It never ceased to amaze Roman just how loud Tiffany could moan when he fucked her which he was currently in the process of doing. He had her up against the wall with her legs wrapped tightly around him and she moaned like a slut which in the end really was all she was. Nothing but a slut. They both knew it. There he was, fucking the living daylight out of his best friend's girlfriend, so he was just as big as a slut as she was. They were both guilty.
"Oh god, Roman," she moaned.
He had heard those words many times before and it was always his cue to speed up and push her over the edge. She was damn close and he had her crying out in ecstasy 30 seconds later, moans that drowned out his own loud noises as he came along with her.
For a few seconds he stood still with her still leaned up against the wall, catching his breath as the guilt set in as it always did right after. He took a deep breath and put her down on her feet, turning his back against her as he went to put on his boxers again. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her with regret in his eyes and as always she just smiled like it was no big deal.
"Don't feel bad about it," she said.
"He's my best friend," he sighed.
"And my boyfriend. Don't worry, he'll never find out unless you tell him and you're not gonna do that, are you?" She moved over to stand between his legs.
He reached around her to pull her close, placed a kiss on her stomach before leaning his head to rest on it.
"No," he said.
"Good, neither am I," she said.
She pulled his head back out, tipping it back with a hand under his chin, smirking at him before bowing down to kiss him ravenously. And just like that with one kiss she took away the guilt again, making him want her even more. He squeezed her ass as he growled low in his throat and just as the thought of pulling her down on the bed and ravishing her reached him, she pulled away and left him feeling cold and guilty all over again. He watched as she quickly got back in her clothes. She blew him a finger kiss and then she disappeared.
"Where were you?" Dean asked when she entered their hotel room.
He didn't even look up from the cartoon he was currently watching on tv.
"I just went for a walk. The weather is nice and warm tonight," she answered.
"You should have asked me to come along," he said.
"We both know you're tired so you deserve to relax a bit," she said.
"Yeah, you're right," he patted the bed next to him as he finally looked at her. "Come here, buttercup."
She smiled as she joined him on the bed. The cartoon no longer had his attention as he leaned over her to capture her lips, lowering her down on her back on the bed.
"I've relaxed enough," he breathed into her ear. "I'm ready for a workout."
"A dirty workout," she giggled.
"The dirtiest," he agreed. "I'm gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow."