Page 67 of Roommate
“Look out,” Roderick suddenly slurs around my dick.
I back off on command. And the moment I do, he moans happily and comes all over my hand and my chest.
And that’s all it takes for me, too. I let out a startled gasp and immediately unload several weeks’ worth of sexual tension into his perfect mouth. I feel him swallow, and then he moans again.
Sexiest. Sound. Ever.
“Damn,” I whisper, my head rolling onto his thigh. “Sorry.”
He’s breathing hard, too. “Holy hell. I can’t unclench my toes.” His head thunks onto the floor. We’ve rolled halfway off the rug. “Wow.”
Breathing hard, I try to get some more air into my lungs. I don’t really want to come down from this high, but I guess it’s inevitable. Roderick rolls out from under me, disengaging. He picks himself up off the floor and pads out of the room without a word.
Resting my head on the rug, I stare up at the ceiling. I’m covered in jizz, and I’m unsettled. Is that it? He’s just gone? It makes me wonder if I did something wrong. Is he pissed off that I didn’t have time to warn him before I—
Hell. Did I screw up big-time?
If I didn’t feel sleazy before, I’m starting to now.
From the kitchen, I hear a sequence of beeps from the oven. Then a faucet flips on somewhere in the house. A moment later, he pads onto the rug and kneels beside me, looking me right in the eyes. “I’m preheating the broiler.”
“The broiler?” I echo stupidly. “I don’t even know what that is.”
Roderick smiles at me. And then, in what feels like yet another miracle, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to my lips. “I need you to get up and follow me.” He plucks his underwear off the floor and rises to his feet again.
“Okay?” Maybe he’s not mad at me after all?
He steps into his briefs and marches out of the room again, beckoning me. Still feeling stoned, I follow him dumbly into the downstairs bathroom.
“Get in.” He points at the big, clawfoot tub, which is beginning to fill with water. “Wait for me.”
I look down at the tub, where water streams from the faucet. “Okay?”
“Go on.” He gives me a pat on my bare ass. Then he leaves.
I wipe myself up a little before stepping into the tub. When I sit down, the water is wonderfully hot against my cooling skin. I close my eyes and try to make sense of this crazy evening. I haven’t taken a bath since I was seven. And why does Roderick want me to?
He reappears a few minutes later. He drops his shorts, turns off the water, and steps carefully into the opposite end of the tub. I can’t help but gaze admiringly at his bare body. That V of muscle at his hips almost makes me feel horny all over again.
I’m not sure we’re both going to fit into this bath, and I don’t understand why he’d want to try.
Roderick lowers himself into the water. There isn’t enough space for his legs, so he weaves them between mine. The contact makes my heart jump. Nobody ever touches my naked body. I mean never. The brush of his leg hair against mine is seriously unfamiliar. So is the stroke of the arch of his foot against my inner thigh.
Heat rises from my skin, and it’s not because of the water. I don’t know if I can play it cool when we’re face to face in the bright bathroom light. “So…why did you call this meeting?” I ask.
The words come out sounding nonchalant, but I’m freaking out inside, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I just sucked a dick. That was fun, and I’m game to do it again. But now he wants to talk to me? I have never felt more naked than I do right now.
“Well,” he begins, leaning back, resting his elegant head on the rim of the tub. He looks as comfortable as ever. “In the first place, our oven needs a few minutes to preheat. And I’ve been wanting to try out the tub for a while. Plus, I think better when I’m submerged.”
“With me?”
“Yeah.” He gives me a sheepish grin. “It’s obvious that we were going to do that again, right? What with you giving me that…” He waves his hand in my general direction. “…brown-eyed smolder you’ve got going on. And me with insufficient self-control to resist a hunky farm boy.”
“Smolder?” I don’t know much, but I’m sure I’ve never smoldered.
“You’re just so—” He lets out a sigh. “So irresistible to me. I don’t think I can stay out of your bed. Or off your dick. If you want me on it, that is.”
I think he’s being flip, but I feel my blood stir anyway. “Does that mean you’re not going to freak out this time?”
