Hot Roommate 4

Ledger

Micah is such an ass, I curse blatantly at him for putting me through such an impromptu stress.

Getting an apartment in New York is such a hard task, and given the short notice, it’s hard getting a realtor to work with.

All the realtors I called and chatted with claimed to have been fully booked.

And now, here I am moving from street to street, looking for signboards that notify an available apartment.

Fuck me, but this whole searching shit is crazy. I rake my hand through my hair, feeling Fall’s weather kissing my skin.

I’m quite lucky it’s fall already. I can’t imagine myself trudging from street to street under Summer’s harsh sun. I’ll fucking burn.

Oh, Micah! I pray any bitch you're gonna sleep with again will rob you of an orgasm. I cuss at him again.

Now on 8 Avenue, I see an old building with a sign of an available apartment.

Even as I step inside the lobby, I’m already cussing and feeling irritated. I had to carry the rickety door of the elevator with my hands as I stepped inside.

“Hell, the old thing doesn’t even have a panel. How am I supposed to get to the second floor?” I mutter under my breath.

The walls of the elevator are dank and I see ants climbing up and down.

Putting on my torchlight, I see written information perched on the wall of the elevator that says, “Fix the wires yourself. If not, you'd get stuck, and trust me, no one's coming to your rescue.”

They finished the writing with a winking emoji.

“What the hell? I’m screwed!” I bite out.

Tucking my phone between my lips firmly, I reach for the wires jutting out from the walls.

Well, thanks to my dad, he was an electrician and I learned a few tricks from him when I was eight.

Summoning old knowledge, I watch the wires intently and try coupling the ones I figured were necessary.

And boom! The fucking elevator starts moving.

Thank my ancestors I’m not stuck in here. Finally, I reach the second floor and uncouple the wires. I carry the doors again as I open them.

Treading down the weathered hallway, I reach the door of the empty apartment. Turns out not to be empty after all.

Noises emerge from the inside as I knock. Doubt reels inside me like a nagging bitch but I stand firm.

Until the door scoops open with five bare-chested dudes, standing by the door frame.

My eyes dance over theirs and their lips curve up in a lazy smile.

“Is this where the empty apartment is?” Are my gritted words.

“Oh, there was an error in the information written out there. It’s another roommate we're looking for.” One then says while the others nod in agreement.

They’re looking for a roommate? There are five already and they want to still fix another roommate in this small space?

“Nah, I’m out!” I find myself saying. Without blinking, I twirl on my heels and start walking away.

“Dude, c'mon. We can share the same bed!”

“Can never be me and you!” I say much to myself than to them.

The moment I leave the place, I thank my fucking sky.

Imagine staying with five hot-blooded guys and sharing the same bed with them? Jeez.

Morosely, I walk through the streets, checking out other options I come by. Well, it appears luck's not on my side. I find nothing soothing.

It's either I bump into pornstars that use their apartments for porn shows, or I bump into some weirdos that make me have blue balls.

I ran out of options way quicker than I thought. After a while, I stop by a crowded ice cream stand.

Man, some cool liquid will help calm my nerves, I say to myself as I queue up in the line.

The servers are quick with their servings and literally the customers are satisfied with their service.

When it's my turn, I order a mixture of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.

I spot an empty bleacher by the corner and head there, settling my tired ass there with a long sigh.

That’s one of the perks of living in a crowded city like New York.

While munching on my ice-cream, a few fan girls drop by, requesting to get my autograph and take pictures with them.

Sluggishly, I oblige. Of course, these girls will find it rude if I refuse to oblige with them.

When that set of girls leaves, another people--- two guys and one girl with Mohawk hair, troop in.

They come over to the bleachers after buying their ice-cream. They take pictures with me and my autograph before minding their business.

“The bird was just being impatient!” The blue-haired bitches, scooping his ice-cream.

“Wonder if she’s looking for a saint to take over the room!” The green-haired girl says, hissing.

“Don’t mind her, pals. I tell you she’ll never find a roommate!”

I wasn’t eavesdropping but when the last word flew into my ear, I bristled.

“Excuse. Is there anyone looking for a roommate?” They stare at me like I have grown two heads. They sure don’t expect a famous hockey player like me to be looking for a roommate.

At that, I quickly add. “I’m…just asking for a friend of mine.”

Approval flashes through their expression. “I see. Just three buildings down there. You'll see the place. But I warn you the owner is an asshole.”

Not minding their last words, I quickly thank them and shoot into action. Tossing my remaining ice-cream into a nearby dumpster, I grab my bag and leave.

Three buildings down, I retort in my mind as I walk there, desperation powering my movement.

In record time, I get to the building. There’s no sign showing there’s someone in search of a roommate but having gotten the room number from those Mohawk-haired guys, I take the elevators boldly.

Landing on the floor, I saunter in rapid steps to the room number and press the bell.

I bet the owner will notice my agitation.

When the door slams open, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of the curvy girl with a slip dress and chestnut hair.

“Hi, I’m Ledger. Here for a room check. Tell me it’s still available!” The words rush out of my lips on autopilot.

Damn, this chick looks incredible and sexy. For the first time, I feel something for an extra curvy chick.

I swallow an invisible lump in my throat as we stand there for a while staring at each other.

My God, she’s drooling? A smile lit up my heart at that reaction.

I get a lot of that reaction from girls but for the first time, it fucking turns me on.

Even though I’ve not heard her voice, my balls are already tingling.

Damming all shits that living with a female roommate can bring, I swear under my breath I must take a room here no matter how bad it is.

Seemingly getting her voice, she says. “Uh…yes. It’s up for a check. Come in.”

I step into the big living room. The decoration looks feminine but I don’t have a single problem with that.

Her scent seems to linger in every corner of the living room and ensuite kitchen. I must commend her neatness, it makes everywhere breezy just like I love.

I follow her in tow and she shows me the room. It’s big but being in here with her makes it feel so small.

When I struggle a bit to open the closet, she rushes to my side, her skin brushing mine as she tries to help me open the closet.

“It must be rusty ‘cause my old roommate is rarely around. So there’s no one to open the closet always.” She croaks out.

The feel of her skin on mine still lingers, and looking at the way she sucked her lips after talking adds to the insane tingle I feel down at my groin.

Instinctively, I cup my cock, begging. “Dude, calm down she’s just our roommate. We can’t fuck her.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Ledger?” She asks when she sees my lips moving.

“Ah, of course. I am…” I stammer.

“Okay. You seem nervous…”

No, I’m horny, thanks to your sexy body, I growl inwardly.

“Not at all. You know what, I’m paying extra to take this room.”

Her eyes widen at my words.

Hell, I didn’t know when those words slipped from my mouth. Thanks to this horny man down here. I touch my dick feeling it building a tent in my pants.

My new roommate chirps excitedly, jumping. I don’t know if she did it deliberately because her ample breasts jiggled deliciously and I can’t help thinking...

Man, those breasts will taste good.

Fuck me, I’m going to taste those, just let me settle in first, I swear under my breath, watching her creamy boobs bounce.

TBC.