”

I gripped my cock in a fist, surrendering to the delightful pleasure of my own touch as I drank in the sight of the three of them.

Watching Sloane ride him, taking all six inches of Logan’s cock deep into her ass, was better than any porn.

I barely even noticed Knox on the other side, guiding Sloane’s head back and forth on his cock.

It surprised me how comfortable I was, how normal this felt. Maybe that was because I’d already heard them all have sex more times than I could count. Logan and Knox were my teammates, my brothers, and I trusted them more than I trusted my own family.

But it mostly had to do with Sloane. For whatever reason, I was comfortable with her.

I’d grown accustomed to her presence in our house, in our lives.

I rarely let people in, emotionally, yet she now occupied a permanent part of my brain.

She’d been sitting there since she moved in, always right on the edge of my consciousness, like the lyrics to a catchy new song I loved.

She twisted away from giving Knox a blowjob and looked me dead in the eyes. “Enjoying the show.”

“You have no idea.”

“You’re welcome to join,” she purred, slamming her hips down onto Logan. Hard, desperate strokes.

I let out a groan. “I’m having fun watching.”

“Riding the bench is great,” Logan said in a voice tight with concentration. “But there’s nothing like stepping up to the line for a play.”

I stroked myself faster, and faster. I was already close. That’s how good the show was before me.

“I’d love it if you came on me,” she said, eyes heavy with lust. She batted her eyelashes in my direction.

“On you?” I croaked. I was almost there. “Where?”

“Wherever you want.” Then she tossed her head back, yellow hair floating for a moment, and let out the most delicious moan. Logan took over for her, holding her hips with the intensity he usually reserved for a football, thrusting up into her waiting ass.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “You still want me to come in your ass?”

“Oh God ,” she sighed, “yes, come in my ass, I want you to fill my ass.”

That was it. That was the moment I surrendered to whatever had been holding me back, and became a participant rather than an observer.

I rose from the chair and knelt on the bed, not caring that my knee was brushing against Logan’s leg.

I was fixated on the beautiful orbs of Sloane’s ass, perfect pale skin that I desperately wanted to paint with my come.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my tip against her skin, delighting in even that small amount of contact. “I’m going to come all over your ass.”

The words surprised and thrilled me at the same time.

“Come all over me,” she said, twisting to look over her shoulder. “ Please .”

“I’m close too,” Knox hissed.

Accepting that I was fully a part of this, I put a hand on her shoulder and stroked myself to completion.

She arched her back and clenched her eyes shut, rubbing her clit between her legs, and I absolutely came to pieces.

The most intense climax of my life gripped my balls, shuddering up out of my shaft, the first milky-white rope landing on Sloane’s lower back.

She gasped in delight, and then Knox was reaching his own finish, so I grabbed a handful of Sloane’s silky blonde hair and pushed her toward his cock.

She let out a perfect moan of ecstasy as my teammate began coming in her mouth. I pushed harder, demanding she take more of it, which drew louder and more intense cries from her. Logan’s eyes clenched shut and his entire body shook , rattling the bed in its frame.

And then I was the one roaring, screaming in ecstasy as my cock shuddered in my hand, glazing every inch of her perfect ass.

My fingers ached by the time we all drew silent, save for the soft puffs of our breathing.

I let go of her hair, running my palm down the back of her neck, across her shoulder blade, down to her hip.

It felt backwards to only now be exploring her body after blowing my load all over her, but I didn’t care. Not really.

“Good thing we don’t have another roommate,” Sloane purred over her shoulder at me. “Because you made enough noise to wake up anyone else living here.”

“Probably the neighbors, too,” Knox said, resting back on his haunches.

“Fuck. Sorry. I… I didn’t…”

With Logan’s cock still in her ass, Sloane leaned back and twisted just enough to bring her lips to mine. She cradled my cheek lovingly, the kiss tender and accepting.

“I wasn’t complaining. I liked how hard you came.” She glanced down at her lower back, where my seed was beginning to slide down between her ass cheeks. “Next time, you’ll get to come inside me. I mean, if you’re interested in using me the way these two have been.”

With a clarity that cut through the tequila, I immediately replied, “Fuck. Yes.”