Page 25 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“No.” His lip curls into a wry smirk.

“Then why are we doing it?”

Luca releases his dick and rests his hands on my hips as his rock forward, brushing our cocks together. Without intending to, I let out a moan that reeks of desire, which he echoes. “Because it feels good.”

My eyes fall shut as Luca’s shaft slides along mine, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my balls. “Nothing good comes without sacrifice,” I mumble through gritted teeth, wondering what price I’ll have to pay for indulging in something strictly because it feels good.

“A grandpa saying?”

“Please don’t mention my grandpa right now.”

He chuckles through another thrust. “You started it.”

I groan, both because he’s right…and because he’s right. I did bring it up, and this feelsincredible. The force of his fingers on my hips, the hint of moisture leaking from his tip onto my skin, the density of his thick cock frotting against mine. It’s a pleasure overload that I really,really, want more of. Still, I worry that in our case moving from watching to touching could be a step backwards, which could be disastrous for our season. “So, we’re doing this because it feels good or makes you play better?” I bring my eyes to his.

“Can’t it be both?”

While itcanbe, I’m not sure itshouldbe. This all started to help Luca play, and if it becomes more about indulging our carnal urges… I don’t think either of us could forgive ourselves if our game suffers.

“This is workingnow.” I make one last, feeble, attempt to be smart. “But what happens if that changes? What happens if this stops working, and you start to play badly?”

“Then we figure out something else.”

He’s missing my point, but the friction on my shaft feels so decadent it’s getting harder and harder to remember why I’m trying to make a point in the first place. Especially when I drop my head and catch sight of our swollen dicks pressing together as we rock our hips leisurely back and forth.

I don’t know why I find that so captivating. Maybe because it’s a sight I never thought I’d see. Or because it magnifies the sensation of skin rubbing against skin to seeandfeel it at the same time. Heck, maybe it’s how his foreskin bunches up as it pushes along my length, revealing his swollen tip. Whatever it is, it’s hard to pull my gaze away, or to stop my hips from straining toward him.

“Fuck, I think I could come just from this.” Luca rasps as his fingers dig into my waist, pulling me against him.

“Me too,” I confess.

“Bed. Now.”

My head snaps up. “Wha—”

“Not that,” Luca rushes to assure me. “If we’re gonna come from this I want a better view.” He pushes me gently away and climbs on the bed so he’s sitting propped against the headboard, then pats his thigh. “Ride me.”

I must look pretty panicked because once again he backtracks. “Just sit on my lap so I can jerk us both.”

Despite my earlier curiosity, I have a niggling fear that if I do this, I’ll find it hard to separate what we’re doing in pursuit of a good game from my feelings about Luca as a man. Feelings I’m not sure I understand due to the fact that—present circumstances aside—I don’t think I’m sexually interested in men. But my body has other ideas, carrying me exactly where Luca wants me before I consciously agree to it.

Our cocks brush together as my weight settles on him, both of us sighing with relief at that slight contact as if the few seconds apart were unbearable.

“Just like that.” Luca’s brown eyes seem to darken in a haze of lust as he takes both of us in his fist. “Now ride me.”

I’ve never been in a position to ‘ride’another person, and while I understand the concept in theory, the fact that no one is inside anyone makes me wonder if I’m missing something. “How do I…?”

“Fuck my hand.” Luca answers the question I wasn’t sure how to ask, though just as I start to move, he tells me to stop and lets go of our dicks. “Lube.” He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a small tube, dribbling the liquid in his palm and slicking it over our shafts.

The silky liquid warms as his fist glides effortlessly over my length, taking my arousal to a higher level. In fact, I can’t remember a time I’ve been this primed. I’m so hard I practically ache, and the rhythmic slide of Luca’s fist—while intoxicating—is a mere tease compared to the urgent need building in my groin. And when his thumb starts gently circling my slit, almost like he’s as intrigued with the head of my cock as I am his, that need spikes.

“Shit,” I gasp.

“Found a sensitive spot.” A mischievous smirk ghosts across his full lips as he takes my tip between his thumb and forefinger, alternately tugging and plucking and pressing on the delicate crown before soothing it with gentle strokes of his fingertips.

“How can you tell?”

“You swore.” He takes me in his fist and gives a long, leisurely pull on my shaft, a somewhat smug expression on his face. “I’ve only heard you do that once before.”

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