Page 51 of Tapped By My Roommate
I forced myself to blow out a breath and speak calmly. “Rhett?”
“Yes?”
“Just suck my dick already. I want you to. I’mdyingfor it. I’ve wanted it forever. I know you don’t want to rush me, but fuck, man, I have difficulty putting what I want into words. I gave you that list. Consider it blanket permission to do anything on it. Shove your dick in my mouth too. I might not be good yet, but I—mmph.”
Rhett kissed me hard and deep, his tongue aggressively pushing into my mouth. It felt as if every kiss before—even the wet, filthy ones—had been tentative by comparison. He was done holding back. Finally.
He grasped both sides of my waistband without breaking the kiss and shoved down. I lifted my hips to help him slide my sweats down over my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear. I’d expected to be free-balling it at home alone.
His hand grazed my cock, and he pulled back to look down. “Fuck, Ethan. Did you shave?”
“A little.” I cleared my throat. “Uh, it seemed like a good idea.”
“A very good idea,” he said approvingly. “Damn. Makes you look huge.”
I blushed, but before I could worry about this turning into more sex talk that I’d awkwardly ruin, Rhett dipped down and ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Rhett grinned at me, then stood to push the coffee table back a few feet and took its place on his knees before me.
“Don’t be afraid to let me know what you like. I don’t care if you push me down or pull my hair. Whatever you want.” He winked. “I’ve got no gag reflex.”
Then he lowered his mouth, and holy shit, I’dneverhad a blow job like this before.
He drooled down my shaft, which should have been gross, but it felt too damn good. Then he closed his mouth over the tip and flicked his tongue against my slit. He circled under the frenulum, making me jerk at the intensity, before sinking his mouth down my length. He took my cock deep, until it nudged his throat, and then he drew back up, slowly, sucking hard as he went. I gasped a ragged breath, and then he was on another downward glide. He used his tongue as he went, stroking the underside of my shaft.
My hips bucked. He didn’t try to hold me back, just angled himself so that my cock slid deeper into his throat.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Fuck, that’s…”
I broke off with a hiss of pleasure as he set a faster pace, bobbing up and down, taking me deep every few dips. When I wasn’t in his throat, he was teasing me mercilessly with his tongue. I’d never had someone put so much enthusiasm into sucking my dick before. My sex life with Tess had been strained and awkward from the start, more of a chore for both of us, and my girlfriend before that had been hesitant to try.Jesus. Did all queer men have the best sex lives ever?
Rhett chuckled around my cock, sending vibrations through me, and I realized I must have said some of that out loud.
It felt so good I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed his hair and pulled him down as I bucked up. I rutted into his mouth as he tightened his lips around me, making a channel for me to fuck while he squeezed and rolled my balls in his hand.
I came hard, with a broken cry, hips still bucking erratically. Rhett sucked me through it, swallowing with ease, making encouraging noises as I sobbed uneven breaths, shaking with the most intense orgasm of my life.
Which probably wasn’t saying much. But damn. Rhett was good. Too good to be with a fumbling, awkward geek for long.
He slowly drew back, letting my spent cock slip from his shiny lips. “Good?”
“Do you really have to ask?” I slurred, feeling sex drunk.
“I guess not.” He smiled smugly. “I like sucking dick.”
“I like getting my dick sucked,” I said. Now that I’d experienced it with Rhett, it was a little easier to talk about.
“Who doesn’t?” he said as he stood. The bulge in his jeans was tough to miss.
I swallowed hard. “I could try to do you, but don’t expect too much. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Rhett cupped my face. “Ethan, I always expect great things with you. You don’t have to be a sex pro to be amazing. Everything feels good when we’re together.” He hesitated. “Right? Because I really like it…”
Whoa, wait a second.Was that a hint of uncertainty in sex god Rhett’s voice? That wasn’t right.
“Yeah, of course,” I said. “You’re, like, the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
