Cocky Roomie_ A Bad Boy Romance Novel(54)
Smiling to myself I whisper, “Other men,” and he starts fucking harder.
“You want to play like that, huh?” he snarls, pulling my hair and clawing into my hip.
Every rough thrust fills me to my core.
As the orgasm builds to where it won’t turn back, I moan loudly, “Other men!”
“Fuckin’ stop it,” he growls, then yells out loudly, too, as he struggles against his own climax. “Oh God!” he shouts, slamming our bodies against each other. He’s so hard and I’m so wet.
I start to tremble and completely lose it when he says, “I’m going to fill you with my cum so deep I’ll be dripping out of you for weeks.”
“Promises, promises,” I moan.
“Fuck!” he shouts as his cock grows harder. “Say it. Fucking say you’re mine.”
“There are no other men, Jake. Your cock is everything I want. Just you, Jake. Just you, baby.”
He yells out. I’m throbbing with the tight little burn of oncoming pulses. Jake pulls me up and kisses me while we’re fucking like this. Our tongues lash together as our bodies tighten and clench. The waves start pulsing from his into mine. We gasp together as his juices explode. My cunt is vibrating with each shot, each burst of penetration. Kissing me hard, he grips me to him and releases everything he has to give me. It’s delicious and raw and complete. As the shockwaves ebb and I go boneless, he lifts and lays me down on the couch so he can climb on top of me and collapse. “Sweaty,” he murmurs into my neck. “We’re fucking sweaty. I love it.”
I whisper, “You’re incredible,” kissing his earlobe.
He rises, looks in my eyes, and says, “I just want something casual. I hope that’s okay.”
I squeal and hit him really hard. He busts up laughing. “I’m kidding!”
“Jerk.”
“Yep,” he murmurs, burrowing into me. Within seconds I hear snoring. Amazing.
DREW
M y phone, true to form, wakes me with a muffled text all the way across the room in my purse. While we slept, we must have changed positions because Jake’s spooning me with his back against the cushions. I slip out without waking him and his arm falls off the side of the couch, hanging limp.
So jealous of how deeply men can sleep.
Oh, shoot. I forgot Bernie texted me earlier. This is her again, asking if I’m coming.
It’s important. I need you.
Maybe she’s ready for rehab! Oh, God, I hope so.
I glance to Jake and consider waking him. He won’t want me to go.
Coming, Bernie. But I can’t stay long.
I slip my phone in my purse and tiptoe naked to my room to put on some clothes. Maybe I’ll be back before he even knows I’m gone. Slim chance, but, that’s okay.
Sometimes it’s easier to say sorry than to ask permission.
Buzzing the security intercom in Bernie’s building, I check my phone to see if he’s texted. Can’t ignore him anymore, now that we cleared it all up. I don’t want to scare him, or piss him off.
Well, maybe I could piss him off a little. ;)
“Hello?” Bernie’s scratchy voice comes through the speakers.
“It’s me, Bern. I’m outside.”
“Oh, Drew!” She sounds a little too happy. I know what that means. “I’m so glad you could make it. Come on up.”
The door unlocks with a loud honking buzz. Something in me hesitates. Why did she say she was glad I could make it like she’s a polite host or something? My gut is telling me I’m not going to like what I’m about to find.
So I buzz her again. She answers, “Hello?” this time with confusion.
“Bernie, I was thinking you might be calling me for…well, to help.”
“I am! Drew, what are you waiting for?” she asks with unusual jubilation. “Get on up here!”
The security door honks again. I grab it, and go in. Now I’m curious. What is up with her?
She opens her door after my first light knock with a flourish like I’m her favorite guest, the one she’s been holding the party for. “Finally! So good to see you!” She takes in my jeans and blouse. “Guess you could have worn something nicer, but still, come in! Guys, this is Drew! My best friend in the whole world!”
She ushers me in before I can ask, what the hell is going on? Two large ugly men in suits, turn at my confused entrance. They take me in like I’m dinner. “She couldn’t wear a dress?” one grumbles, motioning to my body.
“This isn’t what we paid for.”
Paid for?
Bernie takes me by the arm and explains with a large smile and overboard enthusiasm, “Drew’s an All-American type. She’s like a virgin type, sweet and all that. You’ll love her.”