Page 42 of Oblivious Roommate

I pass him the rum once I’m done with my half. “I mean, I guess your standard is high. Whatever I might think about Logan, he is hot shit. It bothers me how much he knows it.”

“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be tied down? Why settle when someone better can come along,” Cass says in a voice so casual I feel a cold sensation going down my spine. He drinks the rum in one gulp.

I shuffle closer to shove him a little. “Better than you and your non-existent gag reflex? I highly doubt that. You said it yourself, he’s the lucky one.”

Cassian meets my eyes. “Of course he is. Too bad we’ve barely seen each other this past month.”

“Are you saying he’s really missing out on this?” I jokingly reach to squeeze his dick through his pants, but as soon as I touch him, it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.

Dark green eyes pin me with their intensity, and plump lips open.

He’s half-hard, and stiffening fast. “Yeah.”

I shouldn’t have drunk so much. It’s making me keep my hand where it is, and all I can think about are the BJ skills he boasted about. My breath quickens. “How badly do you need that dick to suck on?” I only manage to whisper, too overwhelmed with what I’m doing.

They tell you not to drink and drive, but no one warns you: don’t drink then lie down and joke around with the best friend you have the hots for.

And yet that’s what I’m doing, and before the still-coherent part of my brain can make me slide back into the driver’s seat, Cassian shifts closer and touches my neck with his fingertips. Their warmth is enough to make me shiver, but then his hand moves down my chest and grabs my belt.

“Happy Birthday, Mattie?” he whispers, never looking away, as if his eyelids were pasted to his brows.

I nod because speaking is too difficult in these circumstances and my tongue ties every time I try to come up with something. My brain flashes with a giant red light, but all I can focus on is Cassian, with his beautiful eyes, the hand undoing my belt.

I’m helpless when it comes to the desire I feel for him, and I stroke his forearm, now annoyed at the existence the sweater I found so nice on him before.

He hangs over me, squeezing my hard cock with so much intent I can feel blood leaving my brain to go where it’s needed way more. I love the way he’s looking at me, as if no other man exists. As if I’m the last one on Earth and the sole person capable of satisfying his cravings.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he offers me a tempting smile before pulling down the zipper of my jeans. The noise it makes is like a jolt of pleasure at the back of my neck.

I’m so very hard.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused.

The need to get off is an instinct I’m unable to fight. I can’t believe it’s happening, my mind is booze-soaked, but all I want is for him to taste me.

My whole body throbs with excitement, and even the tiniest touch, like sliding my fingertips under the sleeve of his sweater drives me mad. We’ve touched so many times wrestling for the TV remote or hugging, but this is different.

He wants me and nothing else matters.

I moan when he pushes his fingers into my hair, then lowers himself, so he’s eye level with my hips. Seeing him there makes me feel like the hottest stud on the planet, and I push my jeans down, revealing my erection trapped under black boxers. The glow of the flashlight makes shadows darker, which somehow makes my dick look like something out of a porn movie, but it’s Cassian’s face coming closer to it that makes it a truly erotic visual.

His cool palm rests on my hip as his eyes shut, and he rubs his nose against my length, smelling my body through fabric.

Did I whimper? Maybe.

My heart is working overtime, I’m hot all over, and the car feels like another dimension. One in which Cass lusts for me that same way I do for him.

I’m so turned on a drop of pre-cum drips from my dick as soon as the cotton underwear slides down too. When Cass licks it off, I stop breathing altogether.

Because this can’t be happening and yet somehow I see him curl his fingers around my painfully hard erection and tease the underside of the head while staring straight at me.

His free hand wanders over my hips, stomach, thighs, raising the temperature with every round it makes. I can’t even begin to describe how hot his tongue feels as it tastes me.

Time stands still and rushes forward all too fast. I moan at his touch, helplessly reaching for his handsome face. I have no idea how long I’ll be able to last with him, but I’ll cherish every second. It feels like my whole being is wrapped up in him.

I have no idea what I could say, so I give up on trying and let my body do the talking.

He trembles at my touch, exhaling air against my wet cockhead, but instead of flinching away, he cuddles up to my hand before turning against it for a sensuous kiss to the center of my palm. His warm hand works my dick as he makes out with my hand, but after a couple of seconds, he again leans over my cock, mouth wide open as he invites me down his heavenly tongue.