Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(54)

“Holy shit, Payne …” His words come out on a long whine, and it only spurs me on.

I give his hole all the attention I can manage, getting high off the feeling. My cock is begging me to get on with it, to sink inside him, but while I can’t wait to fuck him into the mattress, I’m also pretty goddamn eager to get him to make more of those needy sounds for me.

I lick and suck and nip at his flesh until he softens enough for me to work my tongue inside. I moan, fucking loving this. It’s been way too long since I’ve been so consumed by another person.

I should have known my marriage had issues well before I did. He never responded to me like this.

Beau reaches around to grasp my hair as he rocks his hips back. “I think … I think … I think …” His rough voice is high-pitched and needy. Desperate. I love that he can’t get his words out.

I withdraw my tongue and replace it with my finger instead. “Tell me.”

“I think you need to stop,” he begs.

“Why?” For a hot second, I’m worried I’ve gone too far when he replies.

“Because I’m so goddamn close, and I want you inside me when I come.” He scrambles away from me, yanks open my dresser, and tosses my lube back to me.

I snap it open and pour some over my fingers, filling his ass with two this time, and he continues to search. “Where are they?”

“What?”

“Your condoms.”

I freeze. “Fuck. I forgot about those. I don’t have any. Where are yours?”

Beau face-plants into the bed. “I think you’re underestimating how long it’s been since I had sex.”

Oh, fuck no. “Should … should one of us duck out, or …”

I go to remove my fingers when Beau makes a noise of protest and grabs my wrist.

“I … I used to be on PrEP. Back when I was hooking up a lot. I’ve had tests since, and they were all clear.”

Is he … does he mean … “Me too. Since I found out about … you know. I got tested. Twice. All negative.” Plus we hadn’t had sex for a while before it ended.

He peers back at me over his shoulder, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

I press another finger in, and he gasps at the intrusion before pushing back to meet me.

“I’m ready.”

I grab the lube again and cover my cock as Beau repositions in the middle of the bed. I blanket his body, chest to his back, and press my nose into the hair behind his ear to greedily inhale his scent. “Any man you’ve ever dated would be lucky to be where I am.”

“I never wanted any of them. Not like this.”

I almost agree. Almost tell him that I’ve never had someone respond to my touch the way he does. I’ve never had another man driven completely crazy over being with me. There’s lust, and there are hookups with hot sex. Some of it is exaggerated, some of it isn’t. But as soon as it’s over, that neediness disappears.

It’s not like that with Beau.

Because the need isn’t all physical.

But I can’t lie and say it wasn’t like that with my ex, at least in the beginning. Though it’s been so long now, it’s hard to remember.

And right now, all I want to focus on is Beau.

I guide my cock toward his hole and slowly sink inside. He’s so tight my toes curl, and my teeth latch onto his ear. When I bottom out, I need to pause for a minute, otherwise things are going to be over before they get started. If I’m lucky, I’ll have a round two in me tonight, but since it’s not a guarantee, I’m going to make the most of this.

I start out slow, each rock of my hips gentle and deliberate, feeling the way Beau’s body grips me and sucks me back in. My lips find his neck as I take my time, drawing out every second from this moment and trying to make it last. I love this feeling. Filling another man. And knowing it’s Beau makes this moment deeper than it should be.

Then he reaches around and slaps my ass.

“Argh.”

“Fuck me like you mean it.” His sexy rasp pools in my balls.

“Gladly.” I grab his hips and pull him up onto his hands and knees, then let loose.

Beau takes my pounding by meeting every thrust, and I fuck the most delicious sounds out of him. His hands have tightened in my bedsheets, sweat is prickling along my spine, and the pornographic noises that fill the room are making it hard to concentrate on anything other than the need to blow my load.

The sight of him bent over and taking my cock, head thrown back and tilted so I get a glimpse of those puffy, parted lips, is sending me crazy. I never want this to end. I’ve never been so thankful I learned origami in my life.

I have no idea if we’ll do this again after tonight, but if Beau offers it, I’m there. Because how the hell do I say no to this man? For anything? Ever?

And somehow, this feels a thousand times more intimate than anything I’ve ever done before.

I slide my hand over Beau’s ribs, then pull him up against me. My arms wrap securely around his torso, and I plant one foot on the bed. Then I grind deep inside him.

“You love this, don’t you?” I ask.

“Mmm …”

“Tell me how much you love taking my cock. How much you love me fucking you.”