Mummies and their Badboys
He worked me until I came on his hand with a broken, bitten-off moan, then freed himself, rolled on a condom, and thrust into me in one deep stroke.
This time we were quieter. Aware. Every creak of the table felt too loud. Roman fucked me with controlled, powerful strokes, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. I came again with my eyes open, watching the fire-exit door over his shoulder. He followed a minute later, forehead pressed to mine, a low sound caught behind his teeth.
We dressed quickly. Roman disposed of the condom. I wiped the table. The fire-exit door remained unlocked. We waited in the dark near the restricted-section entrance with a clear sigh