Page 46 of The Roommate Situation

We’re both incredibly busy over the next few weeks, finishing up papers and projects, and studying for final exams. Rory is spending a good chunk of his time in the art studio, working on his final project for the semester in one of his Illustration courses, and we haven’t seen much of each other.

We’ve only had sex a handful of times since we returned from Thanksgiving break, and I’m missing him like crazy. Not just his cute little dick inside me making me blow my load, which we’ve done a few more times now, but everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his shyness outside the bedroom and his confidence in it. His humor, his tenderness, those adorable freckles, the way he scrunches up his nose. The way he smells and the feel of him in my arms. The way his curls tickle my chin when we’re snuggling in bed or on the couch. And the thought of being away from him for two more weeks over Christmas break is making me so sad I’m baking up a storm in whatever spare time I have.

Rory has asked me if I’m okay, which is a fair question when he comes home and sees two dozen cupcakes and just as many cookies decorating the kitchen counters, along with banana bread and brownies. I tell him I’m just stressed about final exams because admitting how much I miss him and don’t want to be away from him over break might scare him if he’s not feeling the same.

He coaxes me into the bedroom after dinner two nights before break and my dick is hard in an instant when he starts to strip. His red suspenders fall off his shoulders and he shimmies out of his pants, then removes his bowtie and unbuttons his shirt, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widen. The panties I was expecting, but the rest of it is enough to make me almost come on the spot. He’s standing in front of me in a lacy red thong, his cock hard and his face flushed. There’s a wet spot forming on his panties already. But the thing that’s new is the lacy red bra he’s got on, and the sexy as hell red thigh high tights that have lace along the top. I’m actually speechless, but my dick is so fucking hard it hurts as he sashays towards me where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, and just the way he’s looking at me has my cock throbbing in my jeans. “And I thought maybe I could give you an early Christmas present. Help you relax a little and give the oven a break.”

I chuckle and flush, but he’s smiling and presses a kiss to my lips that quickly becomes more heated as he climbs onto my lap and straddles me. I moan as he tilts my head back and slides his tongue down my throat, his fingers gripping my hair as I move my hands to his ass and grip his cheeks. He loves when I play with his ass.

Sure enough, he moans into my mouth and juts his ass out to fill my palms, kissing me harder.

I want to tell him so badly how I feel and it’s on the tip of my tongue, but when I pull away from the kiss I say, “I need to get naked.”

He nods and climbs off of me so I can strip, and then I’m taking him in my arms and lifting him, his legs wrapped around me. I remove his glasses and set them on the dresser before I carry him to the bed and lower him onto it, his legs still wrapped around me. I love the feel of his silky tights against my skin and I shiver.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” I say, staring into his vivid blue eyes as he gazes up at me, brown curls falling over his forehead. I kiss him again, and when I pull away, I reach for the lube and condoms in the nightstand. His hand grips my wrist and I meet his gaze again.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says. “I think I want to try bottoming, with you.”

I stare at him, my heart pounding and my dick leaking precum onto his belly. “Really?” I ask. “You know I’m perfectly happy with what we’re doing.”

“I know,” he tells me. “But I want this. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

“Oh fuck,” I whisper. I kiss him languidly and when I pull away say, “I’ll be gentle. I’ll take care of you, little rabbit. I promise.”

“I know you will,” he says, and my heart flutters. I kneel, then reach up and grip the waistband of his thong, pulling it over his erection and down, sliding it off his legs and tossing it to the floor. My gaze tracks over him, the silky tights, that cute as fuck dick, the lacy bra, the adorable freckle scattered face, and my breath catches in my throat at how much he means to me. When I speak again, my voice is rough, and barely a whisper.

“I’ll stretch you like this,” I tell him, “but I think you should ride me, then you can control it more.”

He nods, and I slide my hands along his thighs and his belly, drinking him in. I lean forward and press kisses to his abdomen, working my way down to his tummy, right above his dick. I slide my tongue inside his belly button and he sucks in a breath, his stomach sinking in and his body starting to tremble. I press kisses to his hips and thighs, feeling the silky material of his tights against my cheek. Then I move up again and press even more kisses to his cock, and it twitches each and every time as Rory gasps, my name spilling from his lips as his precum slicks up my lips. He tugs on my arms and whines, and when I see the look in his eyes, my breath catches.

He doesn’t speak again, just tugs once more and I move up again and press my lips to his. He whimpers again as I slide my tongue in his mouth and his legs come around me again, his fingers tangling in my hair. I slide my hand up his stomach slowly, and then under the band of his bra. He gasps into my mouth as I play with his nipples.

“Parker,” he whines, making my cock throb. “Please.”

“Fuck, little rabbit. Can’t get enough of you.”

He whimpers again and bucks his hips up, his arms above his head. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this, and I’m overwhelmed that he is giving me control. I grip his chin and slant my lips over his again, kissing him hard as he rubs up against me, whimpering and moaning into my mouth. When I pull away, his lips are swollen and his eyes are lust blown.

“Need you,” he says. “Fuck me.”

“Jesus, freckles.” I kiss him again before I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and slick up my fingers. I don’t say anything. He spreads his legs for me and a shiver races down my spine at the sight of his gorgeous little pucker fluttering in anticipation. I can’t help it, I lower myself and slide my tongue along his taint, gripping his thighs and spreading his cheeks, the lube on my fingers getting on his tights.

“Oh, sorry,” I murmur, and he almost snarls at me as he grips his legs and spreads them wider.

“Get back down there, goddamn it, and do that again.”

I grin and return to my task, licking and sucking on his hole as he curses and repeats my name again and again. I slide my tongue inside and he mewls.

“Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop. Stop.” I pull out and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. He’s breathing heavily and his eyes are lidded, his skin flushed. “Fuck, I almost came.”

I grin again and kiss his cock. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

He shakes his head. “I want your cock. I don’t want to come until it’s buried inside me.” He spreads his legs again and I add more lube to my fingers before sliding inside him slowly.

“Oh, god, yes.” His head falls back, his neck muscles straining and his mouth parted in bliss. I slide my finger in and out before pegging his prostate and watching him shudder. “Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good. Oh fuck, Parker.” I add a second finger and scissor them, and he whimpers.

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