Page 38 of Run, Run, Roommates
I’m overwhelmed by the urge to do this right. If Brin wants to take this slow, I’ll be the most patient man in the world. I’ll show her that sex doesn’t mean penetration, that I can blow her fucking mind with everything I have.
And if she does want to go all the way . . . I’ll make it so fucking good.
I get that first times shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but they still can be, and Brin’s waited all this time.
No matter what she wants, I’m going to pour all of my love into whatever she’s willing to give me.
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Brin
When we return to the apartment, we hardly get inside the door and take our shoes and coats off before Marco is on me again, his fingers twisting into my hair and his mouth hot on mine. Now that we’re in the privacy of our own home, I can do whatever I want. A small part of my brain says that this is Marco—my roommate and one of my best friends. Am I sure this is what I want?
The rest of my brain—and my body—really want to do more. And I know Marco wants me to be comfortable, to set the pace. That means I take us the next step forward, hovering my hand over his lap. “Is this okay?” I ask, nerves fluttering in my stomach.
“Very okay.”
I grip his erection through his jeans. Marco groans and pulls his mouth away from mine. He sits down on the couch and pulls me into the cradle of his thighs. “If you want to take it slow,” he says, “I’ll be careful with you, okay?”
“I know you will.” I nod my head as much as I can in his hold. “I know you think you’re an asshole, but I think it’s everyone else who’s an asshole. I’ve only ever seen this tender, kind man.” I kiss him this time, lips firm before I pull back. “Also, let me be clear. You’re incredibly sexy.”
This grin he gives me is wolfish, and he reaches out, using his other hand to pull me into his lap where I straddle him. “Me? You’re the one who’s made me hard so much. You have no idea.”
In between kisses, we tell each other hot little secrets we’ve kept.
“I like it when you come back from a run in the summer and you take off your shirt and sweat drips down your chest.” I run my hand down his pecs, feeling the way his breath comes faster.
Marco nips my lip. “Now that I know what your vibrator looks like I’ve had some hardcore fantasies about it.”
My hands make it down to his abs. “Your gray sweatpants are obscene.”
He chuckles, and tilts my head to the side, trailing kisses down my neck. Beneath me, he shifts, turning us slightly. “I heard you orgasm in the shower the other day.”
My breath hitches when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, and he falls back against the couch, pulling me along with him. Face-to-face, I meet Marco’s gaze. “I was thinking about you.”
We’re lying on the couch now, Marco beneath me. I can feel how much Marco enjoys that last little secret by the way his rock-hard dick twitches against my thigh. He groans and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth.
God, kissing him feels so good. If kissing him is this good . . .
When I pull back, his gaze is hooded, lusty. My insides are tangled in knots and all I want is the exact right tug to unravel them. “How far are we going to go?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
I feel it all over when Marco groans. “You’re asking me?” His hands knead my upper thighs. “You’re the one who shouldn’t rush. Virginity is a bullshit concept, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have complicated feelings about it.” He lets go of my ass. One hand moves behind his head, making his bicep bulge. The other rests on my waist and he gently asks, “Do you want to talk about why you haven’t done it before?”
I prop my head up on my fist so I can look down at Marco. His hand on my waist starts making small circles. “Well, first of all, I was taught abstinence in school and at church.” I punch the air with my free hand. “Yay, Catholicism. My parents also made me wear a purity ring and . . .” I shrug. “It wasn’t until I moved here that I was disabused of the idea that sex hurts.” My cheeks are flushed, giving away my embarrassment. Eva has enthusiastically encouraged me, and I definitely wouldn’t be on top of Marco right now if she didn’t treat sex like it was something to be celebrated and enjoyed.
“It definitely will not hurt,” Marco says firmly.
“I know. I mean, you’ve seen my vibrator. I’ve . . . done it with that, and you know I use tampons, so it’s not like my hymen’s intact.”
Marco’s eyes close and he makes a pained expression.
I bite my lip. “Too much information?”
“No, I’m picturing you with the toy.”
I laugh and bend down to kiss him again. I’ve been exploring Marco’s body, anything I can get my hands on. My palms fit so right curled around his shoulders. When I drag them up his neck and into his hair I can tangle my fingers in his dark locks and hold him tighter.
“Is this okay?” I whisper.
