Page 27 of The Roommate Situation

I shake my head as he uses the dish rag in his hands to wipe the mess from my face. “You were amazing,” he tells me and I can’t help beaming.

“You wanna shower with me?” he asks. “Or by yourself. No pressure, of course.”

I smile. “I’d like that.” He helps me stand and we make our way to his room and the master bath. I stare at him as he turns the water on, that tight ass on display, the corded muscles of his back flexing with every movement.

“Damn,” I say, and he turns, grinning at me. I flush and bite my lip.

“Can I?” he asks, stepping closer and gripping my glasses. I nod, and he slides them off, setting them on the counter, before he grips the shirt I’m wearing, and meets my eyes. I nod again, and my flush deepens as I raise my arms. He slides the shirt up and off, letting it fall to the floor. I feel a bit self conscious standing in front of him naked. I know I’m scrawny. I don’t have muscles like he does and I definitely don’t have a six pack. But the way he’s looking at me tells me I don’t need any of that to be sexy in his eyes.

“Damn, little rabbit,” he says, his gaze heated once again. “I can’t get over how fucking pretty you are.” He bends to kiss me again and then tugs me into the shower.

We take our time rinsing off before Parker squirts some soap on his hand and starts to lather up my arms and shoulders. “This okay?” he asks. I nod. He moves his hands down my chest, bending over to reach my hips and belly. His hands are gentle, and I shiver as his breath ghosts over my naked skin. A gasp leaves me when his fingers caress my cock. He’s not trying to turn me on, but it feels good nonetheless. He cleans me, and it feels almost worshipful, the attention he lavishes on my dick and my balls. After all the comments Zach made about my small penis, I stopped even undressing with him in the room becauseI became so self-conscious about it, but once again Parker is turning the tables, showing me how much he adores those parts of me that Zach sneered at.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper when he sinks to his knees and soaps up my legs, and then my feet. He presses a kiss to my belly button and then my cock, and fuck, I’m going to cry again if he doesn’t stop being so damn perfect.

“Turn around,” he instructs, and I do. He gathers more soap on his hands and washes my back. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips when his hands reach my ass cheeks, kneading them, before I feel his lips against my ass and the scruff of his stubble, making me suck in a breath. He stands and presses a kiss to my neck. I shiver when he rumbles in my ear, “You’ve got the cutest little ass, freckles.”

I soap up my own hands next and wash him off. It takes longer because he’s so damn big, but I manage. Then we rinse off and step out. He hands me a towel, and when I’m dry I wrap it around my waist. “I’ll be right back,” I tell him. “I’m gonna go change.”

He nods and I slide my glasses back on before I head down the hall to my room. Holy shit. That just happened. All of it. I’ve been wanting it to happen for months and it did. We made out like teenagers and I came in my panties from rubbing off on him, and then I blew him, and holy fuck. Every single second of it was amazing.

I can’t stop smiling when I make it to my room and drop the towel. I’m about to slip into a pair of briefs when I remember Parker’s reaction to my panties yesterday, and the pair that’s still on the floor in the kitchen covered in my cum. I slip into a pair of sparkly turquoise panties that have a small bow in the front and are sheer in the back, making my ass look amazing.You’ve got the cutest little ass, freckles.

I pull on a pair of gray sweats and then a cropped T-shirt with a rainbow across the front, before picking up my towel and making my way back to his room. He’s dressed in sweats, too, and no shirt, water droplets falling from his hair and sliding down his torso, over his nipple, and along his abs, disappearing under the band of his sweats. Jesus.

“Damn,” he says when he sees me. I may have dressed like this on purpose after noticing the way he looked at me the last couple of times I wore crop tops, and I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face as he stares at me. “I love the bow ties and suspenders, little dude, but you look scrumptious like this, too.”

“Thank you,” I say. I pout slightly when he slips a shirt on, but don’t say anything. Asking him to walk around shirtless so that I can ogle him might be a little weird. And I probably wouldn’t get much homework done.

“Breakfast?” he says. I nod and we make our way to the kitchen. I flush when I see my panties still on the floor and bend over to pick them up, grinning at Parker because I can’t help myself. He grins back and his cheeks turn a rosy pink. I toss them in the wash along with my Halloween costume and set the washing machine to the delicate cycle.

After eating waffles and bacon, and finishing off two cups of coffee, I’m feeling a bit more like myself, and also very full, but I really don’t have too bad of a hangover. Just a mild headache.

We decide to make a grocery run, and when we get back and everything is unloaded, we take out our homework. We work separately for a while, me at the bar on my laptop and Parker on the couch with his, before we switch to reading and I shuffle over to him.

“Can I?” I ask, shyly, and he beams, patting his lap.

I settle on the couch with my head in his lap and he grins down at me, stroking his fingers through my hair. He continueshis gentle ministrations as we both read. I hum when he starts to scratch my scalp lightly. I remember when he gave me that scalp massage the night I felt so overwhelmed and overstimulated by the noise, and I sigh, closing my eyes and lowering my book.

He chuckles. “You like this, huh?”

I nod, opening my eyes. “It feels really good. Relaxing.”

He grins, then leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s way too short, but then he’s back to massaging my scalp and I close my eyes again.

“Hey, freckles,” I hear a moment later, and blink my eyes open as I feel fingers against my scalp again. “I gotta make dinner.”

“Hmm?” I say, blinking up at Parker. He grins at me.

“You fell asleep, little dude.”

“Oh, sorry,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

“No worries. You seemed like you needed it so I let you rest, but it’s six o’clock and I’m starving, and I gotta pee.”

I flush and grin, before sitting up and stretching. Parker’s gaze lands on my abdomen as my crop top rises, and my grin widens when his eyes darken. He clears his throat, then scoots off the couch and heads into his room.

He let me sleep for an hour on his lap. And I managed a nap even without having one of my nasal strips on, which rarely works. I must have been tired.

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