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“Mmm…say more,” he says, climbing on top of me and perfectly aligning my dick with his crack, sliding forward so I get the full effect.
I go temporarily blind, grasping for his thighs so I don’t accidentally punch myself up into him.
I’m about to flip him over and tempt him the same way, but the bedroom door opens with no warning and Chris pokes his head in. “I—oh—shit—I’m sorry—wait—Shit.”
Olivier sighs the most annoyed, put upon sigh in the world and dismounts with a harsh glare for my roommate.
“Christian, Ollie, Ollie, my roommate Chris,” I say.
Chris gapes a moment longer then says quickly, “Just making sure you were up. Sorry to bust in, I thought—” He shuts the door on us before he can finish his sentence.
Olivier turns his pretty head my way. “Worst cockblock ever.”
I don’t disagree. “He and Jericho are friends.”
“Oh.”
“He won’t say anything without talking to me, though,” I say, thinking out loud.
“Would you mind if he did?”
“Should come from me, don’t you think?”
“I hope I didn’t just buy you four more weeks of stringing Jericho along.”
He’s giving me an opportunity here I can’t pass up. “Who says I’d be stringing her along?”
His blue eyes flare in the lamplight.
“Am I not allowed to have special friends, too?”
I’ve rendered him speechless, and I make a grab for him, satisfied, wrestling him onto his back and hovering over him. “I’m kidding.”
“You’re horrible.”
“You knew that already.”
He pulls my face down in a quick movement and kisses me fiercely, his tongue lashing through my mouth and gone too soon. “Come to the party with me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. Someone can cover you for a few hours, surely. Or people can open the door all by themselves. I promise we all know how to work the elevator. We do it from our floors every day.”
“But who’ll sign for the passive-aggressive packages?”
He smiles up at me, and I find myself smiling back again. He really is something. “Okay,” I give in.
“And you’ll accept the suit as a thank you gift without bitching at me about it being charity?”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Well, can you meet me at my tailor tomorrow afternoon at three? Or sleep at my place and we’ll go together?”
“Sure. One of those.”
“Do you wanna sit on my dick?” he asks.
“Not exactly, but I’ll happily lie down and let you rail me real quick.”
