Page 43 of Run, Run, Roommates
“Don’t worry about it,” he says quickly, and I study his face to make sure he really is okay with going alone. “Joe didn’t have a will, so my parents did whatever they wanted and he’s out in Long Island. Which is why I have a will because I do not want to end up at the whim of my parents.”
Wow. He has a will. That’s boss-level adulting.
“That must have been a tough time for you. Joe’s funeral and dealing with your parents and not being able to carry out Joe’s wishes.”
“It was. The shittiest thing was that my parents thought I’d have a relationship with them again. Like I’d forget their cruelty and now that Joe was gone everything would be fine.”
I cocked my head. “They’d accept your bisexuality but not Joe being gay?”
Marco grins wickedly. “They don’t know. I want them to know that I’m rejecting them, not the other way around.”
That delights me. I finish the last of my toast and take a few sips of my still-cooling coffee.
Marco clears his throat. “Regarding said sexfest: Is there anything you want to do?”
“Like . . . ?”
He counts off with his fingers. “Positions. Acts. I’m sure we can find a sex shop that’s open today and pick up any supplies.”
“Huh. I haven’t really thought about it.”
Marco tilts his head at me. “What do you think about when you’re using the dildo?”
I blush. “Oh, um, well . . . you already know I think about you . . .”
He grins, showing all his teeth. “Yeah? You think about me doing what?”
Oh my god. Why is it so hard to say naughty things? “In the shower,” I finally say.
He pulls out his phone and I watch over his shoulder as he starts a note. Shower sex, he types. Then he adds, watch Brin use her toy and then use toy on Brin.
He glances up at me. “Mind if I make some suggestions?”
I gesture with my mug. “By all means.”
Reverse cowgirl.
Okay, that one I know.
Doggy style.
Yup, heard of that one too.
Prone bone.
“What the hell is that one?” I blurt.
“Oh, I’ll show you. Now hurry up and finish your coffee, gorgeous.”
By the time I’d finished my coffee the list was about thirty items long—a lot to tackle in a short sexfest, but Marco’s trying his best.
He starts by tugging on my ankles, pulling me down to lie on my back, and peeling the pajamas off my legs. Then he dives in, face-first, and brings me to a quick climax with his mouth.
Then he flips me over and crawls on top of me. I still have my shirt on, but Marco rucks it up and presses his whole body against mine, kissing the back of my neck. He’s gotten undressed, probably while I was in a post-orgasm fugue state, and so our bodies are skin to skin.
His weight pressing me down is so sexy it sends a shiver up my spine. His lips trace a path up to my ear, and he nibbles on my earlobe. “I’m gonna get a condom, okay? Then I’m going to show you the wonders of the prone bone. I think you’ll like it.”
I hear the nightstand drawer open, and the rip of the foil. Then Marco’s back, straddling my thighs. “Lift up a bit, gorgeous.” He taps my hip so I know what he means. When I spread my legs, he tells me to close them.
