Page 6 of The Roommate Situation

He grabs my hand and pulls me around the corner and into the bathroom, not letting go until we’re in the furthest stall from the door. He closes and locks it before turning back to me, and God, I want to climb him like a tree. Those muscles are something else, and his hazel eyes are heated when they lock on mine, like he really wants this. Wants me. I don’t understand it but I would be foolish to analyze it too much.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his breathing picking up, and I notice the bulge in his tight jeans. God, he’s big. I lick my lips and nod, and not a second later his lips are on mine. I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him, but fuck, it’s worth it. His hands are so big they pretty much engulf my entire face as his warm, chapped lips slide over mine. I open for him the moment his tongue slides along my lower lip. God, he’s a good kisser. I don’t think Zach ever kissed me like this. He tastes like potato chips and lime and it’s addicting.

He presses me against the wall and I gasp when I feel his rock hard cock against my stomach. He smells like toasted marshmallows and vanilla and it makes my cock twitch. “Can I blow you?” he asks, pulling away, his pupils blown wide. My heart pounds a little harder. I’ve always been a bit self conscious about the size of my dick. It’s a little on the small side at only four and half inches, and Zach never failed to point that out,which just made it worse, but I want this. I need it, so hopefully if this guy is disappointed he’ll keep it to himself.

“Yes,” I reply, and he grins. Then he’s kissing me again and I have to hold back a whimper as his large fingers skate through my curls. God, this is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Why is it so different with him? So much better?

I almost whimper again when his mouth leaves mine and then laugh a little when he looks at my suspenders like he isn’t sure what to do with them. “These are adorable, but how do we get them off?” he asks.

I reach over and slide one of the straps off my shoulder, then the other, letting them fall to my sides. He flushes. “Oh, right. Thought I had to unhook them from your pants or something.”

I grip his face and pull him back to me, smiling, because he’s just too damn cute. I love that he’s so flustered he couldn’t figure out how to undress me. He lets me kiss him a few more times before he pulls away and sinks to his knees. Oh, God. My heart rate picks up again and sweat gathers on the back of my neck as he unzips my pants. I want this, I know I do, and he looks incredible on his knees in front of me.Fuck, if I’d wanted to hear my partner whining like a bitch when I fuck them I’d have gone to bed with a girl. You a fucking girl, Rory?

Don’t let him in your head, I tell myself.Don’t let him ruin this.

My pants fall to the floor and then he’s gripping my jockstrap and pulling it over my erection, letting it spring free. Precum is leaking out already, and he slides his tongue over the tip, lapping it up and moaning. It’s so fucking hot it makes my cock twitch. “Shit,” I whisper. His gaze meets mine and those hazel eyes are partially hooded, he looks so blissed out.

“God, you’re pretty,” he says, and I almost gasp, because it sounds so sincere, and I’ve never had a hookup, or even Zach, tell me that before. Zach told me I was cute on occasion, at thevery beginning of our relationship. My friends call me cute, but it’s the first time someone has used the word “pretty” to describe me, and I kind of like it. Okay, I really like it.

My cock twitches again and he grips it in one of his huge hands and laps at the tip over and over until I’m biting my lip and trying to keep from squirming or whimpering. “Fuck,” I mutter, when he licks from the base to the tip and then swallows me down. “God, that’s good.” He hums around me, making pleasure shoot straight to my balls. Then he’s gripping them in his other hand and rolling them, tugging gently as he takes me to the back of his throat. “Shit,” I gasp, unable to stop myself. God, his mouth is wicked. He bobs up and down on me for a few more seconds, then takes me to the back of his throat again, and I combust, biting my tongue to keep from crying out as my cock spurts load after load into his warm, wet mouth. I stare down at him as he swallows every last drop, then pops off of me and presses a kiss to my tip, before his eyes meet mine.

“Thank you,” are the words that come out of my mouth next, and then my cheeks heat as I groan at how stupid that was. What is wrong with me?

He smirks and chuckles a little. “You’re welcome, freckles.”

Okay, that’s a new one. I’m not sure what’s with the nicknames but I find myself liking them. He reaches up and adjusts my glasses on my nose so they aren’t sliding off, and I flush. “Can I?” I ask, even though my heart is still racing and my anxiety is picking up again.

He pulls my pants back up with him as he stands and tucks me back into my jock strap. “Sure can,” he says, grinning at me.

I lower myself to my knees in front of him and pop the button on his jeans. His erection is straining against his zipper and I see the large wet spot on his black boxer briefs when I tug his pants down. Wow, he’s even bigger than I thought. And I can’t get enough of that toasted marshmallow and vanilla scent. I findmyself burying my nose in his groin and inhaling, flushing when I feel his big paw on my head, gripping my curls.

“Damn, freckles,” he breathes as some of his precum slides across my cheek.

Don’t be such a fucking whore, Rory. It’s embarrassing. Just suck.

I pull back and take the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking around it. I want to moan at the feel and taste of him on my tongue, but I don’t. His grip on my hair loosens and I take him a little further.

You know with how messed up you are you’re lucky I ever gave you the time of day, let alone thought you were worth fucking. You can be someone else’s problem now, if you can find anyone who will tolerate you.

I take him deeper as tears sting my eyes, and it’s not from his size, or how full I feel with him inside me. I suck harder and he hisses, but I don’t let up.

It’s a good thing you have two holes cuz one of them is pretty useless, isn’t it?

More tears fall down my cheeks as my head bobs up and down on his cock.

A guy like you and a guy like me? You can’t seriously expect me to not get some action on the side now and again.

I gasp as I slide off of him and push myself to my feet. Tears are sliding down my cheeks and I don’t say a word before I’m unlocking the door and bolting from the bathroom.

THREE

RORY

“Shhh,” Lucy coos as I sob on her shoulder yet again. When I got out of the bathroom at the bar I rushed over to Jackson and he pulled me aside immediately when he saw how upset I was. We left with me barricading myself behind my two best friends so that the hottie I’d left mid blow job wouldn’t see me.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I sob. “I can’t get Zach out of my head and it’s ruining everything. God that was so embarrassing. He was so hot, and so sweet, and I am such a fuck up.”

“Okay,” Jackson says, sitting next to me. “We aren’t going to talk like that, babe. You had a bad moment, you’ll come back from it.” He pets my hair and I sniffle. “Have you blocked him yet?”

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