Page 53 of Tapped By My Roommate
For once, Ethan didn’t rush off the second the orgasms happened. He looked down at his cum-covered hand, not disgusted, but more curious. Then he tentatively licked up a drop of my cum.
It was so hot, I kissed him again, then raised his hand to lick my cum from his fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, like he did whenever he was unbearably turned on.
I considered another round of sex—maybe I could teach him the art of the sixty-nine—but my phone rang, intruding rudely on the moment.
Ethan pulled his hand away, looking startled.
I chuckled. “It’s not the cum police. You don’t have to look like you’re about to be busted for nastiness.”
Ethan turned red, but he didn’t cite Rule Five. It was progress.
“Very funny,” he mumbled.
“It is,” I assured him as I shifted to tug my phone from my back pocket.
Luckily, I hadn’t butt dialed someone; they’d have gotten quite the earful as I talked Ethan through his first time giving a blow job.Damn. He’d surprised me. Ethan hadn’t been hesitant or shy about putting his mouth on my dick. He’d been into it.
And he hadn’t been some messy, eager guy gobbling my dick either, but incredibly thoughtful and focused. He’d tried a lot of different moves, some of them things I’d done, and he’d assessed the results and then tried again. It was very Ethan. He was the type of guy to blow you smarter, not harder. That thought was enough to make me grin as I answered my sister’s call.
“Audrey, what’s up? Driving lesson istomorrow.”
“Rhett.” She gave a little sob. “I need a ride home. Can you come get me?”
I straightened, all my senses on alert at the distressed tone in her voice. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Ethan placed a hand on my leg, squeezing gently. I forced myself to let out a breath as my sister cried quietly on the other end of the line.
“My date dumped me for some other girl, and my best friend left without me, and I couldn’t stay at thathorribleparty.”
A relieved breath escaped me. Oh, thank fuck. It was teen drama. My sister hadn’t been roofied or assaulted. She’d been rejected, which felt like shit, but it wasn’t a trauma that would haunt her for years.
“I started walking,” she said, “but it’s so dark—”
“Audrey Nicole Hayes,” I said sternly, sounding just like my mother. “You did not try to walk home alone at night!”
“I’m sorry!” She broke into a fresh round of sobbing. “I don’t have my license, and I couldn’t stay there, Rhett. I couldn’t!”
“Okay, okay,” I said, trying to soothe her. “I’ll come get you. Tell me where you are.”
“East side of town in that expensive residential neighborhood. I think there’s some restaurants a couple blocks from me. A, um, Rudy’s Diner? And like that strip mall thing?”
“Okay, yeah, I know where you are. Go to the diner. Order something to eat. And wait there, okay?”
She sniffed. “Okay.”
“Don’t talk to anybody.”
“Can I talk to the waitress? Is that okay with you?” she snarked.
I stood up, sweeping my gaze over the room in search of my keys. Ethan stood by the door, raising his keys in question. I could drive myself, but Audrey was still talking to me, and I wanted to keep her on the phone, so I shrugged and nodded.
Ethan grabbed our coats, and I followed him into the hall.
“Audrey, I’m not the enemy.”
“Sorry,” she muttered.
