Page 60 of Tapped By My Roommate
His smile widened. “Good. Tell me what you want.”
“I wrote the list.”
He shook his head. “Say it, Ethan. Say whatever thing on that list you want to dorightnow. I’ll drop to my knees and suck you. I’ll happily let you use your mouth on me again. You can taste my cum again, or I can swallow—”
“Take off your clothes,” I blurted. “That’s what I want. You naked. Please. If I can have anything…”
“All you had to do was ask. I just have one request.”
I nodded, desperate now that I’d finally gotten up the courage to ask for something I’d desired since practically our first kiss. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it if it gets you naked.”
He chuckled. “You’re flattering me.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I’m just telling the truth.”
He drew me into a soft kiss. “I’m really glad you are,” he said. “Keep telling me what you want. I’ll give it to you. Every time.”
I wasn’t sure that was entirely true. He’d give it to me within the bounds of what we’d agreed to do, maybe. Which meant I didn’t have to be afraid to slide my hands under his shirt.
He drew in an unsteady breath as my fingers made contact with his skin.
“I want to hear what you want too,” I said. “You always ask me, but…you just said you had a request? What is it?”
“Undress me,” he said. “I still think about that message you sent as CuriousLizard. How you wanted to get me naked, study me…” He shivered. “It was hot.”
My heart pounded with excitement. “Yeah. I can do that.”
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RHETT
Ethan grasped the hem of my T-shirt and pushed it up. I lifted my arms to help him tug it over my head, my pulse racing. Of everything we’d done, this felt the most intimate. Letting another man take off my clothes wasn’t something I’d done often. I rarely got naked for hookups, more often keeping to hand jobs or blow jobs, and when I did, I stripped myself.
I felt a little vulnerable, letting Ethan bare me. But so sexy too.
And after the weird vibe between us tonight thanks to my careless words, combined with the flash of jealousy I’d felt when my sister flirted with him, I needed this. I didn’t know yet that I could really commit to the idea of arelationship, or if Ethan would even want one, but I knew that I wasn’t done with this. Far from it.
My shirt dropped to the floor. I thought Ethan would move on to my jeans. I toed off my shoes in anticipation. But instead he placed his hands on my bare waist and slowly slid his palms up my flanks. When he reached my chest, he skated a thumb over each nipple. Back and forth he rubbed until my body tightened. He pinched each hardened peak, and I gasped at the sudden sting.
“Too hard?” he asked.
“No,” I murmured.
He did it once more, the zing of pain-pleasure ricocheting through my body, making me jerk. I wanted to grab him and force his mouth to my chest, or maybe push him to his knees and order him to take out my cock. Instead, I held still while he explored me.
This was what he’d meant when he first messaged me as CuriousLizard. What I’d wanted.
And it was the most erotic, frustrating thing I’d ever done.
Ethan slowly mapped out my torso, touching what seemed like every inch of exposed skin. He moved away from my tingling nipples, to flutter his fingers through my chest hair, then trace down my breastbone until he circled my navel. I sucked in my stomach, tensing a little at the light, ticklish touch.
He dipped a finger inside my belly button. Fuck, that was weird. It was such a superficial touch, but it felt as if he were touching an intimate place inside. I made a sound in my throat, not quite sure if it was a protest or a plea.
His eyes met mine briefly as he traced the edge of my belly button. Did he know how erotic that was—or what act it reminded me of? He’d carefully avoided any mention of ass play in his list. But it didn’t stop my body from reacting to the tease, my hole tingling with a craving I rarely felt. I wanted him to touch me there too, wanted those longer fingers to press inside. But it was too soon to even consider such an act with Ethan.
He moved on at last, as I trembled with desire, skating his hands up under my arms. He pressed his fingers into my triceps. I tensed on reflex, tightening my arm muscles as he squeezed.
“Fuck,” he whispered. It was the first thing either of us had said in minutes. He pushed my arms up over my head almost roughly. This side of Ethan turned me on even more. Pinned to the wall, stretched out with my arms overhead, I watched him study me. I still had my damn pants on, but I’d never felt more naked.
