Page 9 of Loud Hot Roomie (Taboo Streets #4)

Derek

I’m going out of my mind.

It’s been four days since I hugged Riko outside the bathroom and I’ve been aching to do it again.

Each night, as we eat dinner, watch movies together, and work on his business plan, I tell myself I’ll work up the nerve to touch him. I can tell he’s tense, too, but neither of us do anything about it. It’s as if electricity sparks between us. One wrong move and something’s going to catch on fire.

God, I crave to feel the burn.

While alone in bed at night, I scroll my phone looking at men having sex as I fist my cock. I shamelessly think of Riko’s sexy mouth until I come. I’m too chicken shit to do anything about it, though.

“You’re limping,” I say as Riko comes down the stairs in a pair of athletic pants that hang too fucking low on his hips. My mouth waters at the sight of his oblique muscles and the dark, happy trail disappearing into his pants. “Did you get worked over at PT today?”

He grunts as he eases himself down onto the couch. “I go tomorrow. Played a little too hard with the kids again today.”

It warms my heart how much he enjoys being around my neighbor’s kids. They’re a little rotten but Linda does the best she can. Riko is a good guy and I’m glad they have him in their lives.

“Want me to massage it?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

His eyebrows hike up and his cheeks turn pink. “Uh, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

God, how I do.

He bobs his head up and down in agreement, stretching his leg to rest his foot on the coffee table. I sit down next to him and pop a few of my knuckles to buy me some time to find my courage. Neither of us says a word. Or, hell, maybe he does, but I can’t hear it over the roaring in my ears.

I’m nervous.

Gritting my teeth against the weirdness I’m feeling, I tentatively reach out to him.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my palm skims over his thigh.

Then, as gently as I can, I rub at his muscle through his pants.

I can’t meet his gaze, and instead focus on the way his cock tents the material.

My own dick is hard as stone and I ache to rub on it too.

“You can go harder,” he rasps out. “You can’t hurt me any more than my physical therapist sadist does.”

Meeting his gaze, I start kneading his muscle more deeply. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, eyes burning hot with desire. At least I’m not alone in this feeling. Riko feels it too.

I massage him until he relaxes and then I find my courage. Removing my hand from his thigh, I reach up and cup his cheek. And then, before I can talk myself out of it, I lean forward and kiss his beautiful mouth.

The small gasp that escapes him emboldens me. I chase the sound with my tongue as he parts his lips. We both groan in pleasure at the same time. He tastes like cinnamon and sugar from the newest batch of cookies I brought him today. I fucking love it.

“I like the way you taste,” I murmur against his mouth. “So fucking good.”

“That’s not the only place I taste good,” he taunts and nips at my lip.

I pull back and pin him with a fiery stare. “These need to come off so I can massage your leg better.”

He yelps as I jerk off his athletic pants, dragging them down until they’re at his knees. His cock, hard and leaking pre-cum, rests against his taut belly. My mouth waters to lick every sexy vein on his dick. I’m done watching porn. I want the real thing, but with Riko. Only Riko.

“What are you doi—Oh my God!”

I’ve slid into the floor in front of the couch and run my tongue along his dick from his balls to his tip. My hand curls around his thickness and I marvel at how fucking pretty his cock is.

“I love this,” I rumble, unable to keep from praising him. “Your cock is fucking gorgeous, Riko.”

He hisses in pleasure as I stroke him. “If you like it so much, suck on it, Dere-Dere.”

I flash him a smile and then do as I’m told.

His fingers yank at my hair as I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick and slide down the length.

The salty flavor on my tongue is unique and wonderful.

I thought it would be weird, but I really, really like it.

As though I’m a starved man, I set to sucking and licking on his dick, testing how far I can take him until I gag.

It’s kind of embarrassing, but it seems to turn him on, because each time I do, he whimpers and trembles.

“Have you done this before?” he mumbles. “How are you so good at this?”

Rather than giving him an answer, I suck on him, mimicking the guys on the porn videos.

It’s then I remember he said something about finger action.

I pop off his cock long enough to suck on my finger, and then I get back to it.

He untangles one foot from his pants, freeing it, and then spreads his thighs as if to give me better access.

My hand slides beneath him and I run my slick fingertip along his ass crack.

When I find the puckered ring, I begin massaging the hole, encouraging him to relax the muscles and let me in.

Since I know he likes it when I gag, I intentionally take him as far down my throat as I can go.

My eyes water and my throat constricts, but the whimper that escapes him is totally worth it.

Plus, it has him relaxing his ass. I push my finger inside of him, little by little, until I’m as deep as I can go.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I whisper against the tip of his cock. “I have been fantasizing about this all week.”

“Oh, fuck, me too.” He grips my hair tight. “Choke on my dick, baby.”

Baby?

I’d like to analyze that word for a minute, but now’s not the time.

I focus on bringing this man the pleasure he deserves.

When I rub against a certain part inside of him, he detonates.

His entire body seizes up as his cock throbs out his release.

The first splash of cum on my tongue feels strange, but I swallow it down, eager for more.

Pulse after pulse, he feeds his salty semen into my desperate mouth, giving me exactly what I want.

I swallow and swallow until he’s wrung dry.

Even then, I can’t help but suck on his softening dick.

“That was, holy shit,” he rasps out. “That was amazing. Let me do it to you.”

Apprehension floods through me. I don’t want him to get me off just because I got him off. We may have jumped in a little too far our first time. I’d like to take things slow for a bit.

I pop off his cock and find his mouth again. “We can do me another time. Right now, I want to go back to kissing you.”

“But you’re hard. Don’t you want to get off?”

There’s a sting in his words as if I’ve hurt him again.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur as I help him with his pants. “And as much as I want to come, I want to take a breather and kiss my hubby.”

He snorts out a laugh and nods. “Well, when you put it that way…”

I’m thankful he’s no longer upset. Once he’s dressed again, we lie down side by side on the sofa.

With his front to mine, I get to take my time kissing him and touching his smooth skin.

I like how he shivers each time my fingertips drag over his ribs.

He’s fixated on touching my nipples under my shirt and I like it.

With each twist and tug, fire shoots down to my dick.

Why did I turn down a blowjob again?

Because you want him to feel desired and cared for. Not tit for tat.

Our legs tangle together as our kisses get hotter and heavier. Before long, he’s mostly laying on top of me, grinding his hips against me. His hard cock rubs against mine through our pants. It’s fucking amazing and makes up for the earlier blowjob refusal.

“I’m going to come in my pants if you keep doing that,” I warn him. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

I nip at his lip. “Bad boy.”

“You going to spank me?”

I playfully swat at his ass before grabbing a handful of him. “Why is this so good?”

“I was wondering the same thing,” he whispers. “Do I kiss better than anyone you know?”

“Yeah, man. You do.” I pull back to look at his hooded eyes. “I don’t…I never…”

His eyebrows furl together. “You can tell me.”

“It’s weird and embarrassing.”

“You’ve had your finger up my ass. We’re beyond weird and embarrassing, Dere-Dere.”

I plant a quick kiss on his lips. “You have a point there. I don’t know. I just… Kissing and touching have never been something I enjoyed.”

“Oh,” he says, shock in his tone. “And here I thought you might be weirded out about hooking up with a guy.”

“You make me feel alive. I’ve never felt alive like this before.”

His features soften. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I was in a long-term, committed relationship with a great woman, and even when she was carrying my child, the most I felt was warm affection for her. The sex was fine and I could do it. Hell, I even enjoyed that part, but even still, nothing has ever felt as good as kissing you.”

“Wow,” Riko murmurs. “That’s… I didn’t know you had a kid.”

A pang of sadness clutches my chest. “We lost the baby. Miscarriage. It sucked, but it was the catalyst for our breakup, which was inevitable.”

“I’m sorry, Derek.”

“I’m not telling you this to make you sad or feel sorry for me,” I rush out as I caress his lower back. “I’m telling you so you understand how important this is for me.”

“No pressure,” he mutters.

We both laugh softly.

“For the record,” he continues, hand cupping my pectoral muscle beneath my shirt, “this is strange but good for me too. I’m worried I am going to mess something up between us by being my usual, ridiculous self, and I really, really don’t want to mess this up. I like you a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”

I nip at his bottom lip. “I should hope so. You’re my hubby after all.”

“I don’t see a ring,” he teases.

“It’s invisible.”

Whatever words he tries to come up with next are chased away by my hungry mouth.

I devour his irresistible lips and tongue until we’re both panting.

And when our faces are raw from kissing, I twist him around so I can make him my little spoon.

With my dick nestled against his ass, we’re a perfect fit.

“Derek?” His voice is soft and unsure. It makes me hug him tighter to me.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You can’t,” I murmur. “You’re fixing things.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” I kiss his shoulder. “Same way I don’t understand how you make magic in the kitchen. It’s sorcery.”

“Aww, you think I’m special,” he teases.

“Yeah,” I agree. “I think you are.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

I groan when my cock twitches against his ass. “Absolutely.”

“Then why aren’t we having sex right now?”

“Because, right now, I want to know how your day went and just hold you. I want to take my time learning every part of you inside and out. There’s no rush here, hubby. We have all the time in the world.”

“You like calling me hubby. I know this because your dick jumped when you said it.”

I grin against his neck. “I’m a simple man.”

“I’m not,” Riko whispers. “I’m loud and chaotic and complicated as fuck.”

“I know. And I think you’re amazing, dammit.”