Page 4 of Below The Surface
“I’m also negative, but I don’t want to deal with a snail trail at work tomorrow, so we’re using condoms.”
I can’t help the snort. “Okay, then.”
He shoves my pants to my ankles, and I slide my shoes off.
“Keep the socks on.” He grins up at me, then his mouth envelops my dick and my knees almost buckle.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
He moans around my cock, hands gripping my thighs. I wish for a second that his hair was longer and I could sink my fingers into it.
“You taste so fucking good.” He looks up at me through his lashes and if I didn’t have as much control as I do, I’d already be spilling down his throat. I do everything to keep from coming too fast and look around the room.
“You really like fish.” There are photographs and paintings of brightly colored fish everywhere.
“I can keep sucking your dick, or we can dive into my special interest. This room is decorated with brightly colored fish. That one—” He points to a clown fish. “We obviously named Nemo.”
“We?” My stomach drops.
“Roomie and I.”
I stop him from taking my dick again, and he actually whines. “Don’t be a meanie!”
I snort again. “Maybe we should go someplace private?”
He huffs and pushes to his feet. “Fine. But I’m naming every fish in the hallway.”He grabs my dick and I step out of my pants before I can trip. The hallway is indeed filled with more photos or paintings of bright fish. Dozens on both sides.
“This one is Creature because anglerfish are kinda freaky. In the best way, though. Can you imagine having a little light on your head?” He raises a hand and flaps it around his forehead.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“This one I named Layla because she makes me think of a ballerina.” This time, he flings out an elegant arm and goes up on his tiptoes in a stereotypical ballerina fashion.
“Kay!” someone, I’m assuming the roomie, calls from the door to the left. “Your hook up does NOT want to know the names of all your fish. Get fucked.”
Kay gives a put out sigh. “He started it.”
My mouth drops open. “Did not.”
“You brought up the fish, then didn’t stop me when I started talking. That means?—”
The door to the left cracks open and out peeks a head with golden blonde hair. They dart out a hand and I take it. They eye me up and down with a smirk. “You can call me... Ken. Also not my real name because Kay is ridiculous. She/her.” She glares at Kay. “Kay. We have a big day tomorrow. I’d like my beauty sleep.”
“Darling, you’re always beautiful.” He blows her a kiss at the same time she blows him a raspberry. “Love you.”
“Love you, Kay. Go play in your room.”
He turns to me and bats those long lashes. He squeezes my dick and I’m sure I turned ten shades of red because I completely forgot I’m being led by the appendage and Ken just saw everything.
Finally, we get to the far room, and Kay opens the door. What the fuck?
“You really,reallylike fish.”
“Ilovethe ocean.” He pushes me into the bed that’s literally shaped like a giant clamshell. Something like that Birth of Venus painting.That’shis bed. The comforter is silky and pearly pink. Lights in each corner of the room make it look like we’re actually underwater. A speaker somewhere plays soft waves. What am I getting myself into?
“I can tell,” I say.
He rummages around in a nightstand that looks like a giant pearl. “Condom.”
