Roman groaned in pleasure and held still. He had his hand on Kailyn's hip and gave it a squeeze. She had her back against his chest. A position she used to think was good. Now it was one of the few she could stand because she didn't have to look at him.
It wasn't hard to figure out he had been with his sidepiece last night. Whenever he had been with her, he didn't care about Kailyn's pleasure next morning. He just took what he wanted in his own power trip. Strangely she preferred it that way. She hated when he had a random hookup. Then he wanted more. He would usually move his hand in between her legs, play with her clit, and force her to cum that way. She always felt like her body betrayed her on those occasions.
He let go of her hip and rolled out of bed. She heard him grab some clothes and then he disappeared into the master bathroom. She left the bed too, grabbed some clothes, and went to the guest bathroom. She couldn't even remember the last time they showered together. It was all about what he wanted. She was just there like a trophy.
She turned on the water, stepped under it, and closed her eyes. Drew from last night entered her mind. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and he had been so sweet. She was pulled out of her daydream when she heard the door open. Roman stuck his head inside and stared at the shower curtain.
"I'm gonna visit the twins. They invited me over to play football and chill. They're having a barbeque tonight. I told them you'd come. Stop by around 5 PM," he said.
"Okay. Have fun," she said.
"I'll see you tonight," he said.
The door closed again and she let out a loud sigh. She turned off the water and dried herself. She took off her wedding ring and placed it on the sink. She would put it on before going to the barbeque but right now she didn't want to see it. She dressed in a knee-long, crepe pink dress and left the house. She needed to treat herself good. It was her day off and she craved a big cup of cappuccino.
It was a lovely day so she decided to walk downtown. She entered her favorite coffee shop and ordered. As she stood waiting for her order, she suddenly paid attention to the radio. That same song from last night was playing.
"We must never be apart."
She hummed lowly along with the line. When it was repeated the second time, she heard a man behind her sing it as if he was singing to her. She turned around and was surprised to find Drew there.
"I swear I'm not a stalker," he said.
She broke out in a smile and giggled.
"They serve the best cappuccinos here," she said.
"The fucking best," he agreed. "Care to go for a walk with me?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," she said.
Her cappuccino was served and she waited for him to order and get one as well. They picked up their coffees and walked outside. They slowly walked through the streets while talking. It was like no one else was around. It was just the two of them in the world.
"So tell me about this open marriage," he said.
"There's not much to tell. Roman wanted it and so it happened," she said.
"He wanted it?" He furrowed his brows. "What do you want?"
"That doesn't matter," she said.
He was shocked to hear her say that. Of course it mattered. An open marriage only worked if both people in it wanted it.
"This is insane," he shook his head. "This is not alright."
"It's okay. I'm not angry. In a way it's better that he gets his needs taken care of. He's more happy that way," she said.
"At least tell me he uses protection so he doesn't bring anything home to you," he said.
"I wouldn't know. He doesn't tell me anything," she said.
"What the fuck?" His eyes widened. "When people have open relationships, they set some ground rules. The most important thing is to be open about everything you do to make sure there's no jealousy or lies between you. What he's doing is wrong."
She shrugged and emptied her coffee. It didn't matter much to her. She didn't want to hear about the women Roman was fucking.
"He always uses protection with me. I'm happy that he does. He never cleans up after a night out, and the thought of having some other woman's juices inside me would hurt even more. At least she's inside the condom, and I get to go outside it," she said.
"Jesus fucking christ," he said. "You're not happy."
"Of course I'm not happy, Drew, but it doesn't fucking matter. Our families are too close. We grew up together. We were expected to date and marry, and so we did. And I wanted to back then. I used to love him. I really did. Things just didn't turn out the way I hoped for," she said.
He took her hand and pulled her across the street. She hadn't even noticed they had walked in the direction of his home. He unlocked the door and she walked inside with him. She knew he wouldn't do anything to her. He had already proven that last night.
"Why don't you divorce him?" He asked.
"It's not good for his image. Our fathers own a business together. He's gonna take over one day. Everyone there knows I'm his wife and the daughter of one of the owners. Everyone knows our history. It won't look good," she said.
"All I hear are his reasons. What are your reasons?" He asked.
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She didn't have a good reason. She didn't have a reason at all.
"My parents," she said lowly.
"So you're gonna stay in this marriage until they're gone? You're gonna waste most of your life like that. One day you're gonna wake up and be fucking miserable," he said.
"I already am miserable," she said.
He sighed and looked at her in a way no man had ever looked at her before. She felt that same feeling from last night. She felt oddly safe. She was longing for more of this man.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Don't say that," he said. "What do you want right now in this moment? You can be as selfish as you want. If you could have anything in the world, what would you choose right now?"
She didn't know what devil took over but she couldn't keep it down.
"As selfish as I want?" She smirked. "I wanna feel your tongue."
He smirked back at her and moved closer.
"Where do you wanna feel it?" He asked.
"You know," she said.
"No, I don't think I do," he grinned. "Tell me."
She gave him a look of playful annoyance.
"Will you eat my pussy already?" She asked.
"With pleasure," he said.
She was surprised when she found herself on the floor two seconds later. He had moved so swiftly and gotten her down without hurting her. Apparently he couldn't wait another second and get her into his bed. He had to have her right this second on the floor in the hallway.
He pushed her dress up to her waist, pushed her thong aside and went all in with his tongue. She let out a loud moan that she felt she had been holding back for years. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it while grinding her crotch against his tongue. He didn't slow down. He pushed two fingers inside her to give her extra pleasure and kept going until she finally broke and cried out.
He moved up her body and kissed her. She was expecting him to keep going but he lied down next to her and pushed his arm under her head. She stared up in the ceiling for a couple of seconds while she took in what had just happened. She turned her head to look at him and was met by his warm smile.
"That's it?" She asked.
"Was that not good enough?" He pouted.
"No, it was great. It was fucking perfect. I just assumed we were going to have sex," she said.
"You said you wanted my tongue so I delivered," he said. "I'll happily fuck you too if that's what you want."
"I do," she said. "Oh heavens, Drew, I want you to fuck me so good that I can still feel it tomorrow."
He stood up and pulled her up from the floor. Like the night before, he kissed her and walked her backwards into the bedroom. This time the bed was a welcomed place. She didn't want it to stop. They undressed each other while letting their hands explore each other's bodies. They worked each other up until she felt like she was at her breaking point.
"Please, fuck me!" She panted.
He got out of bed, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom. She watched as he rolled it on. He got back in bed, kissed her again, and entered her in one quick move. She tilted her head back in a moan, feeling everything he gave her. He kept thrusting, making sure she got to feel everything by pulling out as much as he could before pushing all the way back in. Again and again. For minutes until she finally cried out. He continued through her orgasm and didn't want to stop just yet. Instead he rolled them around so that she was on top.
She sat up and rolled her hips the best way she could. She upped the pace little by little until she bounced away on him like she used to with Roman in their younger days. He held on to her hips, feeling her movements, pushing up from underneath to meet her with every thrust. They tumbled over the edge seconds apart. Her cumming triggered his own undoing.
She collapsed down on his chest and felt it rise up and down. His fingers ran up and down her back, stroking her gently. She had forgotten how good sex could be when both people involved wanted it. And to be fair, Roman had never been this good.
"You're the fucking king of the mountain," she said.
He started laughing. She raised her head to watch him. He looked so cute when he laughed like that. He finally stopped and smiled at her.
"I take it that was your weird way of telling me I'm way better than your husband," he said.
She bit her lip and nodded. He raised his head enough to kiss her. A soft, gentle kiss.
"Do you have any plans for today?" He asked.
"Not anymore," she said.
His smile dropped and he sighed.
"I need you to be completely honest with me. I don't usually sleep with married women but I can't stop myself around you. If we're gonna do this, I need you to tell me what's going on and what you're thinking. I might be a dirty secret but you can't keep me in the dark," he said.
She nodded, smiled, and leaned down to kiss him. She understood that. Honesty was something she craved too but she never got it anymore.
"I'm supposed to go to a barbeque tonight," she said.
"Can I come?" He asked.
"Hosted my Roman's cousins," she said.
"And Roman is your husband," he chuckled. "I probably shouldn't come then."
"I don't wanna go. I was told this morning to be there. I wasn't asked. I didn't even know about it until he told me to be there," she said.
"What will happen if you don't go?" He asked.
His concerned look said it all. He feared for what Roman might do.
"Don't think like that," she said.
"I can't help it," he said.
"He's not violent," she said. "He'll ask questions, tell me some choice words, and then probably ignore me for a day or two."
"That's still abuse," he said.
"I prefer when he ignores me," she said.
He tightened his arms around her and rolled them both over on their sides. She smiled at him and her smile rubbed off. He couldn't help but smile back.
"Do you wanna spend the day with me?" He asked.
"That depends," she bit her lip. "Will there be more of this incredible sex?"
"All the sex you want," he laughed. "But I think we need some lunch by now. Should we make some toasts or sandwiches?"
"I'd love a toast right about now," she said.
He grinned and leaned in to peck her lips.
"Let's make toasts," he said. "Come on, gorgeous. We need to work up some appetite."