Page 8 of Loud Hot Roomie
His laughter can be heard as I make my way down the stairs. A few seconds later, his obnoxious music starts blasting and the light in the kitchen ceiling rattles. While I wait on him, I stalk back and forth in the kitchen, growing more furious by the second.
A cigarette would taste really good about now…
I decide to make a protein shake instead. It gets my mind off my idiot roommate and focused on something else. My blood has cooled considerably by the time I’m chugging down my drink. Maybe I won’t kill him after all.
Eventually, the music stops, and Riko saunters into the kitchen. He’s not naked, so that’s something, but he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang dangerously low on his tapered hips. The red drool has been scrubbed off his cheek and his hair is wet as if he at least attempted to put himself together.
I set down my now-empty protein cup and lean my ass against the counter, arms crossing over my chest. He throws himself into a chair at the table and absently rubs at his thigh. His cock is still somewhat hard and I’m able to make out the shape of it in his thin shorts.
“Keep staring at it like you want to suck it, and I’m going to let you suck it.”
I snap my head up and glower at him. “What the fuck?”
He shrugs. “A man must seize every opportunity to get off if it’s presented to him.”
“Nothing has been presented to you,” I say icily, ignoring the stiffening of my own cock in my pants. “I’m not rewarding you.”
His lips curl into a devilish grin. “Are you saying I’ve been a bad boy?”
“Yes,” I snarl and then immediately regret it. “I mean…” A huff of frustration escapes me and I shake my head at him. “You better not be getting off on this shit.”
He laughs and my chest tightens. “I’m not the only one who gets off on it.”
To my horror, he jabs a finger at my dick, proving his point. My face burns hot. I consider bolting straight for my truck and pretending this never happened.
“I don’t fuck around with little boys,” I growl.
His eyebrow hikes up. “But you like big boys?”
“What? N-No. I fuck women.” I scrub my palm over my face and sigh heavily. “We’re not discussing my sex life. We’re discussing how I’m about to evict your ass.”
“You can fuck both,” Riko says to me and then pretends to zip his lips. “And you can’t evict me.”
“I don’t want to fuck both,” I snap. “And why the hell not?”
He grins wolfishly at me. “I bet you do. And do you really want to give all that money back?”
I crack my neck and watch him warily as he stands. He’s right, though.About the money, not the fucking.It’s too late to come up with rent in another week. I’d have to rob my truck payment money to buy me some time, but that’s a very temporary solution because it’s due the week after rent.
“Please clean up after yourself,” I grit out. “This shit stresses me out.”
His features soften as he turns on the sink. “That’s all you had to say. A simple please.”
I don’t believe that for a second. Riko seems the type you have to hammer in your point a few thousand times for him to get it into his thick skull.
But how do you know that, though? You don’t know shit about him.
“If I get this all cleaned up by the time you get home, will you reward me for being a good boy?” Another taunting grin over his shoulder.
“You want a cookie for being a good roomie?”
“Is that a euphemism for a blow job?”
I groan, and again, my hand itches to pop him on the ass. I’ve never had such a visceral urge to punish someone before. I’m a gentle lover, dammit.
Wait…
Why the hell am I allowing him to get inside my head again? I’m not confused about my sex life. He just frazzles the fuck out of me and I end up flustered. It doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want to punish him in some kinky sort of way that ends with us both getting off.
