Page 42 of The Roommate Game

I was in a sex haze. Nothing penetrated the carnal fog.

I was vaguely aware of Rafe chanting gibberish like, “Oh, that’s so good. Don’t stop,” as if I could. I’d officially lost my inhibitions and any last shred of common sense, but I didn’t care. He smelled and tasted like something I’d been missing for far too long…and a hint of lube. That was okay by me. I didn’t know if I’d ever get this chance again, and I was determined to make the most of it.

So if I played with his balls as I ate his ass, that was just me getting to know his body. And if I slipped two fingers into hishole and massaged his prostate while I sucked his cock, that was me getting a little greedy. Thankfully, I listened when he warned me he was too close.

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with my forearm. I was about to reach for the condom on the nightstand, but Rafe pushed me off him and rolled us over. I was much bigger than Rafe, which meant he was stronger than he seemed by a long shot. I was about to comment on his strength and speed, but his lips were wrapped around my dick before I could even blink.

“Christ, what are you doing?”

Rafe bobbed and stroked, releasing me with a pop and a half laugh. “Sucking your cock, genius.”

And damn, he was good at it. The onslaught of sensation was almost too much. My brain short-circuited the second he tore open the condom packet and rolled the latex onto my shaft. He added more lube and straddled my torso and lined my sheathed cock at his entrance, planting his free hand on my pecs.

“Damn, you’re killin’ me.”

Rafe just smiled and slowly sank onto my rigid pole, inch by glorious fucking inch. I stared up at him in awe, admiring the flex of his abs, the jut of his cock, and the clear string of precum dripping from his tip as he struggled to relax.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he panted once he was fully seated.

“Mmhmm. Ride me, hot stuff. Move, or I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”

Rafe rolled his hips. “Not yet. I like this.”

Me too.

I liked it a lot. And I didn’t mind that he was a thousand percent in control. Rafe dug his knees into the mattress, holding my shoulders for purchase as he took off, slowly at first and then he was riding me like a bucking bronco in a honky-tonk bar.

I let him do whatever the hell he wanted…for a while, anyway. The view was gorgeous and Rafe seemed to like the wayI stroked him, occasionally stopping to suck his precum off my thumb or tweak his nipples.

And he definitely liked my dirty talk.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Squeeze my cock with that tight ass. So fucking good.”

Not exactly poetry, but it spurred him on.

As Rafe’s rhythm faltered, I took over, pulling him against me and switching positions. I kissed him hard and deep, pistoning my hips savagely. The steadythumpof the headboard comingled with grunts and soft cries for “more, more, more” until he wedged his hand between our sweat-slicked bodies and jerked himself to the finish line.

“I’m coming! Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

I was half a beat behind him, roaring as my orgasm pummeled me like a renegade wave.

Resurfacing to planet Earth took a while. First, I had to catch my breath and second…I had to figure out how to play this. Cool and casual was the best method. I didn’t want this to get weird. We weren’t going to become overnight besties or hell…boyfriends, but I certainly didn’t want any post-coitus regret.

To suggest this wasn’t my area of expertise was an understatement. I didn’t linger after sex. Ever. I was usually anxious to move along before I did or said anything to expose myself as an opportunistic asshole with substance issues. But there was nowhere to hide here. This was my house, and I fucking lived with Rafe. We had a few walls between us at best and no other roommates to run interference. Just us.

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have taken the potential fallout into account, but I’d been in a daze since he’d come out of the dressing room in that slinky fabric and when he’d kiss-attacked me in the parking lot…well, here we were, naked and covered in sweat and cum.

I sat up gingerly, surveying the wreckage of tangled bedsheets and clothes strewn across the colorful space.

“We made a mess,” I commented, braving a glance at Rafe lying beside me with his eyes closed.

His hair stood on end, his spent cock drooped to the left, and if I wasn’t mistaken, that was a hickey on his collarbone.Oops.

Rafe opened his eyes one at a time, and grinned, slow and satisfied. Like a cat who’d caught a canary and scored a generous helping of catnip for dessert too.

“Worth it.” He propped himself on his elbows and lightly kicked my shin. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not going to get ideas, Gus.”