“Shh,” he said, nodding to the wall.
I nearly groaned with irritation. I’d never been so annoyed to have a roommate in my life.
I clamped down on my wanton noises, making sure to keep my voice down as Rafael’s hand slowly pumped my cock. It throbbed in his grip like I was a damn virgin, aching and thick and making me buck my hips with every stroke.
“God, fuck, Raf, it’s too much,” I hissed. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”
“Should I stop?”
“Fuck no.”
He grinned. “Do you always swear this much?”
“Only when hot alphas give me fucking amazing handjobs.”
Rafael shot me a jealous glare. He squeezed my cock slightly, making me gasp. “Oh, really? What other hot alphas are giving you handjobs?”
“None!” I cried. “Nobody, fuck, I was talking aboutyou.”
He loosened the firm grip and I relaxed with a shaky exhale. “Good,” he said with a smirk.
I huffed. “You’re hot when you get possessive. Maybe I should make you jealous more.”
Rafael leaned into me, using his strength to tip me back until my head was against the wall. “Oh, really?” He kissed me, though this one was unexpectedly gentle. “But being possessive means I’d have to have some kind of claim over you.” His hand worked my cock a little faster. “Up until now, weren’t we just friends?”
I let out a high whine. Words escaped me for a moment as Rafael’s hand pumped my cock, firm and languid, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I was on the edge of a meltdown.
“Fuck!” I cried.
He grinned. “Fuckisn’t really the answer I was looking for.”
I glared at him and his shit-eating grin. Of course he had to be a wise guy while he was giving me the best handjob of my life.
“I--no, we aren’t friends--I mean, we are, butoh, fuck,” I said, my words melting into another moan as Rafael’s other hand went to fondle my balls.
“What are we?” he asked again, close enough to feel his breath on my face.
I bit back a loud cry. The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely. It was on a whole other level I’d never experienced. I wanted to scream or cry orsomethingto relieve the intensity of the pressure building up in my balls.
“Are you mine, Sky?” he asked.
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I’m yours!”
Rafael’s hand moved faster. White-hot pleasure flooded me. I opened my mouth in a soundless wail as I came. Rafael milked my cock, pumping it as each spurt of cum jetted out and painted his hand. The orgasm felt endless, like I had months of cum stored up.
I felt like passing out when it was over. I collapsed back against the bed, boneless and gasping for air. I’d never cum so hard from a simple handjob before, ever.
My cock went half-hard and twitched. My balls ached like they’d been emptied out.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled, seeing stars.
“You okay?” Rafael asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m…” A wave of dizziness came over me and I moaned softly. “Shit, you made me cum so hard that I feel stupid.”
He hissed a chuckle out through his teeth as he nuzzled my face with his stubble-coated cheek. “You’re so damn cute, Sky.”
I mumbled a wordless reply. The orgasm hit me way too hard. My body felt heavy, almost numb, and my grip on consciousness was slipping fast.
