Page 42 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

We took turns cleaning ourselves up. Roman insisted on following me into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth, and wiping the evidence of his orgasm from my skin. Then he just sort of stood there awkwardly, like a bear who had found itself in a department store and didn’t know what to do.

“You can leave, now,” I said with a smile. “I have my own cleaning up to do.”

“Oh. Yeah. Um. Okay.”

I giggled to myself when he was gone. Now he was the one blushing, but I wasn’t going to tease him about it. I was too thrilled by everything we had just done.

I’m having sex with all three of my roommates.

It wasn’t really sex, if you wanted to get technical. He’d watched for most of it, then come on me while pushing my head down onto Knox’s dick. But my mind was already racing with new possibilities, new combinations that the four of us could explore.

“Easy, Sloane,” I told myself. “Let’s wait until we’re all sober. He might change his mind.”

I found them all in the living room. There was a new pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table, but I was still drunk from the multiple orgasms that had surged through my body only minutes ago.

“I made this batch,” Knox said. “They’re better than Logan’s.”

“What’s wrong with mine?” the tall wide receiver demanded.

“Too strong,” Knox and Roman replied in unison.

“Yeah, well… fuck you guys.” Logan flashed both middle fingers at his teammates.

Before I could pour myself a drink, Roman jumped up and did it for me. “Everything all right?” he asked, as if wondering if I’d regretted inviting him into our sex act.

“Better than all right.” I took a sip of the drink and smacked my lips. “Well. Tonight was a night of firsts.”

“What do you mean?” Knox asked slyly. “Typical Thursday night, if you ask me.”

I sank into the couch between him and Logan, while Roman returned to his recliner. “That,” I said, raising my eyebrow for emphasis, “was the first time I’ve ever been fucked in the ass.”

All three of them blinked in surprise.

“But you said—” Knox began.

“I’ve never had a chance to do it,” I explained. “I’ve used, um, toys before.” It felt weirdly vulgar to admit that out loud, which was ridiculous considering what we had all just done together.

“You never did it with your asshole ex?” Logan asked.

I grimaced. “I suggested it once. He laughed in my face. Said it was disgusting. Said anal sex was the kind of thing only porn stars and whores did.”

In the blink of an eye, Roman and Knox had jumped to their feet with fists clenched. Logan let out a deep, wolfish growl of anger.

“Relax,” I told them. “That was a long time ago. I feel so much more free with you than I ever did with him.”

They sat back down slowly, but Roman was still wearing an expression like he wanted to tackle something. The way they reacted made me feel warm and safe, though. Like they would protect me from anything, whether insult or injury.

“So that was your first time?” Logan asked. “I took your anal virginity?”

“Sure did,” I said, leaning against his shoulder. “I’m a little sore, but it was great.”

“We’ve been sleeping together since the semester began,” Knox observed. “Almost three months. If this is your biggest fantasy, why didn’t you bring it up until now?”

“I was afraid you’d react like my ex did,” I said simply.

Roman’s fist clenched on the arm of the recliner.

Knox twisted on the couch to face me. “Let me say this clearly. You can try anything with me, Sloane.”

“With us ,” Logan added.

“We’ll never judge you for it.”

“Unless it’s, like, super weird,” Logan said.

I turned toward him. “Super weird? Like what?”

“I had a girl two years ago who was into puppets,” he said.

Roman snorted. “Cecilia.”

“Cecilia,” Logan smirked. “She made sock puppets as a hobby, and wanted me to wear one on my hand while we had sex.”

“Did you do it?” I asked.

“What kind of question is that?” he demanded, face twisting with offense.

“Sorry, I—”

“Of course I did it.” His scowl was replaced by a goofy grin. “Weirdest sex I ever had.”

There was a pause, and then the four of us erupted into laughter.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” I said.

“I can vouch for the fact she had a collection of sock puppets,” Knox said with a grimace. “But I didn’t realize she liked them that much.”

“Point is, you don’t have to worry about sharing your fantasies with us,” Logan said.

“Thanks… I think?”

“I have another question,” Knox said slowly.

“Yes, she washed the puppets,” Logan said.

“Not that. Although that’s good to know.” Knox crossed one leg over the other, his foot brushing against my thigh. “Is Roman part of our sex agreement now?”

“Oh.” The change of subject from ridiculous to serious left me speechless. “I don’t know. I haven’t really, uh…”

Roman cleared his throat. “I don’t know, either. I’m still processing everything that happened. It was great, but going forward, I just don’t… I don’t know.”

“It’s all good!” Logan said, grabbing the pitcher and refilling everyone’s glass. “Let it simmer. See how it feels. No need to decide right this moment.”

“Good,” I said, “because there’s only one thing I want to do for the next 124 minutes. Watch Die Hard 2 .”

Logan almost dropped his drink. He jumped to his feet, staring down at me like I had made him angry.

“Don’t do that,” he warned. “Don’t get my hopes up about Die Hard 2 if you’re only joking.”

“Am I joking?” I wondered out loud while turning on the TV. “If I wasn’t serious, would I have the movie already rented and queued up on Amazon Prime?”

I pressed play, and the 20th Century Fox logo appeared on the screen.

“This is the best thing that’s happened to me today,” Logan said, kissing me on the forehead. “And I say that as someone who just came in your ass. I’m making popcorn!”

I glanced at Roman in the recliner, and he gave me a private little smirk before turning his attention to the movie. I’m glad we were waiting before deciding whether to include him in everything, taking a breather while we processed everything that had happened.

But deep down, I had already made my decision.

Now I just needed to wait until Roman made his.