Page 102 of Tapped By My Roommate
My heart beat double time as we stumbled, while kissing, toward the bed. This was happening. I was opening myself to something real, something complex. Not just sexual gratification, but a relationship with emotions and expectations.
It should have been scary. Yet, it wasn’t. I wondered vaguely, in the back of my mind, what had taken me so long. Maybe my heart had always been open just a crack, waiting for the right person to come along and slip through.
Ethan brushed his lips along my jaw, down my neck, then across my bare shoulder. We’d gotten my shirt off. My shorts remained, but not for long. Ethan pushed at my waistband, and I paused to kick them off when they landed around my ankles. His deft fingers were already slipping under my boxer briefs. My cock was fully hard, tenting the fabric, and popped free to wave in the air between us.
Ethan’s gaze swept over me. “Love looking at you.”
“Yeah?” I said, trying to sound teasing but too revved up to pull it off. “What do you like most?”
His gaze dropped below my waist. I started to smirk.My dick. Not an entirely unexpected answer. He wet his lips and dropped to his knees in front of me. My breath caught, cock flooding with more heat and stiffening even further. It was like Pavlov’s dog, anticipating a treat. But to my surprise, Ethan grabbed my thighs, not my dick.
“These legs.” He glanced up at me, smiling shyly. “All that soccer, I guess? This was the first thing I noticed that should have been a sign I wasn’t so straight.”
Ethan squeezed my thighs, massaging lightly and stroking down to my calves. It felt good, but I was bemused. “My thighs? Really? Guess I better get back on the field. Haven’t been making practice lately.”
He sounded chastising when he said, “You could have asked me to drive you.”
I nodded once. Ethan was working on his challenges. He’d been the one to find the courage to tell me what he really wanted between us. That should have been me. For all my supposed confidence, I’d failed to make that leap. I wouldn’t fail this one. “I’ll do better.”
He pushed up, standing before me. Our eyes held. “You don’t have to dobetter. It’s not a flaw. I just want you to know you can count on me.”
My heart warmed. “I do.”
He smiled, setting off a whole flock of flutters in my chest. That smile, free of tension or nerves, meant everything to me. I had to kiss him again. And again.
By the time we made it to my bedside, we were both panting for breath. Ethan shoved me onto the mattress and climbed over me. If we hadn’t discussed it, I’d think he wanted to top me. But it wasn’t about sexual positions. It was just Ethan, finally feeling comfortable and assertive about taking what he wanted. I loved seeing him like this, so unguarded and trusting. Loved that he let down all his reservations for me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmured between kisses.
I shoved at his shirt, and Ethan pulled away. But instead of undressing, he climbed off the bed. I watched, confused, as he backed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
He held up a finger. “I, uh, need to prepare a little. I mean, I’ve never bottomed, but I’ve read about it. So…” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Shower.”
“Right, yeah.” I levered myself up on my elbows. “Do you need any tips?”
He hesitated, and I took that for permission. I pushed off the bed and padded over to him.
“Have you done any experimenting with…” I tried to think of a delicate way to put it and failed. “Your ass?”
He blushed. “Um, yeah. Some…fingers and stuff. Just recently. You know, just in case…” He groaned. “This is so not sexy.”
I kissed him quickly to reassure him. “Are you kidding? This is crazy sexy. Knowing you wanted me that much? Picturing you touching yourself while you thought about me, stretching your hole for me…”
“God,” he muttered, but there was a whole lot of lust mixed in with the embarrassment, so I pressed on.
“It’s so hot, Ethan. I want to feel that little hole stretch around my fingers, my cock. Do you want that?”
“Y-yes.”
“You sure? You sound nervous.”
His gaze flashed to mine. There was nervousness there, as I’d predicted, but determination too. “I want it,” he said firmly.
“Good. Then listen and learn.”
I bent my head to his ear and whispered a few words of advice about how best to prepare himself for me. He turned red, but he listened, nodding when I’d finished.
