Page 83 of Tapped By My Roommate
“I have a plan,” he said. “I’ve put thought into this. I tried going to a lawyer, but he says I don’t have a strong case. If I want Zilla back, I have to make it happen myself.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d gone to a lawyer…”
“It was after we’d stopped stuff,” Ethan said, averting his gaze.
Crap. I guess as friendly as we’d tried to be, it hadn’t been the same after the hookups stopped. We’d been too awkward around one another for difficult conversations. At least he was confiding in me now. That had to be a good sign.
“I would have listened,” I said. “I hope you know that.”
Ethan nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I do.”
He took a breath and lifted his gaze to meet mine. “And I know it’s not technically right to…just take Zilla. But you understand, don’t you? I don’t trust Tess to take care of her forever. If I give up, she probably won’t hesitate to sell her off to the highest bidder. Even if she doesn’t…Zilla’s care will only become more challenging over time.”
I met his gaze seriously. “I understand. It’s a little bit of a gray area, but you’re doing it for the right reasons. Zillaisyour lizard, but more than that, you’re worried for her well-being.”
He nodded, slumping back into the pillows. “Yeah. She’s my responsibility.”
“And I do love your lizard,” I said teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood. Ethan looked wrung out, and I had the perfect distraction for him.
Dipping down, I licked a stripe up his cock. He’d softened a little during our talk, but he jolted at the touch of my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s…”
“Should I keep going?”
His cock plumped before my eyes. Watching it stiffen and lengthen inches from my face was hot as hell.
“Yes,” he rasped. “Please. I know this isn’t anything new, but…”
Were we still stuck on that? Well, fuck it. I knew more than enough tricks to keep Ethan from questioning this. I turned, straddling his torso, positioning my mouth over his cock and my hips above his face. “If you want new tricks, I got you, boo.”
He gave a strangled laugh. “Boo, really?”
“Just go with it,” I said, before lowering my head to suck his cock back into my mouth. He moaned, bucking up a little. I pinned his hips, holding him where I wanted him, and sucked him deep. There was another hoarse groan before he flicked out his tongue to taste me. I tilted my hips toward him, begging for more, and he took me into the hot, wet depths of his mouth.
Soon, I was lost in a loop of pleasure. Sucking him and feeling him suck me. We were perfectly in sync as we spiraled into orgasm. This morning, still bed-warmed and sleepy, it wasn’t the kind of climax that crashed into me like a tidal wave. This was a slow, languid pleasure that rolled through me. It was incredibly sweet as Ethan and I came within seconds of one another. My body flooded with so much contentment my chest grew tight and my eyes hot.
Ethan swallowed this time, only choking up a little as I gushed over his tongue. I turned around and pulled him into my arms, needing to hold him as we both came down from the high. He sighed and cuddled into me, feeling limp.
“Amazing,” he mumbled.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “You always are.”
He made a sound of protest. “You.”
I smiled. “Did you lose your words again?”
He huffed a breath. “Is it always so good for you? Uh, with…other guys.”
“No, Ethan.” I squeezed him tighter. “It’s better with you.”
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ETHAN
Rhett looked me over when I emerged from my room. We’d showered and dressed—separately. Now that we could touch one another again, it was too hard to keep our hands to ourselves. As tempting as it was to stay in bed all day, I had plans, and I needed to see them through.
“You look nice.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you planning to flirt your way to getting Zilla?”
