Page 54 of The Roommate Game

Rafe didn’t protest, but he gave me a WTF look when I stopped behind a plastic plant. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Rafe widened his eyes. “Now? Everyone will be looking for you.”

“They can wait. What about Eli? Can you get rid of him?”

“Yeah, we didn’t come together, but?—”

“Good. I want you.”

He nodded. “Meet you outside.”

My truck was at the rink, so we took Rafe’s old beater and navigated the empty streets toward the Bluffs…at a fucking snail’s pace.

“Pedal to the metal, Rafey. I have blue balls, and you’re torturing me with slow driving and sappy music,” I huffed, slumping in the passenger seat of Rafe’s car.

“Don’t you dare diss Sarah McLachlan. I love her.”

“I can’t decide if you’re an old soul or if you’re a middle-aged woman disguised as a college student.”

Rafe barked a laugh. “That would make me a cougar, and you’d be my boy toy.”

“Boy toy?” I snickered. “And how does that work?”

“I think I call the shots and boss you around. I can work with that,” he teased.

“Another time. Did I mention my blue balls? My dick is suffocating.” I unfastened my seat belt as he whizzed down Milton Street and soon had my jeans open and shoved low enough that I could free my cock while Rafe sputtered in shock beside me.

“What are you—you can’t do that! Put your clothes on,” he growled through his teeth. “You’re going to get us arrested.”

“Nah. Everyone in this whole town is at Vincento’s. Even the cops.”

More sputtering. On the upside, he punched the gas and sped through a yellow streetlight. But this was still Rafe we were talking about. He had questions.

“This is a big night for you. Shouldn’t you be with your friends?”

“No, I want to be with you. Thanks for coming tonight,” I said, lazily stroking my cock.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have missed it. We were sitting next to a—” He cast a quick glance at my crotch. “Oh, my God. I can’t talk to you like this. Put your penis back in your pants.”

I snickered. “I can’t get my zipper over this python. Drive faster.”

He did.

And the second he pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine, Rafe undid his seat belt, lunged across the console, and swallowed me whole. I inhaled sharply, shocked into silence as he bobbed his head on my lap. He released me, his hand still gripping my pole as he met my eyes.

“You have to fuck me.”

“I plan on it, baby.” I kissed him roughly, biting his bottom lip and dragging it between my teeth. “C’mon.”

We made it inside the house, tripping and bouncing off the walls in an effort to shed our clothes without losing physical contact. Shirts and jackets gone, shoes off, jeans hiked around our knees. We rutted like animals with roving hands, our tongues twisting greedily. I stumbled near the stairs, holding Rafe to cushion his fall, never stopping the urgent thrust of my hips.

He pushed me away, wordlessly turned to kneel on the steps as he lowered his boxer briefs, and presented his gorgeous ass to me like a gift.

“What are you waiting for?” Rafe purred.

“Lube. Stay.”