Page 64 of Tapped By My Roommate
“It’s fine,” he murmured. Then, without prompting, he speared his fingers into my hair and tugged me into a fiery kiss. I loved it when Ethan got desperate enough to lose that edge of hesitation.
He shifted his hips, providing delicious friction, and whimpered against my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered between kisses. “Just rub your sexy body on me. That’s perfect.”
I rocked my hips too, thrusting my length along his. The lube smoothed the way so that our cocks could kiss and bump and slide smoothly between us. I freed one hand to brush a thumb over his pink, pebbled nipple. I gently pinched and rolled it while rocking my hips. Then switched to his other nipple, making him moan and arch toward me as I gave it the same treatment.
Ethan slid his hands down my back, clutching my ass, urging me on.
I quickened my thrusts, rocking our bodies together. I’d started more slowly, intent on a sensual journey rather than a race, but my body grew impatient as Ethan pulled me harder against him. My baser urges took over, and I started rutting mindlessly, chasing the climax that hovered just out of reach.
“You feel so good,” I muttered. “Love your hands on me.”
Ethan pulled up his legs, cradling me and meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Love your body,” he murmured. “You’re so hard everywhere.”
“You’re hard too,” I said, squeezing a hand between our bodies to grip our cocks. I pressed them together, barely able to contain them, their combined girth so wide.
Ethan helped me encircle our shafts. One tight squeeze, and he gasped, mouth going slack, as he spurted between us. His cum was warm and slick, and I fucked through the coating in our fists, groaning.
Ethan hissed as I overstimulated his spent cock, but he didn’t stop me, instead squeezing my ass hard with his free hand, urging me to rock harder and faster until I barked a cry against his throat, coming with a full-body spasm.
We trembled and breathed together for a few minutes, each of us coming down from the orgasm high.
“Wow,” Ethan eventually mumbled. “That wasn’t how I imagined it.”
“What wasn’t?”
“Frotting,” he said. “I thought it’d be… I don’t know. Less, somehow.”
I dropped a kiss to his shoulder and rolled off him with a tired sigh. Now that I’d finally come, my eyelids were heavy, and days of too little sleep were catching up with me.
“It’s always more with you,” I mumbled, hardly aware of what I was saying.
There was a beat of silence. “Rhett?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you falling asleep?”
“Mm…” No other response came to me. I drifted drowsily, faintly aware of Ethan shifting, and a damp cloth dragging over me.
Then Ethan’s voice, whisper soft. “I’ll take care of you for a change.”
17
RHETT
Iwoke slowly, surfacing from consciousness with a feeling of warmth and contentment. A heavy weight pressed on my upper right chest, but it didn’t bother me. My arms tightened in a hug around…notmy body pillow.
Ethan. Amazing sex. Incredible closeness. His bed.
I opened my eyes, smiling to see his messy bed head resting on me, hair spilling over to tickle my collarbone. He was snoring quietly, but it was more cute than disruptive. I’d never seen him sleep before. Not only because I’d never stayed in his bed, but because he was an early riser. I’d gone to sleep earlier than usual for me, lulled into it by an amazing orgasm and Ethan’s superior sheets.
I was used to snatching only four or five hours, and now I felt wide awake. But I didn’t want to wake Ethan, even if he did look edible. I shifted a little, and he rolled away with a sigh, settling on his own pillow.
I gazed at him, noting the gold glimmer in his eye lashes, the high cheekbones and faint stubble that lined his jaw. Ethan barely had to shave from the looks of it. His chest was smooth, too. But there was still my favorite little trail to heaven starting just above his belly button. Ethan might be insecure about his lack of muscle—and he was slender and willowy—but there was a definite appeal to that. I liked the way his skin looked tight over his chest, his collarbones sharp and jutting. I could clearly see his broader shoulders narrow to a slim waist, where the blankets pooled. The concave curve of torso to hips to the sweet swell of his ass.
