Page 41 of The Roommate Game

GUS

I barely rememberedthe ride to Smithton. I was hard as a rock, and my mind was buzzing. I felt as if I were intoxicated, drunk and high on something—someone—new and unexpected.

Rafe.

If I had half a brain, I’d realize we’d made a sharp turn down a tricky path. One did not fuck around with one’s roommate and come out unscathed. There’d be consequences and repercussions.

Then again, our lease was up in June, and we were two consenting adults dealing with personal bullshit. A little healthy sexual stress release was never a bad thing, right?

Rafe was out of my truck and had the key inserted in the front door before I climbed the first step to the porch. I grabbed the plastic bag in his arm and motioned for him to move aside.

“Here. I’ll do it.”

He obeyed, gliding inside as I flung the door open. The moment it was closed and the lock secured, he undressed in a flurry of movement, flinging his sweater into the living room, kicking off his shoes, and fumbling with his belt buckle.

I was one step behind, too entranced by the show to do anything but stare in wonder at his sleek, toned, fucking gorgeous body. I snapped out of it and pulled him to me, groaning at the thrill of holding a naked Rafe in my arms. I squeezed his bare ass and sucked his tongue, trying and failing not to rut like a teenager in heat.

Rafe didn’t seem to mind. He went a little nuts when I traced his crack.

“Oh…yes. That’s so good.”

“To be clear, I want to fuck you into next week,” I growled. “I know that’s too much too soon, but…can I touch you?”

“Mmm. Yes.”

I wrapped my hand around his rigid cock and stroked him from root to tip, loving the sound of his needy moans as he dropped his head on my shoulder.

“Look at me, Rafe. Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes, yes. I want this. Just…keep going,” he panted.

No problem. I sucked his bottom lip. “Okay. We can go easy and?—”

“Don’t go easy on me. You said you liked hot sex against the wall, well…I think I’ll like that too.”

I shivered. “Upstairs. Go.”

I palmed my aching cock through my jeans as I watched him scramble up the stairs. Stunned and horny was an odd combination, but I regained my senses quickly, draped the garment bag across the newel post, and headed after Rafe.

I found him flat on his back in the middle of his mattress, stroking his dick as if this were just something we did in front of each other. For the record…we didn’t.

I moved toward the bed, my gaze fixed on the lazy up-and-down glide, his thumb passing over his slit and smearing precum in its wake. And his other hand…

Oh, for fuck’s sake.He was fingering his hole.

It was a mesmerizing show, and my cock was twitching like some kind of homing beacon zeroing in on a prize.

I tore the hem of my shirt in my haste to yank it over my head while kicking off my shoes. My jeans and boxer briefs were gone in a flash, flung in the general direction of the pink beanbag chair in the corner. My dick bobbed as I hiked my knee onto the mattress. I gripped it and stroked my length, crawling between his thighs.

“You sure about this?” Yep, my voice cracked.

“Very sure,” Rafe purred. “I’m ready.”

I arched a brow and shook my head, my gaze traveling from his eyes to the two fingers sliding in and out of his gorgeous hole. I hadn’t been with a man in a while, and moreover, I hadn’t taken my time with a lover in longer than I cared to admit. “No, that’s not how this goes. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

“What does that mean? I don’t need anything fancy here. Just your cock in my—oh, my—oh, oh!”

I bent his knees to his chest like an accordion and flicked my tongue over the tip of Rafe’s dick, trailing along his length to tease his balls before licking his perineum. I batted his fingers out of the way and kissed the sensitive skin around his pucker, then plunged my tongue inside. He keened under me, jacking himself while I feasted on his ass.