Page 61 of Tapped By My Roommate
I wasn’t used to letting someone take charge of me. I’d asked him to undress me, but this was on a whole other level. It felt strange.
“I want to see you too.” The words jumped out of me without my permission. This was supposed to be Ethan’s show tonight. But I couldn’t hold back, not anymore. “Fuck, I want to touch you too.”
“Not yet.”
He trailed his fingers down the length of my arms, from wrist to underarm, making me squirm. For some unknown reason, I kept my arms where he left them despite the urge to move.
“You’re so beautiful.”
It was the boldest thing he’d ever said to me.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Is that not something guys say to each other?” He sounded uncertain once more. “You’re masculine, but so sexy. That’s all I mean.”
“I’m sure some guys use the word beautiful. Why not?” I cleared my throat. “No one has ever calledmethat.”
“Well, you are.”
I licked my lips. “You’ve finally found your words.”
He laughed sheepishly. “Not sure that’s a good thing.”
The return of his shyness was both a relief and not. It made me feel I was on steadier footing. I knew this Ethan. But the other Ethan, the one who’d studied me and touched me with an intensity that no one else ever had, was hot as hell.
I started to lower my arms, and he pushed them back over my head.
“Wait. I like looking at you like this, all stretched out. It makes you look so tight and hard.”
I groaned. “I am hard, Ethan.”
His eyes darted down. It was too dark to see, but I imagined him blushing once more. “Y-you’re…”
“Hard for you,” I clarified. “If this goes on much longer, I might come in my pants.”
He sucked in a loud breath, eyes on the bulge in my jeans. He cupped my cock through the denim, and I couldn’t hold back a tortured groan as I bucked into the touch. Desperate now, I couldn’t keep quiet. “Don’t you want to see all of me? Take off my pants, Ethan. Touch me everywhere.”
He reached for my waistband, and I sagged with relief, though I kept my arms up. They were starting to burn a little, but I wouldn’t dream of disappointing Ethan. He pushed his fingertips under my waistband, a teasing touch that made my cock jump.
I groaned. “Please…”
Ethan relented, popping open my button and drawing down my zipper. I sighed as my pants loosened, giving my throbbing cock a small bit of relief. Ethan pushed my jeans down, lowering to his knees as he helped me step out of them.
I dropped my arms to clutch at his shoulders as I lifted each foot so he could disentangle my jeans and strip off my socks. I felt more grounded with my hands on him, helping him strip me.
I was down to my underwear now. Soon, this would end. I’d be naked, and things would have to progress.
Ethan kneaded my thighs. It felt so good, even though it wasn’t really the touch I wanted most. He stroked down to my calves, squeezing and rubbing me. Then caressed his way back up, sweeping his hands closer to where I ached to be touched. He stopped with his fingers brushing the edge of my boxer briefs, and I huffed a frustrated breath. Then, he leaned in and brushed his face against my cock, which was stretching the black cotton fabric.
I shuddered hard. “Fuck.”
Glancing up, he asked, “What should I do with you now?”
“Anything you want,” I breathed. “Just…something.”
“Ah-ah,” he said with a teasing tone. “It’s your turn to tell me what you want.”
He smirked a little, and I saw that this was Ethan’s version of payback for all the times I’d insisted he voice his needs. I was a little proud of him, but what he didn’t realize was that I was more than happy to talk sex.
