Page 39 of Tapped By My Roommate
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“I’m glad you wore it.” He slowly tugged it, loosening the tie. “Because it’s super hot to take it off you.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. Watching it loosen to bare your neck to me, then slowly slide over that creamy skin of yours?” He shuddered against me as he dragged the tie off me in what felt like slow motion. “Fucking hot.”
His tongue dipped into the hollow of my throat, the spot my bowtie had hidden from view. I felt each lick as if it were directly connected to my cock, and I tipped my head back for more. Rhett followed my cue effortlessly, kissing and sucking at my throat until I couldn’t help myself.
I wrapped one leg around his hip and rocked against him frantically. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Yeah, yeah, do it,” Rhett urged me. He gripped my leg, pulling me even harder against him while he thrust his hips forward.
I squeezed my eyes shut, choking on a cry as my orgasm swept through me. My cock spurted in my jeans, making a mess of me, while Rhett shuddered above me. Was he coming in his pants too? That was hotter than it should be. The idea I could make someone like Rhett come apart was…surreal.
We both fell still, panting a little. His breath was hot against my skin as he said, “See? A movie was a great idea.”
I laughed. “Yeah. Godzilla always relaxes me.”
And I was relaxed. The nerves that had plagued me had retreated for the moment. I sat up, grimacing at the squelch in my pants. “We both need a shower.”
He looked at me steadily. Waiting for an invitation to share one, maybe? I swallowed. As much as I’d enjoyed what we did, I wasnotready to be naked in a shower with him. I wouldn’t mind looking at Rhett while he was naked and wet. That was something I’d been imagining since the day I’d seen him in just a towel. But I wasn’t ready to bare myself to him. Not yet.
“You can go first,” I said. “You have to get ready for work soon.”
He smiled, and if he was disappointed, I couldn’t tell. “All right. I’ll make it quick.”
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RHETT
I played it cool as I sauntered down the hall toward the shower. I was supposed to be the experienced one. Wouldn’t do to let Ethan see me worked up. I even shot him an easy smile over my shoulder as I went.
But as soon as I got inside the bathroom, I slumped back against the door. “Holy shit,” I whispered.
Because I was worked up. I was fucking rattled. I hadn’t felt that kind of chemistry with someone in a long time—if ever. I definitely hadn’t ever come in my pants.
I pushed myself off the door, peeled off my shorts and underwear, grimacing at the clingy, wet fabric, and turned on the shower. I didn’t wait for it to heat up. Ethan would need to clean up, and I didn’t want to leave him in a similar messy state for long.
I scrubbed quickly under the cool shower spray before getting out and grabbing a towel to rub myself dry. A small part of me wished Ethan had showered with me, but it was better that he hadn’t. I needed a few minutes to get my head straight.
I’d planned to go slow with Ethan. I wasn’t sure this qualified—even though we’d kept all our clothes on. Still, I couldn’t have refused when Ethan pulled me into that kiss. That had surprised me, in all the best ways.
Ethan thought he wasn’t brave enough. But his actions showed he had the courage to go after what he wanted.
It was going to be a pleasure leading him to that self-realization. Because damn, his enthusiasm was contagious. None of my app hookups had made me feel this way. The combination of his inexperience with men, his shyness, and his eagerness was a cocktail as intoxicating as anything I could mix up at work.
I wrapped my towel around my waist, gathered my clothes, and called toward the living room, “Shower’s free!”
I went into my bedroom, figuring I might as well dress for work that night. I pulled a clean pair of jeans from my laundry basket, never having gotten around to putting them away. If I did my laundry at all, I called it a win. From my closet, I grabbed a T-shirt with the Tracks logo—a set of sound waves over a colored background—and by the time I returned to the living room, Ethan was stepping out of the bathroom.
He wore his T-shirt and a towel, baring little for me to see, but he still blushed as he hurried into his room.
Such a collection of contradictions, this guy. Timid but bold, shy but passionate. But then I’d always known these things about him—it was just in a new context now.
I got out ground beef and started it browning, then grabbed lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and shells. Ethan joined me in the kitchen as I added seasoning to the meat.
“Smells good,” Ethan said. “Want me to slice the tomato?”
