Page 27 of Loud Hot Roomie
“Fuck yes, I do.”
I nip at his lip. “Bad boy.”
“You going to spank me?”
I playfully swat at his ass before grabbing a handful of him. “Why is this so good?”
“I was wondering the same thing,” he whispers. “Do I kiss better than anyone you know?”
“Yeah, man. You do.” I pull back to look at his hooded eyes. “I don’t…I never…”
His eyebrows furl together. “You can tell me.”
“It’s weird and embarrassing.”
“You’ve had your finger up my ass. We’re beyond weird and embarrassing, Dere-Dere.”
I plant a quick kiss on his lips. “You have a point there. I don’t know. I just… Kissing and touching have never been something I enjoyed.”
“Oh,” he says, shock in his tone. “And here I thought you might be weirded out about hooking up with a guy.”
“You make me feel alive. I’ve never felt alive like this before.”
His features soften. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I was in a long-term, committed relationship with a great woman, and even when she was carrying my child, the most I felt was warm affection for her. The sex was fine and I could do it. Hell, I even enjoyed that part, but even still, nothing has ever felt as good as kissing you.”
“Wow,” Riko murmurs. “That’s… I didn’t know you had a kid.”
A pang of sadness clutches my chest. “We lost the baby. Miscarriage. It sucked, but it was the catalyst for our breakup, which was inevitable.”
“I’m sorry, Derek.”
“I’m not telling you this to make you sad or feel sorry for me,” I rush out as I caress his lower back. “I’m telling you so you understand how important this is for me.”
“No pressure,” he mutters.
We both laugh softly.
“For the record,” he continues, hand cupping my pectoral muscle beneath my shirt, “this is strange but good for me too. I’m worried I am going to mess something up between us by being my usual, ridiculous self, and I really, really don’t want to mess this up. I like you a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
I nip at his bottom lip. “I should hope so. You’re my hubby after all.”
“I don’t see a ring,” he teases.
“It’s invisible.”
Whatever words he tries to come up with next are chased away by my hungry mouth. I devour his irresistible lips and tongue until we’re both panting. And when our faces are raw from kissing, I twist him around so I can make him my little spoon. With my dick nestled against his ass, we’re a perfect fit.
“Derek?” His voice is soft and unsure. It makes me hug him tighter to me.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You can’t,” I murmur. “You’re fixing things.”
“How?”
