WE'RE KEEPING YOU — Client!2hollis x Stripper!reader x Client!rommulas
client!2hollis x stripper!reader x client!rommulas one-shot
information: Hollis x Reader x Roman smut-shot. Reader is a stripper and 2 new customers come into the club and take her home. based off the song 'or nah remix'. this fic long asf so prepare. cw: Smut! like so much smut, a lot of dirty talk, face riding, oral (both rec), rough sex, squirting, threesome vibes, spitting in mouth, biting, masturbation, handjob (romllis), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, spanking. masterlist taglist
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Music pulsed through the club in heavy, rhythmic waves, bass vibrating beneath your heels as colored lights swept across the room in dizzying flashes of every color under the rainbow.
The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and sex. You stood at the center of the stage, moving slowly, deliberately, every roll of your hips practiced and precise.
Men watched from every shadowed corner, their eyes sharp and hungry in a way you had long ago grown used to. Their desire no longer unsettled you. It did in the beginning — back when you first started stripping. Back when you loved the attention.
In those early days, the weight of a stranger’s gaze had made your pulse race. The heat of their hands, the way their eyes devoured you, had made you feel powerful. You had held the control.
Now, as you spun around the pole and let your body slide down in one fluid motion, money fluttered at your feet like fallen leaves. You offered them a sultry look when your eyes met theirs, lips parting just enough to sell the fantasy. It was convincing. It was flawless.
You did not hate your job. It was still thrilling in its own way. But you hated how routine it had become — how predictable the hunger in men’s eyes was. How easily you could read them. How rarely they surprised you.
As your song faded into its final notes, you smiled teasingly at your regulars in the front row. You bent slowly, deliberately, gathering the scattered bills as whistles followed your movements. When you straightened, your gaze drifted to the back of the room — and that was when you saw them.
A group of men you had never seen before.
Most looked distracted, immersed in their own conversations, but two of them stood out instantly.
One had long blond hair with the slightest natural wave, falling down his sides. He wore black jeans and a crisp white button-up, sleeves rolled carelessly to reveal strong forearms.
The man beside him had shoulder-length dark hair, loose and curling against his collar. He wore similar dark jeans and a brown jacket that fit him too well.
Both of them were staring at you. Not casually. Not lazily. Completely admiring.
Your breath caught — a subtle shift inside you that you had almost forgotten. Something electric flickered under your skin. You held their gaze for one heartbeat too long before turning smoothly, heels clicking sharply against the stage as you walked off.
Backstage, the noise dimmed into distant thuds. The other girls laughed, changed outfits, passed cigarettes between them. You walked to your station and sat down, crossing your legs as you began counting your money.
“Y/n, sweetie? Can you come out here for a second?”
You looked up to see Chris, the club’s manager, leaning against the doorway. You gave him a soft smile.
“There’s two guys out there asking for a dance. You good right now?”
You nodded automatically, assuming it was one of your regulars. You reapplied lip gloss, ran your fingers through your hair, and followed him out.
“See those two staring at you? The blond and the brunette?” he murmured.
Your stomach tightened when you saw them again. “Yeah,” you replied smoothly. “No problem.”
You approached their booth with slow, deliberate steps, aware of every sway of your hips. When you reached their table, you offered them your most polished smile.
“Hi, guys. I’m Y/n. What can I do for you?”
The blond smirked first, his gaze traveling slowly over you. “Dance for us, sweetheart.”
His tone wasn’t eager or desperate. It was controlled. "Wanna see that pretty ass bouncing for us."
He glanced at the dark-haired man beside him. “Ain’t that right, Roman?”
Roman’s eyes held something deeper than hunger. Something steady. Possessive.
“Let’s take this somewhere private Hollis,” he said evenly, looking back towards you. “When you’re with us… you’re ours.”
Your pulse skipped. You swallowed. “Y-yeah. Of course. Follow me.”
The walk to the private room felt charged rather than awkward. Their presence behind you wasn’t intrusive. You felt their eyes tracing every movement, and for the first time in a long time, it sent sparks through you.
Inside, deep red lighting illuminated the dark room. “I should tell you the private rooms are an extra charge,” you managed.
“We’re not worried about the price,” Roman said as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was confident and calm. “Take a breath.”
You hadn’t even realized you were holding one.
You chewed your lip and Roman took a seat on one of the couches and pulled a joint from his front pocket then sparked it.
The light illuminating from the mini fire casting a beautiful shadow across his face before he took a long puff and exhaled it — the room filling with faint smell of weed as music from outside hummed in.
Hollis sits down on a chair in the middle of the room and pats his lap “Come sit sweetheart”
You climbed into his lap, your movements slow, controlled. His hands settled on your hips instantly. You began to move against him, testing the rhythm, watching his expression you picked up the pace and started bouncing your ass up and down slowly on his growing bulge.
His gaze stayed fixed on your face rather than your body, and that unsettled you more than anything.
“So, y/n,” he murmured, “you got a boyfriend?”
Your movements faltered for half a second before his hand pressed firmly against your ass. “Don’t stop.”
“No,” you answered quietly, resuming your rhythm. “I don’t.”
“Why not?” His fingers trailed lightly up your back, and you shivered despite yourself.
“I guess I’m not the type of girl someone brings home to meet his mom.”
Roman let out a low sound from behind you. “Look at her,” Hollis said softly.
You glanced back. Roman was watching you like he was memorizing you. “I’m looking, just wait till I finish this joint doll.” he took another puff and Hollis took your chin between his fingers to turn your head back to him.
“You want him?” He asks boldly and you open your mouth — shock and confusion making the words catch in your throat. “Tell me what you want.” He urges you on.
“Yes. I want him..” You grind your hips harder now, something wilder consuming you as the thin fabric between you and his jeans create a friction you were used to, but had never effected you like how it did right now.
“I want you as well.” You finish.
He nods once “I can tell baby,” he reaches a hand between you — fingers teasing the fabric of your panties and leaning up to whisper in your ear. “Your soaked for me.”
A whimper escaped your lips and he laughs before carefully pulling you out of his lap and standing — the height difference really daunting now.
You turn and watch as Hollis sits down next to Roman — he hands him the half finished joint and rises from his seat slowly, not rushing in the slightest as he sits down in the same seat Hollis was just in.
You go to straddle him and he tuts, stopping you. “Turn around for me angel.” he tells you and you oblige — slowly turning around, moving your hips in a slow circle before sitting down in his lap, grinding back and forth slowly, feeling the hardness poking against you.
It didn’t shock you at all, majority of the people you gave dances to were hard during it, but it has never made your body tingle like this. These guys didn't feel like just customers to you, and it intrigued you.
Romans hand rested on your waist and he watched you “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” You blushed softly “Thank you.” You turned your head to meet his face — his dead, dark brown eyes sending pricks down your spine.
Your movements sped up, wanting to make him feel good but also to chase the building pleasure in your stomach. Roman groaned when you leaned back against his chest, your ass sitting firm on his growing bulge.
His arm wrapped around your waist fully, keeping you flush against him. Your eyes trace his arm, the veins crawling from his hand up his forearm and up his biceps — you peep his tattoos and subconsciously run a hand over them.
“You like my tattoos?” he teases, his voice a whisper against the shell of your ear, you nod. “They turn me on.” You turn your head to catch his eyes again and his hips jerk up and help you grind against him.
Hollis rises from his seat and walks to stand behind Roman, his long fingers move to brush across your cheek. “Can we get you out this club, sweetheart?” he asks and you pause for a second. Looking up at Hollis and down at Roman before taking a deep breath and nodding softly.
Their apartment was immaculate. Floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the city below, and warm golden light softened the sleek interior. It felt expensive, it felt like them.
The sharp jingle of Hollis's keys dropping into the ceramic bowl reverberated through the spacious apartment, cutting through the hushed ambiance like a promise of what was to come.
Hollis and Roman steered you toward the plush leather couch, their hands firm on your hips, guiding you with the easy confidence of men who knew exactly what they wanted.
Hollis dropped onto the cushions first, his muscular frame sinking into the softness, while Roman lingered right behind you, his broad chest pressing hot against your back.
In one fluid motion, they both peeled off their shirts, revealing toned torsos etched with shadows from the lighting — Hollis's arms flexing as he leaned back, Roman's skin radiating heat that seeped through your thin top.
“You good at following instructions, y/n?” Roman's voice rumbled low and steady, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
You nodded quickly, heart pounding.
“Words, baby,” Hollis interjected, his large hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing a teasing path that brushed dangerously close to the aching heat between your legs.
“Yes, I’m good at following instructions,” you managed, forcing the words out in a breathy rush.
“How good?” they pressed in unison, their tones laced with playful menace that made your pulse spike.
“So good, please—I’m so good,” you pleaded, the desperation slipping out unbidden.
Hollis and Roman exchanged a knowing glance, smirks tugging at their lips, before their eyes locked back on you, dark with hunger.
“Perfect. Now this is what’s gonna happen.” Hollis laid down fully on the couch, his gaze pinning you in place like a physical touch. “You’re gonna ride my face...”
Your eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat surging straight to your pussy, making your thighs clench instinctively as slick need pooled there.
“While you suck my dick,” Roman finished, his voice a gravelly command that vibrated through you.
Your eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against his shoulder in overwhelmed surrender, and he chuckled — a deep, throaty sound that vibrated against your skin.
“You can handle it, can't you, doll?”
You bit your lower lip, turning to meet his intense stare. “Yes, Roman, I can handle it—I’ll be so good for you.”
A satisfied grin spread across his face, and he gave you a gentle nudge forward, his hands lingering just long enough to stoke the fire building inside you.
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs with a deliberate slowness that drew their hungry eyes.
Stepping out of the damp fabric, you stood before them half-naked, your skin prickling under their scrutiny — the cool air of the apartment kissing your exposed curves while the city lights danced across your body like a private spotlight.
Climbing onto the couch, you straddled Hollis's chest first, your soaking pussy leaving a glistening trail against his skin as you maneuvered higher.
The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint notes of expensive cologne from the guys. You positioned yourself carefully, hovering just above his mouth, thighs trembling with anticipation.
Hollis's strong arms snaked around your thighs, gripping the soft flesh with unyielding possession, anchoring you right where he wanted. “I want you to sit on my face, baby. Full weight. Think about hovering, and I’ll bend you over my knee.” He winked, a flash of mischief in his eyes, before yanking you down hard and firm onto his waiting mouth.
A sharp yell tore from your throat, morphing into a guttural moan as his tongue plunged into your folds without mercy.
Your head snapped forward, body slumping in a haze of pleasure, but Roman's hands were there in an instant — cupping your chin, tilting your face up so he could drink in every twitch and gasp.
He watched intently as Hollis devoured you, his tongue lapping broad strokes along your dripping slit before sucking your swollen clit between his lips with a wet, insistent pull. The sensation ripped another shaky cry from you, your hips bucking involuntarily against the relentless pressure.
Once you found your balance, bracing your hand on the back of the couch, you rocked harder, grinding your pussy against his mouth in desperate rhythm. He groaned into you, the vibration sending jolts straight to your core, his nose bumping your clit as he fucked you with his tongue — deep thrusts that had your walls clenching.
He pulled back just enough to glance up at you, lips shiny with your juices, eyes blazing with raw desire as he spoke.
His voice muffled against your slick folds, Hollis's words vibrated through your core like a live wire. "So loud, sweetheart—you like the way I flick my tongue? You need Roman's cock in your mouth to keep you quiet?"
A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching as you nodded fervently, eyes lifting to lock onto Roman's. His gaze scorched into you, dark and promising more of the delicious torment that had your nerves buzzing.
With a smirk, Roman's fingers dipped to his zipper, the metallic rasp slicing through the heavy air. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one swift tug, his thick, veined cock springing free — rigid and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water, a fresh surge of heat flooding your veins.
You licked your lips slowly, deliberately, then extended your tongue, flat and inviting. Eyes never leaving his, you guided him to your mouth and slapped the heavy length against your wet tongue — once, twice — the salty tang of him exploding on your taste buds and drawing a low growl from deep in his chest.
"Lick that tip, doll. Can you do that?" Roman's words came out rough, edged with restraint as he watched you intently.
You nodded again, the motion jerky through the moan Hollis coaxed from you with relentless swirls of his tongue against your pulsing clit.
Wrapping your fingers around the base of Roman's cock — your hand barely circling its girth — you leaned in, dragging your tongue over the sensitive tip in teasing, kitten licks.
The heat of him filled your senses, amplifying the electric pleasure ripping through your body as Hollis's mouth worked you without pause.
Then, driven by raw hunger, you surged forward, taking him in your mouth entirely, the head hitting the back of your throat. Roman's head snapped back, a guttural "Fuck!" exploding from him through gritted teeth, his abs clenching visibly in the dim light.
His hand dove into your hair, fingers threading through the strands before twisting them into a loose, messy bun — securing his grip like a lifeline.
With firm tugs, he set the pace, sliding you back and forth along his length, the wet sounds of your mouth echoing through the apartment.
"Throat that dick, angel—fuck, such a good slut," he rasped, voice thick with approval that sent a thrill straight to your soaked core.
You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a sharp hiss from Roman as he sank his teeth into his lower lip, the skin whitening under the pressure.
Below you, Hollis's tongue traced long, deliberate paths up and down your entire pussy, savoring every inch before diving deep into your clenching hole.
Your walls fluttered around the invading muscle, a choked noise bubbling up your throat as he thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm of Roman's cock in your mouth.
Roman's hold on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing thicker against your tongue as soft whines leaked from him — raw, uncontrolled sounds that betrayed how close he was.
Hollis's hips jerked upward into empty air, his own arousal straining untouched as he devoured you, the slick essence of your pussy coating his chin and driving him wild.
Hollis zeroed in on your clit once more, drawing the swollen nub between his lips with a firm suck that had stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your body coiled tighter, teetering on the edge, every nerve alight.
Desperation fueled you; you hollowed your cheeks, sucking Roman's cock with frantic, messy pulls — saliva dripping down your chin as you ground shamelessly against Hollis's face, chasing the building pleasure.
"Cum for us," Hollis demanded, the words rumbling directly into your flesh. "Can feel you dripping all over my face already—let go, baby."
Your eyes rolled back, vision blurring as Roman's cock swelled impossibly more in your mouth. The command shattered you — your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave (Chase Atlantic reference), ripping a muffled scream from your throat that vibrated around him.
Roman bucked once, twice, before pumping ropes of hot cum straight down your throat, the salty flood forcing you to swallow greedily as tremors wracked your frame atop Hollis.
Panting, Roman eased out of your mouth, his fingers loosening from your hair only to smooth the tangled strands tenderly. A genuine, sated smile curved his lips as he caught his breath, the city lights casting a soft glow around his sweat-soaked body.
He tucked himself back into his boxers with casual efficiency, then extended a hand, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth to swipe away a stray bead of his release.
He pressed the digit past your lips, letting you suck it clean with a playful glint in his eye before withdrawing it with a deliberate pop, the sound hanging in the charged air like an aftershock.
You slide off Hollis on shaky legs, the world tilting as your muscles quiver from the intensity of the night, but before you can tumble backward against the couch, Hollis stands swiftly and catches you — his strong arms wrapping around your waist.
He scoops you up effortlessly, hands sliding under your thighs to grip your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he carries you toward the kitchen. Your bare pussy presses flush against his stomach, the heat of his skin against your slick folds sending fresh sparks of arousal through you with every step.
He sets you down on the edge of the table, the cool wood a stark contrast to your heated body, and eases you back until you're lying flat on your back, legs dangling off the side.
Roman moves to the fridge beside you, the door swinging open with a soft hum, and he pulls out a bottle of champagne. The cork pops with a sharp crack, fizzing bubbles spilling over as he pours it into a glass, the golden liquid swirling invitingly.
"I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table, and Roman’s gonna watch you come undone on my cock," Hollis tells you, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that makes your core clench.
He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet kitchen before he shoves his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.
His cock springs free, thick and veined, already hard and leaking at the tip. He grips it in his palm, stroking the length a few times — his fist pumping deliberately, making it twitch — before stepping forward. The thick pink tip teases your sensitive clit, rubbing in slow circles through your soaked folds, and you gasp sharply, hips bucking up as you reach for him.
"Please..." you whimper, fingers brushing his wrist, desperate for more.
Hollis searches your face, lust consuming him — his eyes dark and hooded, every muscle in his body taut with hunger, shaping his jaw into a clenched line. He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it over his shoulder, the position opening you wider.
"Take a deep breath for me," he smirks, the predatory glint in his eye making you shudder. You try, inhaling shakily, but you don't even make it through a full breath before he surges forward, slamming his cock into you with a long, rough thrust.
Your head flies back against the table, a scream tearing from your throat — "Hollis! Fuck! Oh my god!" — the sudden stretch burning deliciously as he fills you completely, bottoming out in one go.
Hollis doesn't give you time to adjust; he starts pounding into your soaking pussy right away, hips snapping with brutal force, the table creaking under the assault.
"So fucking tight, baby — scream for me all you want," he growls, leaning in to bite down gently on your calf, teeth sinking deeper into the muscle as you clench around him involuntarily, walls fluttering.
"God, baby. The way you’re wrapping around me is a problem." Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your stomach tightening in a way that makes your entire body sizzle with pleasure.
"I-I can’t," you gasp, hands clawing at the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood as he thrusts relentlessly, each plunge driving deeper, hitting spots that make your vision blur.
"Yes you can — you can take it, sweetheart, c'mon," Hollis urges, leaning forward to bend you in half, your knee nearly touching your shoulder as he fucks even deeper, the angle letting him grind against your cervix.
Tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, one sliding down your cheek in a hot trail, and you feel Roman's hand reach down, his thumb smoothing it away tenderly.
He leans close to your face, his breath warm on your skin, eyes flicking over to Hollis as he continues to pound into you, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the air.
"How good does it feel, doll? Tell me," Roman murmurs, his voice smooth and coaxing.
You swallow sharply, trying to catch your breath amid Hollis's assault on your pussy, the words stumbling out. "It f-feels—fuck!" Hollis pulls out suddenly, leaving just the tip inside, your walls clenching around nothing before he thrusts all the way back in, the tease making you arch off the table.
"So good! So fucking good..." you manage, voice breaking.
Amused, Roman straightens and swirls the champagne in his glass, the liquid catching the light, before leaning back down. "Tilt your head back," he instructs, and you obey instantly, craning your neck. "Now open your mouth." Your lips part wide, tongue out slightly, and he takes a slow sip, the bubbles tickling his tongue.
He leans in close — noses brushing, eyes locked on yours — before spitting the champagne into your mouth, the warm, fizzy liquid mixing with his saliva sliding over your tongue.
You moan softly, the intimate act making the knot in your stomach tighten unbearably, the tangy sweetness and the knowledge that it came from his mouth pushing you higher.
Hollis grabs your other leg, hooking it over his opposite shoulder, and pinches your thighs together, the pressure intensifying every sensation as he fucks into you harder than ever — hips pistoning, cock dragging along your walls with punishing speed.
Your breathing turns to ragged pants, every inch of your body heating up like a furnace, fingers digging into the table hard enough to leave faint dents in the wood.
Hollis groans loudly above you, the sound raw and desperate, and you feel his hips stutter, his cock swelling thicker inside you, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots.
Roman's fingers reach down then, twisting your nipples sharply under your bra — pinching and rolling the hardened peaks — and that sends you spiraling over the edge.
Your brain numbs in a haze of white-hot pleasure, the coil in your stomach snapping as a gush of warm liquid squirts from you, splashing across Hollis’s stomach, soaking his abs in a glistening sheen.
He mutters a low "Fuck," eyes widening at the sight, before his own release hits — cock throbbing as he spills inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your insides, flooding you with heat that seeps deeper with each pulse.
His head falls against your shoulder, body heavy and spent, as he gently lowers your legs, both of you breathing heavily, chests heaving in unison.
"Your pussy is heaven, sweetheart," he murmurs, nipping at your neck with his teeth before straightening up, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, cum trickling from your entrance onto the table beneath you. He pulls back to stand tall, his muscular frame glistening with sweat.
"Hope you're not too tired."
You shake your head weakly, utterly spent from the way Hollis had pounded into you, but when you try to stand, your legs buckle beneath you like jelly.
A soft chuckle rumbles from both men — Hollis's deep and commanding, Roman's lighter and teasing. Roman steps in smoothly, wrapping a strong arm around your waist while the other scoops under your knees, lifting you bridal-style with effortless grace.
His toned chest presses warm and firm against your cheek, the steady thump of his heartbeat lulling you as exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. You fight the urge to slump fully into him, savoring the secure hold as he carries you through the dimly lit hallway into the bedroom.
The room envelops you in soft shadows, the king-sized bed filling the center. Roman lowers you gently onto the end of the bed, your bare feet dangling just above the plush carpet.
Hollis follows close behind, shutting the door with a click that seals the three of you in. He strides to the sleek safe tucked in the corner, punching in the code with practiced fingers before the lock beeps open.
From inside, he extracts a thick wad of cash, the bills crisp. He approaches you with confidence, peeling off a few bills and dangling them teasingly in front of your face. "Take your bra off," he commands, his voice a low rumble that sends fresh shivers down your spine.
Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach behind your back, unhooking the clasp with a soft snap. The lace bra slips down your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room, nipples hardening instantly under their gazes.
You let it fall on the floor beside you. Hollis's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he sets the money beside your hip on the bed, then steps back to Roman's side, their bodies brushing in a way that hints at their unspoken dynamic.
"Touch yourself," Hollis orders next, his eyes locked on yours with unyielding intensity. You swallow hard, the buzz of arousal still humming through your core, and slide your hand down your stomach.
Your fingers meet your swollen clit, slick with remnants of your earlier release, and a soft whimper escapes your lips as you begin to circle it slowly.
The sensation reignites the fire, your body arching subtly into the touch. Hollis nods approvingly, counting out a larger stack of bills and tossing them lightly at your feet — they flutter down like confetti, scattering across the carpet.
Then, in a move that catches you off guard, Hollis circles behind Roman, his large hands gripping his hips to guide him forward a few deliberate steps until he's standing right before you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.
Hollis presses the wad of cash into Roman's palm. "Give her three hundred every time she impresses you," he instructs, his tone brooking no argument.
Roman nods, his breath hitching as Hollis's hand snakes around his toned stomach, dipping lower into the waistband of his boxers. Those skilled fingers cup Roman's hardening cock under the thin fabric, eliciting a deep groan from him as his hips buck instinctively into the firm grip.
Your own fingers quicken on your clit, rubbing in tight, urgent circles as you watch Hollis tease Roman — the sight of them making your empty pussy clench with desperate need. Hollis tugs Roman's boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick cock to bob heavily in the air.
He wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your eyes lock with Roman's, both of your faces twisting in shared pleasure — your hips grinding against your fingers, his thrusting into Hollis's tight hold.
Every time your pace intensifies or a moan slips from your throat, Roman fumbles with the cash, tossing bills haphazardly into the air above you.
They rain down softly, some sticking to your sweat-dampened skin, others piling at your feet. Roman bites his lower lip hard, stifling a whine as Hollis glances over his shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses up the column of his neck.
His thumb swirls over Roman's throbbing tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum there, and Roman's body jerks violently from the overload, but Hollis's free arm bands around his waist, holding him steady. "Hollis, fuck..." Roman whimpers breathlessly, his voice a ragged whisper that barely cuts through the heavy air.
You chew your own lip, mirroring his desperation as your fingers fly faster, the pressure coiling tight and hot in your belly. "I'm gonna cum soon..." you moan, the words tumbling out unbidden.
Roman groans in response, his eyes darkening. "Me too." Your head tips backwards, the world narrowing to the electric build-up, and then it crashes over you — your body going rigid as waves of bliss shatter through every nerve, your pussy spasming and dripping fresh release onto the sheets below.
Roman watches you intently, his own hips snapping erratically into Hollis's fist as your orgasm unfolds, the sight pushing him to the edge. But just as he's about to tip over, Hollis releases his cock with a wicked chuckle, leaving Roman's length twitching desperately in the open air.
A unsatisfied whimper spills from Roman's lips as he spins to face Hollis. "What the fuck?" he complains, annoyance lacing his flushed tone.
Hollis laughs, a deep, amused sound that vibrates through the room, and jerks his chin toward you. "It's your turn to fuck that perfect pussy — you should be thanking me." Roman brushes off the words entirely, his focus shifting back to you with pure hunger.
You scoot backward to the headboard, your heart pounding in anticipation as he climbs up to join you.
Roman lowers his head between your thighs, his breath warm and teasing against your sensitive skin as he drinks in the sight of your plump, soaked pussy — still glistening from your previous releases, lips swollen and inviting.
His eyes darken, and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, trailing his lips slowly along your body.
By the time he reaches your face, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
His face hovers just inches above yours, breath mingling with your own, before he dips to your neck — kissing the tender skin there, then biting down with just enough pressure to make you gasp, his teeth grazing as his rock-hard cock bucks insistently against your thigh, the thick length sliding hot and heavy.
"You gonna take this dick, angel?" he tempts, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that vibrates against your pulse.
"Yes..." you breathe, your hand reaching out to grab his arm, fingers digging into the firm muscle.
He shakes his head with a teasing tsk, his grip tightening on your hip. "You were falling apart on Hollis—gotta prove you can really take dick." In a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sheets cool against your flushed skin.
You arch your back instinctively, pushing your ass up and wiggling it against him, the movement desperate and inviting as you feel his cock nudge your cheeks.
Roman lines himself up with your entrance, the blunt tip pressing against your slick folds before he pushes in just enough to coat himself in your juices, the stretch already making you whimper.
Then, with a deep groan, he thrusts all the way in, burying his cock to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You cry out, the overwhelming fullness hitting you like a wave — his thickness stretching your walls, filling every inch as he starts pounding into you relentlessly.
Your ass slaps against his pelvis with each brutal thrust, the rhythmic smack echoing in the room, skin heating from the impact.
"Take it—fucking take this dick," he growls, his hand snaking up to grab the back of your neck. He pulls you up roughly, forcing your back to arch against his chest, your bodies pressed flush as he fucks harder, deeper, his hips snapping with unyielding force.
The long night of pleasure has both of you teetering on the edge already; your whines come out scratchy, throat raw from hours of moaning, but the ache only fuels the fire building inside you.
He angles his hips just right, the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot deep in you, sending bursts of white-hot pleasure exploding across your eyes — stars dancing in your vision with every hit.
Sweat beads on both your foreheads, trickling down your temples and between your breasts, the salty tang mixing with the musky scent of sex filling the air.
You collapse forward onto all fours, the position letting him drive even deeper, and your moans spill out uncontrollably now — no holding back, even as your throat burns from the strain, the raw sounds pushing you both closer.
Roman's hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting blooming hot and immediate, drawing a gasp that melts into a deep moan.
He rubs the heated spot soothingly with his palm, fingers kneading the flesh, before delivering an even harder smack — watching intently as the red imprint of his hand blooms across your skin, the mark a vivid contrast to your flushed cheeks.
The sharp pain mingles with the relentless plunge of his cock, the pressure coiling tighter, faster, your pussy fluttering around him in response.
"Cum for me, angel—one more, give it to me," he demands, his voice rough and strained, edged with his own desperation.
His words shatter your control; your pussy clamps down hard on his cock, squeezing rhythmically as the orgasm crashes over you.
You scream his name, the sound tearing from your chest, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rip through you.
Roman doesn't stop — he fucks you through it, his thrusts turning rougher yet more restrained, drawing out the bliss until your legs tremble uncontrollably beneath you, muscles quivering from the overload.
"Gonna fill this fucking pussy to the brim," he says shakily, his control fraying. With a final, deep bury to the hilt, his cock pulses wildly inside you, hot spurts of cum flooding your insides, coating your walls in thick, warmth that seeps deeper with each twitch.
You collapse fully against the bed, body spent and heavy, every limb aching with delicious exhaustion. Roman leans down, pressing soft kisses along your back — tender and lingering — before pulling out with a wet sound and slipping off the bed. The door creaks open briefly as he steps out, leaving you boneless in the rumpled sheets.
Hollis slides onto the bed beside you moments later, his strong arms gathering you close, pulling your sweat-dampened body against his broad chest. His fingers thread gently through your hair, stroking down in soothing passes, the warmth of him grounding you as your breathing evens out.
Roman returns soon after, a damp, warm towel in hand. You part your legs for him without hesitation, trusting and exposed, and he kneels between them carefully, wiping you clean with gentle strokes — easing the sensitivity, the cloth warm against your tender folds.
Satisfied, he discards it and climbs back in, curling into your side, his body fitting perfectly against yours as Hollis holds you from the other.
"We're keeping you, y/n," Hollis murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
"You're our girl now," Roman confirms, his hand resting possessively on your hip.
You smile softly, the words wrapping around you like a promise, the last thing you hear before exhaustion pulls you under, drifting into a deep, contented sleep nestled between them.
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