Page 104 of Tapped By My Roommate
I bit my bottom lip. Stripping was a foregone conclusion. But doing it while he watched so intently was another level of nakedness.
Hesitantly, I slipped my thumbs under each side of my suspenders, preparing to slip them over my shoulders.
“Not too quickly,” Rhett said. “Let me enjoy it.”
Oh, god. I was so not the strip tease type. But the hopeful expression on his face mixed with his playful tone stopped me from refusing. He wouldn’t take it too seriously. He wanted this to be fun, not rigid.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded and slipped my left hand free of my suspenders. Instead of yanking them off quickly, I ran my thumb up and down under my right suspender, much as Rhett had. My nipples were already tight and aching from Rhett’s treatment, and each time my knuckle brushed my right one, my breathing hitched.
I could hardly look at him, but I shot a quick glance his way and slowly slipped my right suspender over my shoulder, then tugged it back.
“You tease,” he said, sounding delighted.
I repeated the move on the left side. Then, in a flash of inspiration, I spun around so he saw only my back, and let each suspender drop over my shoulders. Pulling my arms free was slightly less sexy, but I did my best. I lowered my hands to my jeans, popping open the buttons and easing them over the top of my ass.
Rhett groaned. “No underwear?”
I glanced over my shoulder, feeling coy. “Didn’t see the point.”
He licked his bottom lip. “Turn around.”
I was more at ease facing away, but I couldn’t refuse him when he sounded so damn turned on. Turned on for me. The dorky roommate who was better with academics than people. How had I landed this amazing guy? I still wasn’t sure, but I was so grateful. Rhett was the whole package: gorgeous, sexy, confident—but caring, generous, and kind, too. I’d won the boyfriend lottery. Because that’s what he was now, right? He was my boyfriend.
I turned to face him. To face my boyfriend.
My heart fluttered as he looked at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. “Take off your pants and get in this bed. I can’t wait anymore.”
All thoughts of a sexy striptease fled. I shoved down my jeans, thankful I’d left my feet bare, and dropped my clothes in a heap. I still wore the bowtie, but as I raised my hands for it, Rhett said, “Leave it, and come here.”
I approached the bed, shy but confident that Rhett liked what he saw. I reveled in the realization that he was one hundred percent in this with me. I no longer had to worry about what he really wanted. Whether he was saying something to be kind or whether he meant it. I knew now. He wanted me. He wanted me so much that he’d broken his no-relationship streak for me.
As if he could read my mind, he reached out to draw me down to the bed with him and murmured, “Want you so much, Ethan.”
“I want you too.”
I let him pull me down, shivering as our bare skin brushed together. Sparks shot through me as my cock dragged along his thigh. I spread my legs, straddling him, and bent over to kiss him. This position, with Rhett beneath me, made me feel so powerful. I clasped his face and devoured his mouth while his fingers locked in my hair, holding me close.
I was aware of our bodies touching, rubbing. Sensation washed over me in waves. There was too much to take everything in at once. My focus shifted from my lips, to the taste of Rhett’s mouth, to the press of his cock against my right butt cheek. I quivered as Rhett’s fingertips brushed along my neck, tracing the edge of my bowtie. He followed the touch with his lips, then his tongue.
I was so caught up in shivery sensations that I jolted in shock when he grasped my ass and parted my cheeks. Air reached my hole first, making me feel exposed. Then one gentle finger prodded.
“You’re already slippery.”
“I lubed up. Figured it’d save some time. Might need a little more, but—” I broke off on a groan as he pushed his finger inside me. It slid in without much resistance. I’d stretched myself as thoroughly as I could, not wanting to stress too much over the logistics of Rhett fitting inside me. Preparation was key, and I’d prepared so hard my hole still throbbed a little from my own rushed fingering.
“How’s that feel?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said. “Strange, but…not bad.”
Strange to have someone else’s finger in me. My heart flipped. Rhett’s finger was inside me. Part of Rhett was inside part of me. How crazy was that? For some reason, when I’d had sex with my ex-girlfriends, I’d never been blown away by the thought of our bodies connecting in such intimate ways. But now, with Rhett easing a second finger inside me, I was struck by the significance of this moment. I was literally letting another person inside of me. That was like…big. Monumental, really. Could there be a more vulnerable act than opening your most private place to another human? Short of cutting open my head and showing him my thoughts, I didn’t think so. I couldn’t imagine how other people did this casually. But one thing was for sure: I never would have been able to do this with a random app hookup.
My arrangement with Rhett had never been casual at all. I’d only been able to do it because I’d already felt connected to him. I didn’t look at him one day and think he was hot; it was a slow evolution of getting to know him, genuinely liking him, andthenstarting to notice how beautiful he was.
Rhett checked in again. “Okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” I felt a slight stretch, but he hadn’t pushed past my prepping limits yet.
He rocked his fingers in and out, simulating fucking, and I gasped at the sensation that sparked through me when he nudged my prostate. He had to go deep to hit it, but his fingers were angled just right.
