Page 29 of The Roommate Situation

When I get out of the shower I see a pair of lacy yellow panties folded neatly on the counter with one of Parker’s T-shirts underneath. I grin and dry myself off before slipping into them. The panties are lace in the back and don’t quite cover my ass cheeks all the way, and satin in the front. They’re incredibly soft and I feel sexy as hell wearing them. I bite my lip when I look in the mirror and see the marks he left. There’s half a dozen of them scattered along my belly and torso, and I fucking love it. Might have to stay away from crop tops in public for a while, though. And I know if Jackson or Lucy saw them I would never hear the end of it.

I slip into Parker’s shirt, which smells like him. It makes me want to lift it to my nose and breathe it in, so I do. It’s huge on me, hitting me a couple of inches above the knees, the sleeves reaching my elbows. It’s nothing special, just plain black, but I love it.

I make my way out of the bathroom and find Parker sitting on the couch, reading. He looks up at me and his cheeks pinken. I grin and bite my lip.

“You look good,” he tells me. “Wanna watch something?”

Yes. But what I really want to do is show off my panties. Does he not want to see them? Or is he just too much of a gentleman to ask? Is offering to show my roommate my panties slutty, or inappropriate? I don’t know, but I find myself not caring. I’ve dealt with too much shame over sex, feeling like I wasn’t good enough, like my body wasn’t good enough, like I didn’t deserve to feel good or feel sexy because that’s how Zach made me feel whenever we were together, especially the last few months, and I’m done with it. So even though I’m a little nervous, I say, “Can I…can I show you my panties first?”

My skin prickles with nerves, but they disappear when he stares at me and says, “You want to?”

I nod.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says in that low rumble that has a shiver running down my spine and my cock twitching. God he has to stop using that voice, stop looking at me the way he is, or I’ll run out of panties really fast. “I don’t think I’ll ever not want to see you in your panties, little rabbit.”

I grin and flush as I reach down and raise the shirt he gave me, swaying my hips slightly and moving closer to him as I showcase my panties.

“Holy guacamole,” he breathes, and I see his dick thickening in his sweats. “You’re so fucking pretty, short stack.”

I turn so he can see the way the lace lays against my cheeks, and I hear an audible groan. Then his hands are gripping my waist and he’s hauling me back. I gasp, laughing as I land on his lap, my legs spread so I’m straddling him backwards, then moan when his lips press against my neck and he breathes me in. My dick jumps to life and I reach my arm back, wrapping it around his neck as he sucks and nibbles on my neck and shoulder.

“Fucking fruitcake, I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs. His hands skate under my shirt and rest against my belly, holding me to him as I moan, one hand moving up my body and rubbing my nipple, making me buck and shout. He purrs against my neck, then licks the skin there before nibbling again, while at the same time pinching my nipple ever so slightly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” I cry. “Parker, fuck.” I had no intention of going another round but god, this feels good, and I can’t stop. I’ve never been touched like this before. And those sounds he told me he wanted to hear, they are leaving my mouth unbidden now. “Oh, god, oh, fuck, nnnggg.” I thrust my hips forward, searching for friction and the hand that was resting against mybelly moves down, sliding inside my panties and gripping me. I let out something between a wail and a moan as he plays with my dick and balls, his other hand now rubbing circles on my nipple, making my cock jerk, his mouth an incessant force on my neck and shoulder as he sucks and licks.

“That’s it, little rabbit,” he murmurs. “Make all the pretty noises for me.”

My entire body shudders at his words, my cock throbbing. I feel his hard dick against my ass and rut back against it, then thrust forward into his hand. He groans as I repeat the motion over and over. “More,” I whine. “God, Parker, please, I need more.” I’m fucking close to tears with how incredible this feels and I want to come so badly but I don’t want it to be over.

He strokes me faster and harder, thrusting into me and pinching my nipple as he bites down on my neck, and my orgasm rolls through me in waves, my spunk shooting out all over his hand and drenching my panties once again.

I hear him let out a groan and feel his body tensing underneath me, then a pool of warmth against my backside before he relaxes. He chuckles against my neck. “Sorry. Maybe you should wear less sexy panties, or not show me the next pair.”

I grin, still trying to catch my breath. “Don’t ever apologize for making me come that hard,” I tell him, and he laughs, kissing my hair. His hand slides out of my panties and I stand. Then we both head into our rooms to change. I slide into another pair of panties. These are bright pink, and I tell myself I won’t show Parker. I’ve come three times today already, and I don’t think I have a fourth orgasm in me anyway. The shirt Parker lent me is damp with sweat, but no cum got on it, so I leave it and head back out to the living room.

Parker has changed, too, and I curl up against him on the sofa as he turns on Netflix.

When our movie is over he kisses the side of my head and says, “You’re welcome to sleep in my bed again tonight, or any night for that matter. But no pressure. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I’d like to sleep in your bed,” I tell him, and he beams at me. “Just let me brush my teeth first? And put on a nasal strip. And grab my sleep mask.”

When I get to his room a few minutes later he’s in bed already, his shirt off, and I climb in next to him, scooting over and resting my head against his chest after removing my glasses and setting them on the nightstand. My sleep mask is on and resting on my forehead for now. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.

“Night, little rabbit,” he coos in my ear.

“Night,” I reply and pull my mask over my eyes before I drift to sleep.

PARKER

I wake before Rory the next morning. He fell asleep against me last night, but we moved around a bit and I ended up spooning him. I drink in his pumpkin and nutmeg scent as I slip my hand under his shirt, which has ridden up considerably in his sleep and is now bunched up just above his panties. I trace my fingers over his flat belly and along his abdomen, and he squirms. I lean in and nibble on his ear, making him shudder.

“Morning, cutie pie.” He moans and presses his tushy against my crotch, rubbing against my rapidly hardening dick.

“More,” he whines. Christ on a cracker. I can’t believe anyone ever thought he was anything but a fucking dream in bed, because I can’t get enough of his sweet noises and neediness. I’mso honored that he wants to share this part of himself with me, and I will always make sure he knows how perfect he is. I love seeing my marks on his body; his neck, shoulder and belly, and it just makes me want him all over again.

I lick at the spots on his neck and shoulder where I left marks yesterday, then suck and bite, leaving a few new ones as he moans and gasps, his perky little ass pushing against me again and again, making me harder and harder. “You taste amazing, little rabbit,” I tell him. “Look so good covered in my marks.”

“Parker,” he moans, bringing his arm up and gripping the back of my neck. I trace my fingers around his belly button and then bite down lightly on his earlobe, and he shudders, bucking his hips forward. Then he’s rolling over and shoving me on my back before he straddles me. The T-shirt of mine he’s wearing is pooled around his thighs as he sits on top of me and I grin at the sight of his nasal strip across his nose, his kitty cat mask on his forehead, and his mussed up curls. But the best part is the fact that he’s hard and his cute little dick is tenting the T-shirt. He’s the cutest thing on the planet.

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