Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men’s Club Book 1)
Roommate Arrangement: Chapter 24

Seeing Payne stripped and lazing across my bed is my wildest dreams come to life. He’s physically mouthwatering, but the thing that has my cock standing at full attention is his eyes. His full focus is trained on me as I undress, weighted in lust and a million other things I can’t name.

I lick my lips, so desperate for this I want to rush through it, but I’ll hate myself forever if I don’t take my time.

“You’re going to have to ease me into it,” Payne says in that sexy, deep voice of his, reaching for the lube in my bedside table. “I organized things in the shower earlier, but it’s been a really, really long time.”

They were together, what, a decade? If his ex didn’t top him, then he’s not exaggerating. I need to make this good.

“You never used toys?” I ask.

Payne scowls. “I tried. He didn’t like it because it—get this—made him feel insecure.”

“Fuck …”

“Asshole.”

I hate Kyle with every cell in my body. Fuck him for making Payne feel that way. “Just saying, if you want to buy yourself a dildo and put on a show for me, I’m one hundred percent here for that.”

He grins. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” I drop my boxer briefs and step out of them, giving my cock a slow, loose stroke before I climb up onto the bed.

Payne greedily watches every movement as I crawl over him. I’ll never be able to tell him how amazing I think he is, so when I lean down to kiss him, I try to make him feel it. I want him to know, without a doubt, that no matter what that asshole might have done, Payne deserves the world.

His big hands palm my ass, dragging me over until our cocks line up.

I chuckle into his mouth. “Someone’s impatient.”

“You just feel so good against me.”

“Wait until I’m inside you.”

His groan rumbles in his chest. “I don’t think I can. Fuck, I need this.”

I press another kiss to his lips, linger, kiss him again. Being with him like this makes me indescribably happy. I chuckle and kiss him deep, and when I finally drag myself away from his mouth, he’s smiling too.

I take the lube from him and cover my fingers, then kneel between his legs. His hard cock is resting against his stomach, begging me to taste him again, so I lean forward and run my tongue from base to tip.

He’s so goddamn perfect. And okay, that’s me wearing Payne-goggles, but there isn’t a single thing about him I’d change. Including his cock. It’s long and thick, has a prominent vein running along it, and the head is swollen and red and … I lean forward to seal my mouth around him as I reach between his legs. I hum at the taste. That’s perfect too.

My fingers replace his hole, and I rub at the skin, softening the resistance as I bob up and down on his cock. I listen to the way Payne’s breathing deepens, the way it cuts short when I wrap my tongue around him, and stops altogether the second my finger breaches his ass.

“Damn, that feels weird.”

I pop off his dick. “Good weird, or …”

“Just weird weird.”

I slowly move my finger, watching his face for signs of discomfort as I stroke in and out. “This okay?”

“Yeah, keep going. It’ll take me a minute.” Payne spreads his legs more, and I watch the way his balls flex, mesmerized by the sight. “Get another finger in there.”

“Ohh, bossy. I like this side of you,” I say but do as I’m told. He moans, and not in an entirely good way, so I dive back on his cock again. I’m determined to make him feel good, to want to do this with me all the time, and because I’m not about holding back, I spill exactly what’s on my mind.

“Anytime you want me to suck your cock, or touch you, or fuck you, or if you want to fuck me, I’m always on board. Just so you know.”

His stare gets heavier as he reaches down to stroke my cheek. “What if I want to suck your cock? I haven’t had a turn of that yet.”

I whimper and tug on my balls. “Oh yeah. That too.”

“And if I want to touch you? Or kiss you?”

“Whenever you want it.”

Payne’s sexy grin sets off butterflies in my gut. “I wish we’d done this sooner.”

“It would never have worked,” I point out. I don’t mention Kyle’s name because I don’t want Payne thinking of anyone but me right now. Even before his ex though, we were teenagers, and that shit rarely turns out to be forever. “Besides … if we’d done it before, we wouldn’t be going through exactly this now, and I’ve gotta say … this is in the top three hottest moments of my life.”

He laughs. “What were the other two?”

“You should know.”

He frowns like he’s thinking.

“You were in both of those too.” Blinking up at him, I suck his cock back into my mouth, never breaking eye contact. He watches me greedily until I rub over that spot inside him that makes his toes curl into the sheets and his head drop back.

“Nrgh, yes, that’s it.”

I focus my attention on his cock as I work another digit in and stretch him open. Prepping has always been one of the hottest moments for me, and I never like to rush it, but with Payne, I’m in a constant battle with myself between getting him as ready as possible and finally being inside him.

I peg his prostate between stretching, and his cock is leaking, leaving salty spurts on my tongue with every swipe over the tip.

Then his hands close under my arms, and he hauls me up the bed. His lips crash against mine, tongue surging into my mouth in a way that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

“Fuck me,” he begs.

My cock throbs at the sound. Husky and needy. Payne is ticking every one of my boxes and setting my imagination alight.

I coat my cock in more lube than I’ll probably need, but I’m not risking hurting him when he’s wanted this for so long. I hesitate a second. “Still okay with no condom? I didn’t even think to buy—”

“Why? Have you slept with someone between last night and now?”

“Of course not.”

“Then quit stalling and get inside me.”

A shiver races through me, and I squeeze his thigh. “I want you on your side.”

He rolls over, and I close in behind him. It puts my nose at his neck, and his hair brushes my cheek. My heart feels so fucking full of him as I reach down and grab my cock, pressing it to his hole. He shifts his top leg forward, and I push in, immediately engulfed by the tight heat of him clenching around me.

“You okay?”

“Mm. Doesn’t hurt.”

Perfect. I hold his hip and slide in slowly, barely keeping myself from slamming home. Because, as I work myself inside him, I can’t help feeling this is … perfect. Right. Exactly the way we’re supposed to be. The feeling sort of settles over my mind, and I don’t try to argue or push it away. It’s so intense, I’d be surprised if he can’t feel it too.

I bottom out and still for a moment before kissing his shoulder. “All good?”

He presses back into me. “Just give me … one more second. Shit … I want you to fuck me so bad. Don’t hold back, okay?”

“Jesus, you want me to come already?”

“Depends. Do you have a round two in you? Because if so, have at it.” He squeezes his ass around me, and it feels so good, I sink my teeth into his shoulder to distract myself.

“Payne …”

“Beau …” He wriggles. “I need you to move now.”

“And if I don’t?”

He pulls almost the whole way off and slams back against me. “I’ll use your cock as a dildo and fuck myself with it.”

“Nrgh.” I start to move. “We’ll add that to the list to try later.”

“Perfect.”

I hook my arm under Payne’s top leg and lift it, pressing deeper. I keep my thrusts slow and shallow until I can tell he’s getting impatient, and then I pick up speed. Each roll of my hips sparks tingles in my balls until I’m vibrating out of my skin. Getting to hold Payne like this, to be inside him and taste his sweat, and be here for him in a way that no one else gets to is intoxicating. I’m addicted to him. The sounds coming from him are delicious, and I vary my thrusts between short and sharp and long and deep to draw out all the different noises I can get him to make.

I try to clear my mind and let the pleasure drive me. To take what I need without thinking about what it means.

Payne’s cock is leaking steadily onto his abs, and I watch over his shoulder as it bounces with every thrust, needing attention neither of us is in a hurry to give it. I want to draw this out and make him come so hard he can’t live without those types of orgasms in his life. So I alternate my thrusts, take him to the edge, and back off again. Change angles. Aim for his prostate and then keep clear.

Payne’s pushing back to meet every thrust, sending me crazy with his grunts and muttered curses. He reaches back to tangle his fingers in my hair. “Mark me,” he pants. “Like I did to you last night.”

I moan as I lower my mouth to his neck and suck a bruise into his skin. Then another. And another. All the way along his shoulder before I lean forward and nudge him to turn his head so I can drag him into a filthy kiss.

“I’m so close,” I warn him.

“Me too.”

“On your front.” I wrap my arms around him and ease us forward, careful not to slip out.

Then I plant my knees on either side of his thighs and do what I’ve wanted from the start: I unleash.

My thrusts are hard, fast, uncontrolled, stabbing his prostate until he’s squirming beneath me. We’re both panting heavily, our sweat building between us. My brain is reaching that staticky place it goes right before I come, where I’m running on feeling and instinct, and driven only by the need to reach the finishing line.

“Holy fucking shit,” Payne says, as he grabs my pillow and then shoves it underneath him. “I’m about to ruin this.”

“Do it. I want you to mark every goddamn thing in my room.”

He groans, thrusting into the pillow as I pound into him from behind. I’m taking him the way I’ve always dreamed, and I’m not going to be apologetic about it. My gaze rakes over his broad back, following his tattoos down his arm to where his bicep is bulging. I’m so close, desperately chasing that high that will tip me over the edge.

“Come, Beau. Please. Fuck. Come. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Want me to mark this hole as mine?”

His hips are thrown off rhythm, and then I hear the most beautiful sentence that’s ever been uttered during sex. “Yes. I’ve never needed anything more.”

Shit. I let go, hips taking on a mind of their own as I fuck him so hard the bed knocks against the wall with heavy thuds. Over and over and—

“Shit.”

I come. My vision blinks in and out, but somehow I manage to keep moving through it.

“So … close …” Payne says, and then he stiffens underneath me, letting out the longest, sexiest noise I’ve ever heard.

His thighs twitch, and when my cock stops throbbing with my release, I collapse against his back.

I’m speechless.

Overwhelmed.

If it was up to me, that’s the sort of thing we’d be doing every day. Forever.

I have to remind myself that pushing something so fragile isn’t a good idea.

But when Payne wraps his arm around my back and tilts his head back to give me soft, sweet kisses, the worst thing imaginable happens.

I hope.