Page 52 of Tapped By My Roommate
Rhett’s cheeks went the slightest bit pink. Had I managed to make him blush? Surely not. He knew he was hot. He’d been with so many guys. He called himself EasyLay on the Thrust app. This was not a blushing virgin. But still, his cheeks were pink.
He smiled tentatively. “You’ve never really said anything. I mean, when you weren’t drunk, anyway. You told me I was hot that night, but it seemed kind of objective. Like…you thought I was good looking, but you weren’t necessarilyintome.”
“I’m into you.” I grabbed his waist, tugging him toward me. His brief flash of insecurity—mostly caused by my inability to talk about what I wanted—gave me the courage to look up at him and honestly say, “You blow my mind, Rhett. You don’t need to worry. And I want you to get something out of this too.”
I rubbed my face over his jeans-covered dick, and he combed his fingers through my hair. “I do,” he murmured. “I get a lot out of being with you.”
“Show me what you like?” I asked, tugging open his jeans. “I’m not experienced, but I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh, baby, you will.”
I glanced up, caught off guard by the endearment, but his eyes were closed and he looked almost pained as he waited for me to make my move. I tugged down his underwear, grasped the base of his cock, and licked the tip.
Salty skin. A hint of cum. Nothing I hadn’t tasted before. I swiped my tongue over his head again, a more generous, wet lick this time, and felt his thighs go tense under my hands.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Lick me. Get me all wet so your lips can slide over me.”
I groaned and followed his instructions, feeling more turned on than embarrassed by his sex talk now. Maybe I could do this. Maybe I could make it good for him too.
The moan he let out as I took him into my mouth was a good sign. His cock on my tongue was a strangely comforting weight. He was thick, stretching my mouth’s limits, but I liked the idea of a part of him inside a part of me. It was intimate.
I looked up to find him staring down at me, his gaze hot and intense. He traced my lips with a fingertip. “You look good like this,” he said.
I waited, but he didn’t say what I wanted to hear. I made an inquisitive noise. He smiled down at me. “You actually want me to say something dirty?”
I drew back, until his cock popped free, and stroked him with a fist. “I want you to say something true,” I said, before sinking my mouth back over his thick shaft. I did my best to work him up and down, using lips and tongue and suction, like he had for me. It was trickier than it seemed. I was worried I’d graze him with my teeth. They were everywhere. And as soon as my air cut off, I tended to panic and back away, unable to take him into my throat. I was probably making a mess of this.
But then Rhett spoke again.
“Fuck, Ethan, you’re doing so good.” He hesitated. “You look perfect with my cock stuffing your mouth. Stretching your lips. Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are bright, and I think you love this. Don’t you?”
I gave a sound of affirmation, and he shuddered. “So perfect, babe. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I love it.”
Rhett guided me through it, using encouraging, sexy words of praise to make me feel great about myself. For the first time, I didn’t try to shut him down. I wanted to know what he thought. I wanted to hear his dirty praise, even if it made me blush.
When he warned me that he was about to come, I pulled off and worked him with my hand. “Not sure I’m ready for swallowing,” I said apologetically.
“Don’t care,” he said. “Your mouth has many uses.”
Then he bent and kissed me hard while thrusting his cock into my fist and coming with a groan.
I felt his mouth tremble against mine. Felt the quiver of his rock hard thigh under my left hand as his cock pulsed in my right.
We’d made each other come a bunch of times. I’d jerked him off, kissed him, seen him orgasm. But there was something different about tonight. Maybe it was because we’d finally talked about what I wanted. Maybe it was because we’d tried something new, moving into more intimate territory.
But I saw a hint of vulnerability in Rhett. In reassuring me, he’d exposed himself. And for once, I wasn’t the only one with emotions blinking in neon across my face.
I stood up, putting us at eye level, and kissed him again.
“That was amazing.”
He smiled. “Yeah. You should have told me about alligators’ erections a long time ago.”
I laughed and slugged his arm. “Shut up.”
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