Page 8 of Pucked-Up Roommate Deal

“About what?” I demanded when he broke off suddenly and snapped his lips shut.

He shook his head.

“God damn it! Tell me.”

“About fucking wanting you. Okay?” he yelled. “About being attracted to you. Happy now?”

I stared at him my anger deflating. “No. No, I’m not happy.”

“What do you even want?” He spun away. “Damn it. I knew this was a bad idea.”

“It’s not. Why didn’t you want me to know?”

“Why do you think? How uncomfortable would it be to have a roommate who wants to slam you into a wall and fuck you? Or who wants you to do that to him?” He shoved a hand through his hair. “So I didn’t say anything that would just make thingsuncomfortable. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t be interested anyway.”

Closing the distance between us, I banded an arm across his belly and dragged him back against me. I pressed into him and wedged my cock against his ass. “Does this fucking feel like I’m uninterested?” I nipped the shell of his ear. “Does it feel like I don’t want you to fuck me—or for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Port,” he breathed.

“I much prefer the former to the latter, though. Does that surprise you?”

“As much as you’re a needy princess? No.”

“Hey!” I protested, sliding my hand down and squeezing his hard cock.

Nash groaned low in his throat, and his hips thrust up into my hand. I wasn’t sure the movement was intentional the first time, but for sure, the second push into my tight fist was on purpose. Without thinking much about it, I turned us and shoved his back to the closet door.

“Let me show you how much of a princess I can be?” I smirked, holding his gaze as I dropped to my knees and yanked open his pants.

“Porter,” he gasped. “We can’t.”

“Oh…but we can.” I tugged down his underwear and came face-to-shaft with the prettiest damn cock I’d ever seen. Maybe, it was because I’d been celibate for a while, but it was nice and long and thick, and I knew for sure I’d be feeling it for days onceI got it in me. And as of about ten minutes ago, I’d known it would be.

I wrapped my hand around him, tugging along his length while Nash thunked his head back against the door with a strangled moan.

“Gotta be quiet,” I warned, teasing the underside of his shaft with my thumb pressing into the sensitive divot beneath his glans.

“Fucking hell,” he swore through his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut, his hands fisted at his sides. I pumped my hand a few more times, opening my mouth and huffing breaths over the head of his dick and earning a shudder.

I grinned continuing until precum formed on his tip, pearly droplets begging for me to taste. And who was I to say no? Leaning in, I flattened my tongue over the velvety skin, gathering the salty-sweetness then engulfing the head with my mouth.

Now it was my turn to groan and close my eyes in pleasure. I might be a bruiser on the ice. I took zero shit from opponents and I had no problem slamming someone into the boards. But there was just something about being on my knees for a lover, dick filling my mouth and sliding along my tongue to my throat. I gave off top energy in public—literally everywhere but in intimate situations—but when it came to sex? Bottom all the way. It was almost as if, after exuding all that dominant take charge energy, I needed someone to take charge of me.

Or letmepleasure them, as the case was in that moment.

Dropping my hand lower, I cupped Nash’s balls, rolling them in my hand while I took him deeper. His fingers knotted in my hair as I bobbed along his shaft, going all the way to the tip before surging forward again, taking him deeper each time. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stay still any longer. His hips rock, meeting me, his hands pulling my head into him, and I was in heaven, in exactly the place I loved to be.

My tongue lashed around him, my suction growing stronger when ever I pulled back. I kept working his balls in my palm, listening to Nash’s breathing, waiting for the moment when I knew he was a moment from breaking. Then there it was, the broken and uneven pants, the tensions railing through him as he tried to keep from coming. Playing dirty, I stretched out two fingers and curled them along the skin separating his cock from his ass.

Nash jerked, a strangled yell rasping from him as he poured into my mouth. I swallowed convulsively, taking it all, owning it all. He might not know it, but I’d just made him mine.

Grinning, I sat back on my heels and wiped my hand over my lips. Nash stared down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I think…you can do that whenever you want. And…I think…I want to bend you over the closest surface and fuck that grin right off your face,” Something shifted in his gaze as his confidence seemed to grow. “And then fuck you some more until your coming all over the sheets while I fill you.”

I watched his throat convulse as he swallowed and reached to pull his boxer-briefs into place and fasten his pants. I stood, helping him to tuck in his shirt, but he stopped me. His handwrapped behind my head, and he pulled me in for a kiss, pressing my lips open and claiming my mouth.

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