Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I’m coming! Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
I was half a beat behind him, roaring as my orgasm pummeled me like a renegade wave.
Resurfacing to planet Earth took a while. First, I had to catch my breath and second…I had to figure out how to play this. Cool and casual was the best method. I didn’t want this to get weird. We weren’t going to become overnight besties or hell…boyfriends, but I certainly didn’t want any post-coitus regret.
To suggest this wasn’t my area of expertise was an understatement. I didn’t linger after sex. Ever. I was usually anxious to move along before I did or said anything to expose myself as an opportunistic asshole with substance issues. But there was nowhere to hide here. This was my house, and I fucking lived with Rafe. We had a few walls between us at best and no other roommates to run interference. Just us.
Fuck.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have taken the potential fallout into account, but I’d been in a daze since he’d come out of the dressing room in that slinky fabric and when he’d kiss-attacked me in the parking lot…well, here we were, naked and covered in sweat and cum.
I sat up gingerly, surveying the wreckage of tangled bedsheets and clothes strewn across the colorful space.
“We made a mess,” I commented, braving a glance at Rafe lying beside me with his eyes closed.
His hair stood on end, his spent cock drooped to the left, and if I wasn’t mistaken, that was a hickey on his collarbone. Oops.
Rafe opened his eyes one at a time, and grinned, slow and satisfied. Like a cat who’d caught a canary and scored a generous helping of catnip for dessert too.
“Worth it.” He propped himself on his elbows and lightly kicked my shin. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not going to get ideas, Gus.”
I scoffed as if it hadn’t occurred to me that this might be awkward. “I didn’t think you were.”
“You did, but I’m not that guy.” Rafe hopped out of bed, his bare ass swaying as he waltzed toward the door. “I need a shower before I head to the rink. Later.”
That was it?
I couldn’t tell if I’d dodged a bullet or if the roommate game had just taken a complicated turn.
CHAPTER 14
RAFE
Boris was yelling at me, Celine was examining her cuticles while surreptitiously hovering, Eli was supporting Kelsi’s torso as she extended her leg in a graceful arabesque, and I was blissfully floating somewhere above it all. Here and yet…not.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t hear my jump coach voicing his displeasure at my lack of concentration or that I didn’t notice my worried friend or wonder why Eli was still at the rink when he could have been long gone by now. No, I was a thousand miles away, reliving the incredible feeling of having Gus Langley’s cock buried deep inside me.
Can you blame me?
That had been the best sex of my entire life. No doubt about it. Afterward, it had been business as usual. We’d gone our separate ways for practice, gym time, and classes, and that was perfectly fine.
Okay, not true.
I’d wanted a repeat, but I also hadn’t wanted any major discussion about it. Was it possible to just have sex without talking about it? If we talked, he’d realize that I had a terrible crush on him and that would definitely make the next two months awkward.
So…I tried to act normal.
The morning after the first time we’d…you know, Gus had poured me a cup of coffee in my “Nacho average ice skater” mug in greeting and sat across from me at the table. We’d scrolled through our respective cells and sipped our coffees in companionable quiet. He’d stood to rinse his cup first, mentioned something about finishing a paper that was due that day. I’d reminded him that we’d agreed to skate together and that there was a free thirty-minute spot at eight o’clock that night.
Gus had rolled his eyes. “I have practice till seven and I’m gonna be starving, so I’m going to eat two dinners. I’ll be too full to skate, Rafey.”
“Don’t be a baby. Eat something light, skate with me, and treat yourself to a real meal after. C’mon,” I’d cajoled, my gaze wandering from his pecs to his thick biceps. “This is my contribution to your silly game, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he’d said in a smoky tone that went straight to my cock.
He’d stood to put his mug in the sink and I’d followed him, like a moth drawn to a flame.
I’d stared and stared, my heart beating out of my chest, wishing I knew how to ask for what I wanted. But…the next thing I knew, Gus’s mouth was on mine, his hand was inside my boxer briefs, squeezing my ass cheeks as he tongue-fucked me. One thing had led to another, as it sometimes did, and I’d ended up on my knees, sucking his cock while I jerked myself a soda.