Page 32 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“Asks the guy letting me use his body so I can play better,” he snorts with a curt headshake. “Fuck, why am I telling you this? We’re supposed to be keeping this to just sex, not pillow talk. Why am I always telling you shit about what a dick I am?”

“Doesn’t pillow talk come after the sex part? I feel robbed. I didn’t even get an orgasm before you got into your deep thoughts.” I feign a pout to distract him from being so hard on himself.

“You said orgasm.” Luca’s lip curls up as he fights a chuckle, just like I hoped.

“It’s not a bad word.”

“No, it’s just one I don’t think I’ve heard you say fully-clothed. Or ever.”

“I guess you bring out my adventurous side. And as for telling me what a dick you are, I think deep down you feel guilty about this so you’re pointing out all the reasons I should resent you. But I can’t resent you for decisions I make on my own.”

“Okay, seriously dude. If you’re half as good at giving advice as you are on the ice, you’ll make a hell of a shrink one day. For real though.” He looks up at me with uncertain eyes. “I think this is making us play better together, and I’m finding it hotter than I expected to. But it’sstill just sex. For the sake of our careers, it can’t be more than that. Are you really good with that?”

I hold his gaze so there’s no room for questions. “I’m really good with that.”

His shoulders lose their rigid appearance the instant the words are out of my mouth. “Okay. Good. And, you know, if you’re ever not good you can tell me. If you find a girlfriend or something and you don’t want to do this anymore, just say so. I’d never hold you to this.”

I’ve never seen Luca this nervous. It’s sort of cute.

“I don’t have time for a girlfriend. And like you said, this is sort of hot.” I feel my face heating up with that admission, although I’m not sure why since this isn’t the first time we’ve broached the subject. “I enjoy it, so… no overthinking and live in the moment, right?”

“Right.” His smile finally reaches his eyes, although it’s quickly replaced with another hesitant grin. “So, I’m not sure how you feel about this, but it’s been ages since I had my dick sucked, and I’m kinda craving it. Do you think maybe…”

“You want me to give you a blow job?” My stomach does this weird little flip, and I’m pretty sure it’s not from unease. I think it’s excitement.

“Only if you’re cool with it.” Luca rushes to clarify. “I’ll do yours too. Fair’s fair and all, and I am sort of curious since Tripp won’t shut up about how good it is.”

That’s the truth. I don’t know how Noah can be so calm when Tripp gushes about how much he loves Noah’s dick right in front of him, but the guy just smiles at Tripp adoringly. And sure, when you keep hearing about sucking one it does get you curious, but actually doing it? I wouldn’t even know where to start.

“What do you think?” Luca asks.

“I’m not sure…” I stutter. “I mean, I’m not opposed, but how do you even… do I kneel between your legs or do you lay down or…” I trail off, feeling like a bit of an idiot for voicing so many questions, and wondering if Luca can tell that the conversation itself is affecting me.

“Let’s do it together.” Luca leans off the headboard and peels his shirt off, causing the tingle in my stomach to drift lower, a little hum of anticipation settling in my groin as he reveals his lean abs. It’s a view I’ve seen several times, but instead of appreciating those muscles for their athletic implications like I normally do, I realize they’re sort of sexy. Especially, how they form a deep V that disappears underneath the waistband of his sleep pants.

Luca hooks his thumbs around the elastic and shimmies them off, his thick cock hitting his stomach with an audible smack once it’s finally free of the fabric. My own swells to its full size as I look at Luca stretched out before me, languidly stroking his length as he watches me undress. When my clothes are on the floor he rolls to his side and pats the bed. “Come here.”

I do as he asks, lying so my mouth is level with his cock and his is level with mine. His warm breath drifts over my crown, causing me to twitch slightly. Then a large fist wraps around me and starts sliding back and forth, squeezing firmly at the tip.

Mirroring Luca’s movements, I take him in hand and begin stroking with the same rhythm, trying not to get too distracted by his touch, or the mesmerizing way his crown pokes out of and retreats behind his foreskin. The way he can look big and bulbous one second and borderline petite the next boggles my mind, and before I realize it, I’ve got that sliver of skin under my thumb, moving it around to see how it changes the appearance.

“Oh fuck,” Luca groans deeply, clutching my cock like it’s an anchor.

“Does this hurt?” The angry purple tint to his skin makes me worry I’ve been too rough with my exploration, and I immediately lift my thumb to give him some relief.

“No. It feels incredible,” he wheezes. “Keep doing that but with your tongue.”

As my heart pounds erratically in my chest, I take a deep breath and hold it, then swipe my tongue tentatively over the tip of Luca’s dick. The deep, rich moan that rumbles from his chest is full of both relief and desire, and so frigging sensual it purges all hesitation from my mind.

I lurch forward, sealing my lips around the base of his crown, and start sucking. Gently at first, I try to identify his flavor as I hold him in my mouth. There’s a hint of salt over a woodsy or musky base, and a trace of something sharp and refreshing. Soap maybe. I don’t have the vocabulary to describe it further, but it comes together in a way that’s distinctly Luca. Basic on the surface, but complex once you peel back the layers.

When I can feel my own saliva pooling on my lips, I panic that I’m slobbering on him, and pull back to swirl my tongue around his tip. It catches on his foreskin, and he lets out another one of those guttural moans, so I do it again, tracing the seam and occasionally slipping my tongue underneath in the way his sounds suggest he loves.

I’m so focused on doing a good job it takes several minutes to register that I can feel everything I’m doing to him on my own dick. I swirl my tongue around his crown, he swirls his tongue around mine. I wrap my lips around him and suck, he does the same.

It becomes a game then—how long does it take him to register and repeat what I’m doing. The back-and-forth makes me adventurous, playing with angles and suction and depth to see how he reacts. The harder I suck, the deeper I take him, the longer he takes to mimicme. But when he does, returning the pleasure I’m giving him… Thank goodness I’m lying down or my knees would probably buckle.

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