With that, he burst apart with a guttural groan, his hot seed pumping down Jenna's throat in powerful spurts. She swallowed rapidly, determined to take every drop.
Alex slumped back against the bed when he was finally spent, gasping for breath. "Holy shit," he panted. "That was...incredible. You're amazing."
Jenna crawled back up his body with a satisfied smile, licking her lips to catch any stray drops of cum. She felt drunk on power and pleasure.
"I loved it," she said honestly, cuddling up against his side. "You taste so good."
Alex laughed and brushed a sweaty lock of hair off her forehead. "And you looked so pretty with my cock down your throat," he teased, tweaking one of her sensitive nipples. "Maybe next time I'll let you sit on my face while you do it."
Jenna shuddered at the erotic image his words painted. "I'd like that," she breathed, nuzzling into his neck.
They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter. Jenna couldn't believe how natural it felt to be naked and snuggled up against a virtual stranger's body. But somehow, it felt completely right.
After a while, Jenna heard footsteps approaching outside Alex's bedroom door, and she stiffened nervously. "Is someone else home?" she asked quietly.
Alex tensed beside her and seemed to debate something internally for a moment. Then he sighed heavily and rolled over to face her, his expression serious.
"Yes," he said carefully. "But I don't want you to worry about it. My roommate is...he's someone who used to be very important to me. We had a bad breakup a while ago, and it's...complicated."
Jenna frowned in confusion. "So you're still living together? Even after you guys broke up?"
Alex rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "It's not as simple as that. We...we had a different kind of relationship." He hesitated again before continuing. "More than friends, but not...not quite lovers either. It's hard to explain."
Jenna felt a twinge of something that felt almost like jealousy, hearing Alex say that another man was 'very important' to him, even if their relationship wasn't romantic or sexual.
"I see," she said slowly, chewing her lip. "So...is he going to be okay with me staying here? With us..."
"Having sex?" Alex finished bluntly, raising an eyebrow.
Jenna flushed and looked away. "Yeah. That."
Alex shrugged and stood up, not bothering to cover his nakedness. "I'm not worried about it. What we do in private is our business. And he has no right to judge me anymore anyway."
The bitterness in his voice gave Jenna pause. She watched him nervously as he stalked over to the door and flung it open.
"Babe, I'm home!" he called loudly. "And I brought a friend over to play with."
There was a beat of silence from the hallway before a deep voice responded dryly. "That was fast. Didn't even make it past the front door before you had someone new in your bed."
Alex snorted at the criticism but didn't respond otherwise. After another moment, a pair of feet clad in expensive-looking loafers appeared at the threshold.
Jenna found herself staring up at a stunningly handsome man in his late 30s with dark hair graying at the temples and an impeccably tailored suit that looked like it cost more than everything she owned put together.
His cold blue eyes landed on Jenna and then drifted over to Alex's nudity without batting an eye. "We have company?" he asked coolly, one eyebrow quirking up slightly.
Alex rolled his eyes and threw an arm around Jenna's shoulders protectively. "Don't be rude, babe. This is Jenna. Jenna, this is my...roommate-turned-enemy-turned-fuckbuddy-turned-roommate again...Dean Harris."
Dean crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Jenna assessingly. "Charmed," he said dryly. "I assume you were involved in whatever pornographic activities are wafting out of this room?"
Jenna felt herself blush brightly under his calculating stare. She couldn't help but notice the way he kept glancing between her and Alex with a hint of something that almost looked like jealousy behind his icy expression.
She opened her mouth to respond, unsure what to say, but Alex beat her to it. "That's none of your business," he snapped coldly. "What we do is private, and I don't have to explain myself to you."
Dean's jaw clenched at that, and he took a step into the room, menace rolling off him in waves. "Oh, I think it is my business," he said silkily. "When it involves my...ex-partner 'entertaining' guests under my own roof."
Jenna shrank back slightly at the threat in his voice, wondering if she had made a huge mistake coming here with Alex. What had she gotten herself into?
"Don't be a dick," Alex growled, taking a step forward himself until they were chest to chest. Jenna watched them nervously as they stared each other down, electricity crackling between them.
Dean took another step into the room until he was almost touching Alex's naked body with his clothed one. His eyes raked over Alex's flushed skin and labored breathing before flicking back up to meet his gaze.
"I'm not being a dick," he said silkily, not breaking eye contact with Alex. "Just asserting my rights."
Jenna didn't know what to make of that cryptic statement, and she could see that Alex looked just as confused as she.
"What rights?" he asked bluntly, not backing down from Dean's intense stare.
Dean smirked slightly and reached up with one hand to twine his fingers through Alex's hair possessively. "The rights I have as your owner," he said simply, leaning forward until their mouths were brushing.
Jenna watched in shock as Alex let out a breathless little whimper and tilted his head back submissively under Dean's dominant hold. He looked exactly like one of those needy little puppies she'd seen people walk around with collars attached to their leashes...
And Dean looked like a ruthless dog trainer who wouldn't hesitate to punish or pleasure that puppy however he saw fit.