Bound By His Rules {MM Steamy Compilation}

My Roommate Pleases Me 1

1 ~ Most Attractive Roommate.

ANDRADE’s POV

Living feels amazing when you don't have to be in school the next day. And all you have to do is relax, eat good food, party at a club and play games with your roommate.

Speaking of my roommate, I've got the most attractive guy living with me. And what's even more surprising is how unaware he is about his sexy features.

His sleepy black eyes were the most seductive part of him, followed by the slope of his body—one that I've come to recognize as a sleeper build. His hair was a mix of black and silver and the way they fell over his face… Christ!

That has me fighting the urge to kiss him.

Bryan and I have been roommates since our first year in college, and despite being opposites in persona, we shared a healthy platonic bond…

Maybe not so platonic, considering my secret fantasies about having Bryan in my bed.

I badly want him to kiss me senseless. I want his fingers leaving no place untouched in my body and I want him to take me like his life depends on it.

And that's normal, right?

I mean, it's okay to have fantasies about your roommates, right?

Plus, it was always going to remain a fantasy, seeing as how Bryan always avoided topics about s*x. He seemed too nerdy to be involved in s*x—that too, with his roommate, a guy—and I respected that.

Since it was a Friday, I decided to spend my evening partying and drinking at my favorite club. But a part of me was starting to regret that as I was feeling drowsy, exhausted and horny.

I staggered into the passageway, belching as I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. I hated how alcohol made me feel lightheaded but the party was never going to be fun without drinking.

I made my way around the dimly lit room, taking short, haphazard steps as I walked in.

I was headed to my side of the room when my eyes caught a glimpse of something.

Ruffled bedsheets.

On Bryan's bed.

That's…strange.

Was he in a hurry for class in the morning that he forgot to arrange his bed?

Or did he perhaps think to leave his bed like that because he wouldn't be gone for long?

But now is too long, right?

Neither of those options sounded like Bryan. Even when he was running late, he would always make sure to arrange his bed—that’s how obsessed he was with neatness.

I turned towards his side, noticing the subtle flicker of his night lamp.

On getting closer, I realized that even his cupboard was slightly open.

Also strange.

I bent down to close it, keeping his shoes back on the rack and adjusting the books on his stool properly, before they crashed to the floor.

But even with the subtle moving of things I had to do, every nook and cranny of his side looked perfectly arranged—a sharp contrast to my side. Lol—Must be my thing because of laziness.

The air smelled like cinnamon and mint—Bryan’s scent.

After inhaling enough to have me dreaming about him, I almost turned to my side and that's when my eyes caught something on the bed.

My brows furrowed, “Is that… a box? On his bed?”

Why didn’t I see it earlier?

I shake my head, squinting my eyes to get a better look so I'd be sure I wasn't seeing things. This alcohol knocked the s**t out of my senses, so yeah.

After a few seconds of observation, I realized it was an actual box sitting on his bed. I stroked the back of my neck, wondering if I should just head to bed or see what's in there.

I mean… I wouldn't be surprised if they're new books for his bookshelf but it wouldn't hurt to see, correct?

So, holding that thought, I stepped closer, inhaling more of him as I walked. By the time I got to the edge of his bed, my stalk had grown an embarrassing bulge.

Because how do I explain getting turned on by his scent?

Must be the alcohol.

I leaned over the bed, bringing the box closer to me and… damn, this doesn't look like books. They were—

My jaws dropped as my hands dug into the contents. Is this really Bryan's? Or did a thief break in and forget their box?

Cause last I checked, Bryan was extremely uninterested in romance. So why the hell does he have b**m tools?

Am I missing something?

The thought that Bryan could probably be a wild man has my bulge growing even more. I wonder what it would take to have him use them on me…. but then these tools mean he's using them on someone else.

That sent jealousy under my skin.

Just then, flashes of memory crept into my mind.

Oh, no wonder he was kissing that random guy outside the hostel the other night!

So, that guy must be his s*x partner… and stupid me thought he was drunk. And he was just making out unknowingly.

Fuck.

“Should’ve been me,” I grumbled as I steered my mind off the memory.

Amidst the tools I was looking through, my eyes caught a glimpse of a sleek, shiny lens. I picked it up, realizing it's a camera and I snorted.

“So Bryan might be everything I've been dreaming about, f**k,” I groaned, as his scent wafted through my nostrils again.

My boner started twitching, and whenever that happens, nasty ideas rolled into my mind like lost wheels.

I pick up the crop—one of the tools inside—staggering around the room with it. I wonder if Bryan would use it on me if I begged him to…

On a second thought… He wouldn’t.

“CRASH!” It fell out of my hands and I quickly picked it up.

After checking to see if it was still in shape, I decided to return it to the box. I would hate to be the reason his tools get broken.

I dropped the crop, and picked up the camera that has a tripod dangling by its edge.

“How does this even work?” The stupid, inebriated part of me wondered and that made me start checking the edges of the camera for buttons but I found none, except the circular hard button that I found difficult to press.

“Probably not–not working,” I stuttered, feeling disappointed.

I returned the camera back to the box, taking a seat on Bryan's bed as my boner twitched again.

“Might have to take care of this right here,” I muttered, slipping my hands into my pants.