Page 60 of Bad Pucking Roommate

Teenage me never aspired to this. All I ever wanted was to play like the man, but pressed against him, sharing the most intense kiss of my life after hearing confirmation of his feelings… My dreams never took me past the NHL, yet right now, they’ve taken on a decidedly domestic quality, and that excites me just as much as a hockey career ever did.

Pulling back so he can nuzzle my neck, Luca’s lips dance over my heated skin as his hands find the hem of my shirt. He breaks away just long enough to pull the fabric over my head before finding my jaw with his mouth, his nimble fingers undoing my jeans and pushing them to my thighs so he can reach the thin fabric of my underwear.Hisunderwear.

“I know most athletes get excited about someone wearing their jersey, but since you’ve got one of your own—I like thissolution.” He cups my bulge in his palm, squeezing gently as his lips return to my neck.

“Good,” I tilt my head to give him better access. “I was afraid you’d find it weird.”

“I find it sexy as hell.” He massages my swelling cock. “In fact, I don’t think we should distinguish between yours and mine. They should beours.”

I’m not sure whether it’s the deep timbre of his voice or the words that make me shiver, but he doesn’t miss it.

“Does that excite you?”

“Everything about you excites me,” I answer honestly.

“So, fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips before giving me a playful swat on the butt. “On the bed, babe.”

He heads to the nightstand while I kick off my pants and climb on the bed, laying on my back since my dick is too hard to lay on my stomach. “Why do you call me babe?”

“I call you babe because you’re sexy and sweet. And I like the way you blush when I say it.” He crawls on top of me, still fully clothed, settling on my thighs as he drops a bottle of lube next to my hip so he can palm my dick again. “But I can call you something else if you want.”

Unsurprisingly, my face feels hot under his weighted gaze. “No. I like babe.”

“Good.” He leans forward to give me a toe-curling kiss, then scoots back to pullourunderwear off me, grinning hungrily when my dick springs free. “Now relax and enjoy. I’m going to get you ready for me.”

“Shouldn’t getting ready mean you get naked?” I ask as he drizzles lube over his fingers.

“From what I understand your virgin ass is gonna be so tight I might blow just pushing in, especially since I haven’t actually fuckedin months. The least I can do is make sure I actually get inside your ass before I lose control.” His slick fingers slide between my cheeks, pausing when he finds my pucker and I gasp. “Do that again,” he commands as his finger gently probes the sensitive hole, and this time I utter a needy groan. “Even better.” He smirks.

I suck in rapid breaths of air as he teases a fingertip inside me, loving yet questioning the foreign sensation. It makes my cock twitch, my spine tingle, yet the pressure is intense. Not unpleasant, but I wouldn’t say it feels good either. Just different.

“Good?” Luca arches a concerned brow.

“Sorta.”

“Your cock seems to like it.” He wraps his free hand around my length and starts stroking slowly.

“That might be more your proximity to me than what you’re doing.”

Luca withdraws his finger and traces circles around my pucker, which has me moaning again, before probing slightly deeper. All while languidly stroking my shaft. Over and over again, he repeats the pattern until suddenly the pressure makes me gasp in a good way, and my body seems to relax a bit.

Once it turns from curious to pleasurable, I find my voice. “I want this to be good for you too. I want to touch you.”

Luca gives me an affectionate smile. “We’re together. Of course, it will be good. But,” he adds when my face falls, “since I love your hands on me, after I’ve worked you open you can lube my dick. How's that?”

I should probably be concerned about how much I like that idea, in particular the explicit way he expressed it. At this point, it's futile to deny how fascinated I am by Luca’s cock, and the way he so brazenly offers it seems to agreewith me.

“Deal,” I croak as his finger pushes deeper, fully breaching the barrier that had been trying to keep it out. I’d take that as a bad sign except for the fact that on the other side of that barrier, his slippery finger feels downright divine. Unbelievably so.

Tripp’s very vocal appreciation for getting laid is starting to make sense.

That wayward thought fizzles as Luca takes my crown into his mouthwhilepumping his finger inside me, flooding me with an overwhelming burst of ecstasy. The sensation is so unexpected, so unspeakably pleasurable, my hips thrust up without warning, causing him to choke, though his lips stay sealed around my length as he slurps me down his throat.

“What was… That… Ungh.” An embarrassingly carnal moan rumbles from deep in my chest as the pressure between my cheeks intensifies while the suction on my dick remains constant. They push and pull, working in tandem to drive me out of my mind with lust. My hands fist the sheets as my legs cease to function, all while a tangled mess of half-formed words and groans spill from my throat.

“Mmmgonnacome.” My head flops side to side as I try to speak.

Luca pops off my length long enough to smirk. “That’s the idea.”

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