I start fucking her mouth slowly then faster. She works with me, loving it. She cups my sack and gently holds me there. I yell out, fire shooting into my groin, a burn that will engulf both of us and leave us spent. She teases me with a fingertip just under my sack, in that tender place. Unable to believe how good this feels, I grab her head and hold her still while I move inside her mouth, working my cock into a red-hot frenzy. I cry out as hot cum spills.
“There’s that bath, baby. Swim in it,” I growl.
She looks fucking beautiful.
The room comes into focus and I shake my head, looking around for a towel.
“Why’d I invite this fucking hell into my life?” I mutter, wiping myself off and leaping onto the bed. As it bounces, I pick up the remote. I can’t keep living this way. I’m going to have to do something about this. This just isn’t working out.
Soft singing is coming from the bathroom as I trudge into the kitchen, hung over from lust-frustration. I glance over to the sound and pause. She’s getting ready for her interview already? It’s only six o’clock.
A couple words get skipped in her song and she hums through parts she doesn’t know.
I need some coffee. I can’t take the sweetness of this girl so early in the morning, not when I woke up rock-hard again.
Surprise, surprise. Coffee’s already brewed?
The bathroom door opens and I hear the light padding of bare feet as she heads toward me. Turning to the sound, I lean against the countertop and offer a small nod to my tormentor. “Mornin’ roomie.”
She pauses, hair still wet and smelling of girl-shampoo. A pink robe is loosely held closed by a slender belt that she pulls tighter the moment she lays eyes on me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I smirk.
A blush turns her face pink as she blinks to the coffee, her goal. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I’m always awake by this time. You know that.”
She nods. “I didn’t know it was already six. I woke up at four.”
“If you go to bed at eight-thirty that’s what’s gonna happen.”
Another distracted nod as she runs fingers down her long, wet hair. “About last night, Jake…”
“Here it comes.”
Faltering slightly, she walks to the coffee and looks at me like she’s expecting me to move. I ain’t budgin.’ She pulls down two cups and has to reach over me to get at them. Somehow she makes this awkwardly graceful. Her face has all the awkward.
I watch her pour for both of us while I indulge in staring at her ass. The robe is silky and makes it look spankable. I want to mount the fucking thing. Like now. I groan and Drew looks over and cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Can I talk to you?”
I shrug, “Yeah.”
“I shouldn’t have run out of here like that.”
Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“I should’ve told you how I was feelin’ instead. No, don’t roll your eyes. I don’t mean burstin’ into tears and getting all girly on you again. Calm down.” An amused smile tugs at her naked, pink lips. “I just mean that I am attracted to you, Jake. I am. You should know that.”
I set the cup down, and rest my hands on the counter, elbows bent. Am I bracing myself? How much of a hold does this woman have on me? I lick my lips and hold her gaze until she’s good and fidgety. “Go on, Drew.”
She flushes deeper pink. Was she in a cave all these years?
“The truth is any woman would be attracted to you. Despite your cocky attitude and huge ego.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Uh…thanks?”
“But those things don’t matter to me now. I’m not interested in pure animal attraction. I am trying to do something here and I won’t let a man derail me again.” She glances away and frowns. Now she’s got me curious. Who’s the guy who unhinged her before? The one getting in my way?
The thought of another guy having more of an effect on her than I’ve had makes my nerves itch.
She motions to my bare chest. “You could be walking around naked and I still would make myself resist you, because I am in Atlanta to create a life for myself and I need to keep my head on straight. I wouldn’t be able to do that if you and I were to…become sexually involved. I’m not the casual-sex type, Jake. I’m just not. I’m very grateful for the room and the peaceful nights, so please don’t take it personally that I’m rejecting your advances.” At my gritted teeth, she quickly adds, “Oh, don’t make that face! I feel badly.”
Again, I laugh, but this time with heavy sarcasm. “Good talk.”