Alle Kapitel von PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Chapter 101Raphael’s mouth curved into a slow, dark smirk.He didn’t speak. He simply reached down, wrapped one hand softly around the side of Liam’s neck—thumb resting just under his jaw—and drew him up. The pull was gentle but freaking sexy. Liam rose on unsteady legs until they were chest to chest again. Raphael leaned in and kissed him.It was deep and unhurried kiss. Liam tasted himself on Raphael’s tongue—salt and heat and the faint slappy taste of cum—and the realization made his stomach flip. Raphael kissed him like he was claiming the evidence, like he wanted Liam to know exactly what he’d done.When they finally broke apart, Raphael laced their fingers together and led him down the short hallway without a word. The bedroom door was already half-open. Raphael nudged it wider with his shoulder, then turned and guided Liam backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. One firm push and Liam landed on his bed, bouncing once.Raphael stood at the foot of it, looking do

Chapter 103The room had gone quiet.Raphael lay on his side facing Liam, one hand resting lightly on the soft skin of Liam’s stomach, the other curled under his own head. Their knees touched. Every few seconds Liam’s thigh still gave a small, involuntary twitch — leftover tremors from the orgasm that had ripped through him only minutes ago. The air smelled like sex and sweat and the faint sweetness of lube.Raphael’s thumb moved in slow, absent circles just above Liam’s navel.“You okay?” he asked, voice low enough that it barely disturbed the moment.Liam stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head on the pillow. His eyes were still a little glassy. “Yeah. I think so.”“Still with me?”Liam gave a faint, tired huff of laughter. “I’m here.”Raphael’s hand drifted lower, stopping short of where Liam was oversensitive. “How does it feel now?”Liam was silent for a few seconds, like he was taking inventory of his own body. “Weird,” he admitted. “Not bad weird. Just… full.

CHAPTER 105Morning light filtered through the white curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bed.Liam woke up slowly, floating out of sleep to the sensation of incredible, warmth enveloping his lower body. His head felt hazy, his limbs delightfully weak, his entire body humming with the lazy, lingering soreness of the night before.Then he felt the wet, rhythmic heat around his cock.A low, broken exhale escaped Liam’s throat as his eyes slowly blinked open into consciousness. The ceiling swam into focus above him, but his attention was entirely centered down his own body—where Raphael was kneeling between his spread thighs, his head bowed, taking Liam into his mouth with slow, agonizingly warm strokes.Jesus Christ, Liam thought, his mind thick with sleep, every nerve ending in his stomach fluttering instantly. He’s doing this again... so early? And why the hell am I getting harder.Raphael wasn't rushing. His dark eyes flicked up to meet Liam’s hazy gaze through his lashes,

CHAPTER 107Richard stood frozen in the middle of the living room, his face darkening from flushed rage to a cold, pale venom. The silence stretched thin, heavy enough to drown in.Oh God, he’s not yelling anymore, Liam’s mind screamed, his pulse hammering a violent rhythm against his ribs. When he goes quiet, he's worse. He’s going to ruin everything. He’s going to tear my life apart right here on the hardwood."Is that right?" Richard’s voice dropped, stripped of all volume, carrying a knife-like edge. "You pay your own bills now. You're a big boy now, Captain?" He took a slow step toward Liam, his sharp dress shoes tapping against the floor like a death march. "Let me remind you who built the ice you skate on. Let me remind you who holds the board seats, who funds the training facilities, and who owns the press contacts in every major league market across the country."He’s bringing out the nuclear weapon. My contract, my future, my name—he owns all of it. I’m going to throw up. I’

CHAPTER 109"Look at this one," Liam said, turning his phone toward Raphael with a deep crease pinched between his eyebrows. "A two-bedroom that costs more than my monthly stipend, and they still want a three-week vetting period. Three weeks! Coach expects an address by tomorrow!"They'd been at it for hours now, checking for houses and their outrageous prices. Liam was losing his shit. All the houses were either too expensive or wouldn't be available in a fucking day.Raphael didn't even blink. He sat casually on the counter stool, reaching out to catch Liam’s wrist with a thick hand, lightly tugging him to break his restless pacing."Relax, pretty boy," Raphael murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow, grounding circle against Liam's skin. "We’re grown men with money. We're not getting tossed out on the street."How is he so calm? I’m losing my mind trying to fabricate a whole domestic life in four hours, and he looks like he’s on a spa retreat. Liam felt a warm flush creep up his neck a