Page 22 of Loud Hot Roomie
Thoughts of Riko choking on my cock are too much. My blood is on fire and desire rushes through my veins like hot lava.
“Perhaps I’ll tell you my evil plans,” I say, clearing my throat and subtly covering my straining cock with my hand. “Right after you tell me about your coaching plan.”
“There is no plan, remember?” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not fair, man.”
“I guess you’ll never know my true agenda.” I wink at him and then pass him to head for the stairs. “You get the movie ready and I’ll grab the beer. We have a business to plan.”
Fifteen minutes later and we’re in our usual place on the couch, deep in conversation about this coaching gig. The more he talks about it, the more excited and animated he gets. When we’ve filled several pages in his notebook and gone through quite a few beers apiece, we finally settle to watch a movie.
And when he leans his head on my shoulder, I obsess over the warmth of his touch, aching for him to put his hands on me too.
I’m losing my mind over this guy and I don’t know what to do about it.
Liar.
You know exactly what you want to do.
It takes everything in me to focus on the movie and not illicit fantasies of Riko making good on his promise to suck my dick. Doesn’t work. Instead, I imagine gripping his messy hair and watching his pretty lips slide over the crown of my cock.
Would he like it if I called him a good boy while he chokes on it?
Fuck.
This is going to happen and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Riko
I’m going to suck Derek’s dick.
I just have to figure out how to break it to him. Last night, he was a perfect gentleman even though his erection was so fucking obvious. All through the movie, he was hard. And that mademehard.
But did we do anything?
No.
This troubles me. I’m used to men who pursue hard. I’m one of those men. Derek just suffers through his need.
So why didn’t I make the first move?
To be honest, he shook me at dinner. When he confessed to scanning through other men on the dating app, I’d gotten butt hurt about it. Not going to lie. It was what happenedafterthat that rocked my world. He waited for me, apologized, and then hugged me.
Freaking hugged me.
That’s what makes this so strange. I want him to fuck me, but I also just want to kiss his unsmiling mouth or hold his hand. There’s a steady comfort in him that I apparently deeply crave.
This is so outside my usual. I don’t know what to do.
“Yo.”
I fist bump my best friend as soon as he folds himself into my car. Rhett Monahan is a golden boy through and through. Despite being a spoiled shit like me, he excels in everything he does. Whether it’s lacrosse, soccer, school, he’s the best at it. Unlike me, his dad actually adores and believes in him.
“What’s up with your hair?” I ask, playfully tugging at one of the blond strands that hangs over his eye.
He swats me away. “Growing it out.”
“I’m sure Mommy loves that.”
“She moved out. Plus, I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”
