Page 63 of Tapped By My Roommate
But Rhett was back in the driver’s seat, and it felt comfortable that way. Even when I’d made a study of his body, it wasn’t as if he were truly submissive. He’d made the request first, after all. He’d wanted me to strip him and study him as I’d suggested so long ago. And that, in turn, had given me the confidence to follow my urges.
“What now?” I whispered, feeling the need to be quiet in the intimate confines of the shower.
“Now, I wash your back,” he said, lips quirking.
He gave me a nudge, until I turned my back to his chest, then lathered up a sponge and scrubbed it over my shoulders and back, down to the top of my ass. He hesitated a moment, but didn’t stop there, washing my ass cheeks, my upper thighs, all the way down to my ankles. I was hyperaware of him crouching behind me, his face even with my ass. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I waited for him to pull my cheeks apart, to look upon my most private place, perhaps even touch it.
He stood again, leaning to the side so that the water could wash away the soap.
I exhaled. I’d been unconsciously holding my breath, tense with anticipation. I wasn’t sure whether I was relieved or disappointed he hadn’t touched me more intimately.
It’s not on the list though,I thought.Rhett would remember that.
Despite his insistence on asking what I wanted, Rhett had never suggested anything that went beyond my wish list of sexual acts—unless I counted watching porn, but that was more a sexual aid than an act in itself. He was always careful to respect my boundaries. Too careful, maybe, I thought as my body buzzed with frustration. I wished he could read my mind, that I didn’t have to tell him what I wanted or write it on a list, that we could just…be in tune. But maybe it was unfair to expect so much from a hookup.
We weren’t boyfriends or true lovers.
Rhett turned me back to face him, then lathered up my front. This was more vulnerable, but the suds and dim lighting made it easier to withstand his gaze.
“I find you so sexy,” he murmured. “Will you let me show you how much?”
How could I refuse when he asked so sweetly? His gaze remained appreciative. Nothing indicated he didn’t like what he saw. So I swallowed down my nerves, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Yes.”
Rhett turned off the shower and leaned out to grab the nearest towel. He handed it to me, then retrieved a second. As we dried, I wondered what he had in mind.
I started to wrap the towel around my waist, but Rhett pulled it away, tossing it on the floor. “Nope. This is naked time.”
I choked on a laugh despite my modesty nearly getting the best of me. “Naked time?”
“Yep. You promised I could show you how much I like your body, and that requires nakedness. I want time to fully appreciate every part of you.” His hand dropped to my right ass cheek, squeezing gently. “I haven’t seen nearly enough ofthisround, perky ass—”
“Oh geez.” I grimaced, feeling awkward.
He smirked. “Can’t Rule Five me right now.”
“Ugh, I know.”
Rhett took pity on me and kissed me until I was panting. A wash of lust replaced the embarrassment. I was still hard because despite all the teasing and touches, we had yet to get off. I was beginning to get desperate.
“Come on,” Rhett said. “Take me to your bed. We need to be horizontal for this.”
I swallowed hard. This felt big. Going to my bed naked with Rhett. This was a long way from a hot make-out session on the futon. But I was too curious and horny and weak when it came to him to even consider refusing.
I led him to my room, and it wasn’t until he’d pulled back the comforter and pushed me onto my bed, following me down with a sensuous kiss, that I realized I’d never washed him in the shower. I frowned, disconcerted by the fact he hadn’t let me take care of him equally, but then his entire, bare body came down over me, and every thought was obliterated from my mind.
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RHETT
Our skin was damp and tacky, hindering my plans. I pressed Ethan down into the mattress, kissing him thoroughly, but what I wanted required a little less friction.
“Lube?” I murmured in his ear.
He pointed wordlessly to his side table drawer. Thankfully, I wouldn’t have to get out of bed to retrieve it. I stretched to open the drawer and withdraw the bottle. I pumped some lube into my hand and slicked my cock up, closing my eyes and shuddering at the slippery feel of my fist.
Then I did the same to Ethan, reveling in his low moan as his hips bucked.
I released him, but carefully lined our cocks beside one another as I lowered my weight back onto him. “This okay? I’m not squashing you?”
