Page 55 of The Roommate Game

Yeah, my vocabulary had been reduced to early caveman speak, but that couldn’t be helped. I shucked off my jeans and boxer briefs, and hurried to find some lube. I returned to find Rafe with his thighs spread, two fingers in his hole.

“Mmm, hurry.”

I uncapped the lube, slicked my fingers, and slid them in beside his, loving his low throaty groan. When I was sure he was stretched and ready, I tapped my cock on his pucker and eased inside his tight channel.

“You feel fucking perfect…so good.”

We fucked hard, fast, and wild. There was nothing sweet or remotely tender in the act. It was pure and simple release. I might have felt guilty or worried I was too rough, but Rafe demanded more and more. He reached back to dig his fingernails into my flank, moaning my name like a prayer or a curse as he jerked himself with his free hand.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, there…yes, I’m?—”

His hole spasmed around my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stave off the inevitable fall. I bucked my hips, filling him with everything I had in me.

I gently pulled out, bracing my weight on the railing. “I wish you could see this view, baby. My cum is trickling out of your hole. Day-um.”

Rafe snort-laughed. “That’s so gross.”

“No, it’s hot.” I ran my fingers through the trail of cum and traced a heart on his right butt cheek.

“Are you really drawing on my ass?”

I hummed and wrote “mine” on the other cheek, then smacked it lightly and stood on shaky legs. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll grab a towel.”

We cleaned up and sat on the stairs, side by side. The fine hair on his upper thigh and forearm tickled mine. I could smell the remnants of aftershave and soap mixed with the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat.Mmm.So good. My bones ached and my muscles were sore all over, but I’d never felt better.

Rafe rested his head on my shoulder briefly. “You had a great game tonight. I’m sorry you didn’t win.”

“Me too. It’s official now…I’m done playing hockey. Kinda surreal.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’ve had some time to process the inevitable. It’s scary to do with a clear mind, but it is what it is, and it’s not like I don’t have prospects.” I rubbed Rafe’s knee, unthinking, and told him about my chat with Coach Beekman.

Rafe grinned. “That’s amazing. Sounds like you have a job.”

“Not quite. I have to formally interview, and there might be better qualified candidates. It’s just nice to have Coach’s support. That means a lot. Especially since I know I haven’t always been an exemplary role model.”

“You?” he chided sarcastically.

“Hey, I’m a reformed asshole. At least I’m giving it a shot.”

Rafe laced our fingers. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re going to be amazing.”

I kissed his temple. “Thanks, but we’re done worrying about me. Let’s concentrate on you now.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re gonna shake out the yips and get you into those championships.”

He sighed. “I hope so.”

“No, no, no. It’s happening.”

“How? I can’t skip stones all day, Gus.”

“I’m no one-trick pony. I’ve got other methods. You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

Rafe cocked his brow in amusement. “Well, I don’t have any better ideas, so why not?”