Page 62 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“No.” I shake my head. “Just go slow.”

Luca bobs his head and starts to push again, jaw locked so tight I’m afraid he’ll crack a tooth. That errant thought takes my mind off the invasion I’m undergoing and refocuses my worry on him. I cup his cheek in my palm, drawing his gaze to mine. “Okay?”

“I’m trying not to lose it,” he grits. “I’ve literally never put my dick in anything as tight as your ass, and I’m barely hanging on.”

“Is that a good thing?”

He braces his arms on either side of my head and continues his steady push forward. “Not if I can’t hold out.”

“You know there’s—holyfuckingjesus!” My whole body seizes up as the most decadent wave of euphoria courses through me, causing Luca to freeze once again.

“Christ, babe. I may have to take a turn on the bottom if it feels that good.”

“I don’t know what’s happen…ohhh,” I groan as his cock rubs over the same spot, my fingers clutching his hair in a death-grip as another ripple of bliss overtakes me.

“Jesus, you need to stop groaning like that. It makes me want to rut into you hard and fast.”

“Yes,” I pant.

“You want that?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t last,” he warns me.

“Me either. Hurry.”

Luca leans forward to give me a tender, lingering kiss, pulling away just long enough to murmur, “Tell me if it’s too much.” Then he lifts my arms above my head, linking our fingers together, and starts to move.

Slowly at first, testing to see what I can take, he increases his pace when I offer no objections, tunneling deep inside me as if that could somehow make us one. With our arms locked above my head, his weight rests on mine, trapping my cock between our bodies as his hips snap back and forth. The pressure is toe-curling. The friction all-consuming. I lock my legs behind Luca’s thighs, pulling him even tighter against me, doing my part to bring us as close as possible. To engulf his body with mine.

“Oh, God,” Luca mumbles as he presses his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue in a rhythm that matches the punch of his hips.

The same words hover on my lips, but they’re too consumed with Luca to voice them. He’s overtaken all my senses—sight, taste, touch—they all belong to him. I think they always did. That they always will.

“So tight, Justus.” Luca’s tongue swipes along mine as he spears his length into me. “So hot. I can’t…” His mouth hovers above mine as his thrusts turn frantic, breathing his soul into me and capturing mine in return. “Come with me baby. Please. Together.”

I don’t know if it’s his plea, the friction on my length, or the pressure on my prostate that tips me over. Maybe some combination of all three. Either way, my body obeys, cum spurting from my slit as my hole contracts around Luca, while every other part of my body seems to freeze in a state of suspended nirvana unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

The pulsing of my cock is familiar, but the tandem spasms deep inside my body lift that pleasure to another level entirely. Anotherplane of existence. One where nothing else exists but the two of us, and the bottomless depths of our passion for one another. And when Luca roars his release, I know he’s joined me there.

“Baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Are you still with me?”

“Always,” I whisper back.

Chapter twenty-three

Luca

“You’ve never had a pet?” Justus asks in disbelief.

We’re snuggled on the couch in nothing but silk sleep pants—mine of course—with Justus’s back to my chest, fingers threaded together over his stomach as we catch up on all the personal things we didn’t let ourselves discuss while we were pretending this was just anarrangement.

“Nope.”

“Not even a hamster? Or a fish?”

“My parents aren’t pet people. They didn’t want the mess or the burden of making special arrangements for it when we went out of town.”

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