Page 33 of Bad Pucking Roommate

As we continue to explore and push our limits, the sound of slurping and moaning, and the occasional gag, fills the room around us. The noises alone threaten to push me over the edge, and Luca’s hot mouth feels so decadent on my dick I nearly do. Until he lifts my top leg and throws it over his shoulder.

The new angle gives him the room to reach my balls, and he cups them in his hand, kneading and pulling and rolling them around his fingers as he laps at my cock. The dual sensation makes me short-circuit, and I lose my rhythm as pleasure spikes in my groin then zings throughout my body. Only Luca’s hum of gratification vibrating along my shaft, which I’m pretty sure mirrors what my groan does to him, brings me back to the moment.

I take his leg and sling it over my shoulder so I can give him the same treatment he’s giving me, and the moment my fingers connect with his sac his hips punch forward. Spit dribbles from the side of my mouth as I struggle to take his girth, but I don’t dare pull back. Instead, I do my best to seal my lips around his length and suck, hard.

I don’t think either of us is capable of conscious thought. We’re a mass of wet mouths and jerky movements, too lost in a haze of bliss to do anything but chase the euphoria we can sense hovering just out of reach.

At some point, I have the presence of mind to wrap my fist around the base of Luca’s cock, more to control his thrusts than to increase his satisfaction, but he must like the pressure because he groans around my dick as he takes it in his hand and rhythmically clutches at it.

Between his mouth and his hands, I hit a new level of ecstasy, and the lust churning in my groin erupts like a volcano. Pulse after pulse of cum shoots from my tip, spilling into Luca’s mouth before I couldwarn him it was coming. My body seems to go on lockdown, my limbs frozen in place as I twitch aimlessly inside the heat of Luca’s throat.

I have only a brief second to savor the mind-blowing high before my mouth is filling with Luca’s release. I only manage to swallow once before it’s too much, and it seeps onto the mattress beneath me despite my best efforts to keep my lips anchored around him as he shudders through the finish.

My dick gives a final, half-hearted spasm as Luca’s groan vibrates around it, then it’s hit with a blast of cool air as it falls from his mouth. I release his, and roll to my back with a heavy sigh, chest heaving as I try to fill my lungs with the air I didn’t get enough of while Luca pumped into my throat.

Two minutes—or maybe it’s five—pass before either of us finds the strength to move, let alone speak. And no surprise, it’s Luca to break the silence as we lay motionless, looking at the ceiling. “How’s your jaw?”

“A little stiff. Yours?”

“Same.”

“Was that—”

“Yes,” he cuts me off.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“Of course, I do. You want to know if I liked it.”

In hindsight that is an obvious question, so I don’t argue. “Well, did you?”

“I saw fucking stars, Justus.Stars.” I lift my head just enough to see he’s still talking to the ceiling, a somewhat pensive look on his face. “And I’m pretty sure I can’t sleep in this bed now either. I liked it that much.”

“You can’t sleep in this bed?” I try to prop myself up and realize the sheets between us are soaked with our cum. “Oh. Well, we can share. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.”

“That was a king. These are queens.”

“So, it’ll be a little tight. What’s the alternative?” I drag myself out of his bed and pull the covers down on mine, scooting over to the far side to make room for another big body.

He huffs as he pushes himself up. “Fuck it.”

The next morning, when I wake up with a naked Luca pressed against my back, arm slung over my waist like he’s hugging me to him, reality hits with a sickening clarity. Those feelings I kept trying to tell myself were an extension of the connection we have on the ice…

Yeah. They’re not.

If they were, I don’t think I’d feel so safe and content in his arms, right now. And I doubt I’d be looking at his body like it’s sexy instead of athletic. Worst of all, I probably wouldn’t be counting down until the next game so we could explore each other again.

There’s no denying it. I’m crushing on Luca. Hard.

Now I just have to keep him, and everyone else in the organization, from finding out so I don’t ruin both our careers.

Chapter thirteen

Luca

The roar of the crowd is deafening as we take the ice for the third period.

We’re up four to one, yours truly scored two of those, with Justus and Niko scoring one each. Noah’s playing like he didn’t just come off a nearly two-week absence, and like Justus predicted, the way we tightened up our game to succeed without him has made us a well-oiled machine, dominating on both offense and defense.

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