His dick wasn’t softening though. He needed to go and take care of that.
“Homework,” Antonio said. “I want you to look at each other without your clothes on.”
“What?” Alex asked as Roman glared.
“Another point.”
“What the hell, Antonio?” Roman asked.
Another strike was put by his name, and then Marlo and Cash both put a point next to his name, but that wasn’t fair. The glare hadn’t stopped.
“Now I think you’re being unfair,” Alex said.
“You’re still glaring!”
“What do you expect?” Alex asked. “You’re asking us to get naked with each other!”
Antonio sighed and looked toward Marlo and Cash. “I should explain everything, shouldn’t I?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You are husband and wife. I was there to witness the tradition of the bloody sheets, yet we all know that you two have not slept together. I bet even strangers would put a bet on whether you guys have fucked or not. You’re going into enemy territory, keeping her injury a secret. You need to look like you’ve been so loved up, and you’re training for that. Staring at each other naked, that’s what couples do. You need to be comfortable with each other with your clothes fucking on, and you can’t even touch each other unless there is a distraction of music. We’re on a countdown. You’re married. Act like it.”
This time, Antonio was the first one to walk away.
Roman looked at Marlo and Cash, and they shrugged but followed Antonio out of the basement.
“Is it me, or did he sound … right?”
“He sounded right,” Roman said.
“I’m starting to hate this basement.”
“You and me both.” He couldn’t be naked in front of her, not with his hard dick. He had to take care of that first.
“I’m going to head upstairs,” Alex said.
“I’m coming.”
This was different from last night. They didn’t have to do their homework, but Antonio was right, like always. Why did he have to be right?
Closing the basement door, Roman tried not to look at her curvy ass, but with the way it swayed in front of his face, he wanted to grab her, to press his face against the lush curves. They made it into the bedroom, and as soon as he closed the door, he made his excuses and escaped into the bathroom.
Roman didn’t linger. He immediately removed his clothes, being careful as he lowered the zipper across his dick. The moment he was free, he released a sigh of relief and stepped into the shower.
The sudden cold blast of water was supposed to help calm his arousal, but his cock was still rock hard. He stayed under the water, waiting for it to heat up, and in the process, to cool the fire in his blood, but nothing helped.
Wrapping his fingers around his hard length, he groaned as in his mind, Alex flashed. Her beautiful smile that he’d seen on her face so much since she’d been here. Within seconds, he thought of her completely naked and pressed all against him. He imagined her whispering the sweet words, ordering him to fuck her, to take her.
Roman wanted to feel her body and touch her. In the last few weeks, that was all he’d been thinking about. To have her body pressed against his and to be free to touch her whenever he wanted, without fear of her being scared of his touch.
His balls started to tighten, and he felt the stirrings of his orgasm. It had been a long time since he’d taken care of matters with his own hand, but as he came, he gritted his teeth, trying to hide the grunt of his release.
Keeping his eyes closed, he allowed his sanity to return, and the moment it did, he finished washing his body, ran some shampoo through his hair, and then turned the water off before stepping out.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body.
One glance in the mirror, and he saw he looked a little flushed, but that could easily be explained by his shower.
He moved into the main room and saw Alex sitting on the edge of the bed.
Roman paused.