Chapter 13
GUS
I barely remembered the ride to Smithton. I was hard as a rock, and my mind was buzzing. I felt as if I were intoxicated, drunk and high on something—someone—new and unexpected.
Rafe.
If I had half a brain, I’d realize we’d made a sharp turn down a tricky path. One did not fuck around with one’s roommate and come out unscathed. There’d be consequences and repercussions.
Then again, our lease was up in June, and we were two consenting adults dealing with personal bullshit. A little healthy sexual stress release was never a bad thing, right?
Rafe was out of my truck and had the key inserted in the front door before I climbed the first step to the porch. I grabbed the plastic bag in his arm and motioned for him to move aside.
“Here. I’ll do it.”
He obeyed, gliding inside as I flung the door open. The moment it was closed and the lock secured, he undressed in a flurry of movement, flinging his sweater into the living room, kicking off his shoes, and fumbling with his belt buckle.
I was one step behind, too entranced by the show to do anything but stare in wonder at his sleek, toned, fucking gorgeous body.
I snapped out of it and pulled him to me, groaning at the thrill of holding a naked Rafe in my arms. I squeezed his bare ass and sucked his tongue, trying and failing not to rut like a teenager in heat.
Rafe didn’t seem to mind. He went a little nuts when I traced his crack.
“Oh…yes. That’s so good.”
“To be clear, I want to fuck you into next week,” I growled. “I know that’s too much too soon, but…can I touch you?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
I wrapped my hand around his rigid cock and stroked him from root to tip, loving the sound of his needy moans as he dropped his head on my shoulder.
“Look at me, Rafe. Is this okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes. I want this. Just…keep going,” he panted.
No problem. I sucked his bottom lip. “Okay. We can go easy and—”
“Don’t go easy on me. You said you liked hot sex against the wall, well…I think I’ll like that too.”
I shivered. “Upstairs. Go.”
I palmed my aching cock through my jeans as I watched him scramble up the stairs. Stunned and horny was an odd combination, but I regained my senses quickly, draped the garment bag across the newel post, and headed after Rafe.
I found him flat on his back in the middle of his mattress, stroking his dick as if this were just something we did in front of each other. For the record…we didn’t.
I moved toward the bed, my gaze fixed on the lazy up-and-down glide, his thumb passing over his slit and smearing precum in its wake. And his other hand…
Oh, for fuck’s sake. He was fingering his hole.
It was a mesmerizing show, and my cock was twitching like some kind of homing beacon zeroing in on a prize.
I tore the hem of my shirt in my haste to yank it over my head while kicking off my shoes.
My jeans and boxer briefs were gone in a flash, flung in the general direction of the pink beanbag chair in the corner.
My dick bobbed as I hiked my knee onto the mattress.
I gripped it and stroked my length, crawling between his thighs.
“You sure about this?” Yep, my voice cracked.
“Very sure,” Rafe purred. “I’m ready.”
I arched a brow and shook my head, my gaze traveling from his eyes to the two fingers sliding in and out of his gorgeous hole.
I hadn’t been with a man in a while, and moreover, I hadn’t taken my time with a lover in longer than I cared to admit.
“No, that’s not how this goes. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. ”
“What does that mean? I don’t need anything fancy here. Just your cock in my—oh, my—oh, oh!”
I bent his knees to his chest like an accordion and flicked my tongue over the tip of Rafe’s dick, trailing along his length to tease his balls before licking his perineum.
I batted his fingers out of the way and kissed the sensitive skin around his pucker, then plunged my tongue inside.
He keened under me, jacking himself while I feasted on his ass.
I was in a sex haze. Nothing penetrated the carnal fog.
I was vaguely aware of Rafe chanting gibberish like, “Oh, that’s so good.
Don’t stop,” as if I could. I’d officially lost my inhibitions and any last shred of common sense, but I didn’t care.
He smelled and tasted like something I’d been missing for far too long…
and a hint of lube. That was okay by me.
I didn’t know if I’d ever get this chance again, and I was determined to make the most of it.
So if I played with his balls as I ate his ass, that was just me getting to know his body. And if I slipped two fingers into his hole and massaged his prostate while I sucked his cock, that was me getting a little greedy. Thankfully, I listened when he warned me he was too close.
I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with my forearm.
I was about to reach for the condom on the nightstand, but Rafe pushed me off him and rolled us over.
I was much bigger than Rafe, which meant he was stronger than he seemed by a long shot.
I was about to comment on his strength and speed, but his lips were wrapped around my dick before I could even blink.
“Christ, what are you doing?”
Rafe bobbed and stroked, releasing me with a pop and a half laugh. “Sucking your cock, genius.”
And damn, he was good at it. The onslaught of sensation was almost too much.
My brain short-circuited the second he tore open the condom packet and rolled the latex onto my shaft.
He added more lube and straddled my torso and lined my sheathed cock at his entrance, planting his free hand on my pecs.
“Damn, you’re killin’ me.”
Rafe just smiled and slowly sank onto my rigid pole, inch by glorious fucking inch. I stared up at him in awe, admiring the flex of his abs, the jut of his cock, and the clear string of precum dripping from his tip as he struggled to relax.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he panted once he was fully seated.
“Mmhmm. Ride me, hot stuff. Move, or I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”
Rafe rolled his hips. “Not yet. I like this.”
Me too.
I liked it a lot. And I didn’t mind that he was a thousand percent in control. Rafe dug his knees into the mattress, holding my shoulders for purchase as he took off, slowly at first and then he was riding me like a bucking bronco in a honky-tonk bar.
I let him do whatever the hell he wanted…for a while, anyway. The view was gorgeous and Rafe seemed to like the way I stroked him, occasionally stopping to suck his precum off my thumb or tweak his nipples.
And he definitely liked my dirty talk.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Squeeze my cock with that tight ass. So fucking good.”
Not exactly poetry, but it spurred him on.
As Rafe’s rhythm faltered, I took over, pulling him against me and switching positions.
I kissed him hard and deep, pistoning my hips savagely.
The steady thump of the headboard comingled with grunts and soft cries for “more, more, more” until he wedged his hand between our sweat-slicked bodies and jerked himself to the finish line.
“I’m coming! Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
I was half a beat behind him, roaring as my orgasm pummeled me like a renegade wave.
Resurfacing to planet Earth took a while.
First, I had to catch my breath and second…
I had to figure out how to play this. Cool and casual was the best method.
I didn’t want this to get weird. We weren’t going to become overnight besties or hell…
boyfriends, but I certainly didn’t want any post-coitus regret.
To suggest this wasn’t my area of expertise was an understatement.
I didn’t linger after sex. Ever. I was usually anxious to move along before I did or said anything to expose myself as an opportunistic asshole with substance issues.
But there was nowhere to hide here. This was my house, and I fucking lived with Rafe.
We had a few walls between us at best and no other roommates to run interference. Just us.
Fuck.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have taken the potential fallout into account, but I’d been in a daze since he’d come out of the dressing room in that slinky fabric and when he’d kiss-attacked me in the parking lot…well, here we were, naked and covered in sweat and cum.
I sat up gingerly, surveying the wreckage of tangled bedsheets and clothes strewn across the colorful space.
“We made a mess,” I commented, braving a glance at Rafe lying beside me with his eyes closed.
His hair stood on end, his spent cock drooped to the left, and if I wasn’t mistaken, that was a hickey on his collarbone. Oops.
Rafe opened his eyes one at a time, and grinned, slow and satisfied. Like a cat who’d caught a canary and scored a generous helping of catnip for dessert too.
“Worth it.” He propped himself on his elbows and lightly kicked my shin. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not going to get ideas, Gus.”
I scoffed as if it hadn’t occurred to me that this might be awkward. “I didn’t think you were.”
“You did, but I’m not that guy.” Rafe hopped out of bed, his bare ass swaying as he waltzed toward the door. “I need a shower before I head to the rink. Later.”
That was it?
I couldn’t tell if I’d dodged a bullet or if the roommate game had just taken a complicated turn.