Page 45 of The Roommate Situation

PARKER

Rory and I find several moments over the next few days to “take a nap” so we can have an excuse to go into his room and make out. And we may run errands together so we can find secluded spots to fuck. I’m loving being with him and his family, but I can’t go days at a time without touching him or I’ll go nutsy cuckoo. I know it’s fast, but I’m falling for him harder and harder, and seeing him with his family, in this new environment, is just solidifying those feelings.

The day after Thanksgiving we set up the tree just like he said we would, and even though I didn’t feel like I should be joining in on a family moment and was content to sit and watch, sippinghot chocolate, both Frank and Delilah insisted that I am “part of the family” and practically shoved ornaments into my hands. Ava and Addison were all too eager to have me help, and I even picked them up so they could reach the tallest branches on the trees, which had them squealing with glee.

Rory looked at me in a way I’d never seen before, stars shining in his eyes and his cheeks rosy. I took him up to his room afterwards and we rutted against each other, our lips locked, until we both came in our pants. We cleaned up and then I held him as we napped. I can’t help smiling at the fact that even though the air mattress can’t be as comfortable as his bed, he’s still sleeping on it with me because he wants to be close.

We made the turkey cookies from Oreos, candy corn and Reese’s cups, and then Rory coaxed me into baking my cupcakes for the tea party we had with the twins. I think maybe he just wanted an excuse to leave the house and pick up ingredients so we could have another chance to make out, but I was completely on board with that.

Right now he’s straddling me in the backseat of my car and whimpering as I grip us and stroke us together. The dry humping we’ve done in his room is great, but it’s risky and he always struggles to be quiet, which I know makes him nervous, and then he doesn’t enjoy himself as much. It’s also fast, and while I can’t complain about any moment I have with Rory, I like not feeling rushed, so finding moments to leave the house is essential, and I am drinking up his sexy as fuck noises now. I can’t get enough of them.

“Oh fuck,” he mewls as he watches me, bucking his hips, my hand tight around us as I stroke us in tandem. We’re both mostly dressed, with just our pants down slightly and our dicks out, and I really wish we could be naked, but again, risky. And I don’t want to make Rory nervous.

His bright pink thong is under his balls and the thin straps are stretched across his hips. His hair is mussed, his glasses fogged up, and his lips swollen and puffy from our kissing. It’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I grip his plump little ass with my other hand and squeeze and he moans, gripping my shoulders harder and thrusting into my hand faster, his dick sliding along mine and making me shiver.

“You feel amazing, freckles,” I tell him, out of breath. “Love your cock so much.” His dick jerks in my grip and precum oozes out. I stroke us faster and harder, the glide slick with lube and precum.

“Oh, god,” he moans, his head thrown back and his gorgeous neck on display. I growl and lick it, then bite down as he shakes. “Oh, fuck. Yes. God, yes, Parker. Don’t stop. I’m so close. So good.”

“Fuck, little rabbit, you drive me insane. So fucking pretty.” I nibble on his collarbone as I stroke us and feel my own climax building.

“Again,” he begs and I lick his neck before biting down again. His orgasm erupts, cum shooting out and coating my hands and dick. I release him as he trembles and then I stroke myself while he watches.

I’m coming seconds later, spraying across his dick and balls as I howl his name. We rest for a moment before cleaning up with some wipes and tucking ourselves away again. Then we sit in the car and snuggle for a little bit.

“I know we haven’t done any more anal sex yet, since we’ve been here,” he says, “but I would be up for more when we get back home.”

He looks up at me and I straighten out his glasses, making him grin. I kiss the top of his head. “Me, too.”

On Sunday we say goodbye to Rory’s family in the driveway, and the twins and Delilah have tears in their eyes. Oreo is there, too, tail wagging like crazy and tongue out as she weaves in between all of us, demanding attention. I crouch and scratch behind her ears. She licks my face.

“Thanks for sharing your family with me,” I tell her. She licks me again and I laugh as I push myself back to my feet.

“Don’t be a stranger around here,” Frank says as he shakes my hand. “We loved having you and you’re welcome any time.”

“Don’t go!” Ava cries as she hugs Rory tightly.

“I’ll be back in three weeks,” he promises.

“With Parker?” Addison asks in her soft voice. My chest squeezes at the disappointment on her face when Rory shakes his head.

“I’ll be with my family for Christmas,” I tell her. Ava crosses her arms and pouts and I think Addison might cry for real this time. She throws her arms around me, her head against my stomach as she squeezes me. “I had a lot of fun with you guys, though. Maybe I can come back over another break. And if it’s okay with your parents I can say hi to you when Rory talks to you on the phone.”

Addison looks up at me with those big brown eyes. Then back at Delilah.

“Mommy, can we talk to Parker on the phone?”

“I think that would be fine, dear,” she says, smiling and gesturing for her daughter to step back. “Now, let’s let them go. They have to get back.”

Addison gives me one more squeeze and then steps away. They’re waving as we get into the car and pull out of the driveway, and they keep waving until we’re out of sight.

I take Rory’s hand as he wipes a tear from his cheek. “You’ve got an amazing family,” I tell him.

“I do,” he agrees.

FIFTEEN

PARKER

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