Chapter 7
“How was the party yesterday?” I ask as I stumble into the living room, heading straight for the coffee maker in our cramped kitchen area.
Troy’s already on his usual side of the couch, both controllers set up and ready on the coffee table. He’s in just his gray sweatpants. No shirt. White socks propped on the table edge. He looks over at me with that trademark grin.
“Pretty good, actually. Scored again.” He stretches his arms over his head, showing off. “Another dude. That’s two in a row now. This one was even more into it than the last guy.”
“Yeah?” I pour water into the coffee maker, my back to him, fighting a smile. “What kind of guy?” I feign innocence, knowing damn well he’s talking about me.
“Crazy hot. Grade-A beef. And a quick learner too. He couldn’t get enough of it.” He winks as I turn around. “Even took the whole thing. Can you believe that? First time deepthroating and he swallowed all of me.”
“Damn. He must’ve been really craving some dick.”
“Oh, he was. You have no idea. He even cockblocked me with this hot girl just so he could get his mouth on it.” He gestures at his crotch with a smug smirk.
I add the coffee grounds to the filter. “Sounds like a keeper.”
“Oh, for sure.” Troy pats the couch beside him. “Come here, man. Where’s my morning kiss?”
I hit the button on the coffee maker and walk over.
But I don’t sit next to him. I climb onto his lap, straddling him, our bare chests pressed together.
The coffee maker sputters to life behind us as I bring my lips to his.
He melts into it, his hands settling on my hips, pulling me closer.
I can already feel him getting hard beneath me.
“Sorry,” I say when I come up for air. “Still getting used to this.”
“Get used to it fast,” he says, grinning up at me. “Because I’m going to be kissing the shit out of you from now on.”
“Good.” I grind down on him, my own dick waking up in my sweats. “I’m counting on it.”
I kiss him again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting the mint of his toothpaste. His hands move from my hips to my ass, squeezing, rocking me against him. The friction is incredible. The feel of him hard and ready for me.
My hands roam over the smooth, warm skin of his back, tracing the lines of his shoulder blades. I’ve imagined this all week. Waking up like this. Being with him like this. Feeling his cock pressed against me. It’s even better than I pictured.
“You know,” he murmurs against my lips, “I was thinking—”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Shut up.” He nips at my lower lip. “I was thinking it’s weird, right? We’ve known each other for two years. Been roommates this whole time. And all this was just… here. Waiting for us to find it.”
“Life’s funny like that.”
“I mean, we’ve heard each other have sex.
Heard each other jerk off. Seen each other naked all the time.
” He moves to my neck, sucking there, and I moan, tilting my head to give him better access.
“But I never thought of you like this. And now…” He pulls back, looking at me, his green eyes intense. “Now, it’s all I think about.”
“Same. It wasn’t until you went on that whole speech about hooking up with guys. You unlocked something in me, man.”
“Glad to be of service,” he says with a smirk. “But you’re the one who unlocked this. All I did was talk. You’re the one who got on your knees. You’re the one who couldn’t stay away. You’re the one who basically demanded I fuck your face.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“You did. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You, all possessive and jealous. ‘Take me instead of her.’” He mimics my voice, and I laugh.
“Shut up. I was desperate.”
“Yeah, well, it worked. I’m a slut for a desperate man.” He rocks his hips up, and I groan, grinding down against him. “Wanna play our game?” He flicks his eyes toward the controllers. “It’s Sunday, after all.” His grin turns wicked. “Or we could play a different kind of game.”
I glance at the TV, then the kitchen where the coffee’s finished brewing, then back to the handsome man currently rubbing his hard cock against my ass. “I think the video game can wait.”
“Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could finally christen this couch properly.” I rock against him, the fabric of our sweatpants doing nothing to hide how hard we both are. “It’s seen a lot of takeout and spilled beer. Sweat from us killing each other onscreen—”
“Not to mention your spectacularly fast orgasm.”
“Hey.” I swat his chest. “We agreed not to talk about that anymore.”
“Sorry.”
“I was saying, the couch has seen a lot of nasty things, but I don’t think either of us ever fucked on it.”
“I did once.”
“What?!” I stop moving, staring at him. “When? With who?”
“Last year. That cheerleader. You were gone for the weekend. Don’t remember her name. She was a gymnast too. Super flexible.”
“Jesus, Troy.” I shake my head, laughing despite myself. “Way to ruin my buildup, you pig.”
“What? You asked.”
“I should’ve known better.” I grind down on him again, harder this time, and he gasps. “Anyway. Where I was going with this—”
His eyes widen as it clicks. “Wait. You don’t mean… do you?”
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “I want that big dick inside me. Right here. On our gross, stained couch. I want you to fuck me, Troy.”