Heartstopper(19)

Roxy falls silent as I drive the rest of the way to her apartment. I  know this building. It's a great place. Not quite as good as my  penthouse, but it's a good building.

"I guess this is it," Roxy says, reaching for her purse. "Can you make sure Hannah gets here safely?"

"I will," I say. I was gonna go back to the club, but now . . .

"Goodnight," she says, getting out. Earlier, she was ready to take me  right there in the club. I could see it, but now she's down and I can't  help but feel responsible.

"Wait," I say, getting out of my car. "Roxy, wait!"

Roxy turns, looking at me suspiciously as I approach, and I know she's  distrustful of me right now. After that story about the record exec, I'm  sure she sees me like I'm a snake.

"Let me walk you up at least?" I ask. I can't let her leave like this. She needs something to unleash all that emotion on.

"I don't know," she says, but I ignore her, taking her hand.

I hit my remote on my car, glad I parked in a visitor's slot. Then again, Roxy's worth a ticket and a tow.

She grips my hand back, and I tug her gently to come on. "I mean, the place is a mess," she finally says.

"I'm not worried about your dirty socks," I reassure her.

"And then there's Mr. Felix . . ." she says, giving me a half smile and a sigh. "My cat."

We get to the elevator, and I'm reassured when Roxy hits the button for  her floor. She doesn't let go of my hand when the door opens, and  instead, we walk down the short hallway, Roxy fishing her keys out and  unlocking the door.

"Welcome," she says, and I'm immediately greeted by the yowling of a big  orange cat that goes streaking away from me at first sight. "That's Mr.  Felix."

"I see he doesn't like me," I joke, closing the door behind me.

"Don't worry, he doesn't bite. He does scratch, though, so make sure you're on your best behavior."

I laugh, and Roxy smiles. She lets go of my hand to hang her purse on  the coat hook near the door, giving me a look before walking over near  the couch, which has a great view of the floor-to-ceiling window and the  skyline around us. I walk over, admiring the view. "This is a nice  place."

"Hannah and I make ends meet, but not much more."

"You said your stepfather's got money," I note, turning around. "He doesn't help out?"

"He would in a heartbeat, but I don't need it," she declares. "It's nice  to know I have a backup if something ever happened, but I'd rather  handle things myself."

I don't respond. Instead, I lean in, kissing her on impulse. It's deep  and soft, not the hot passion of that first night or the seductive  intensity of the elevator moment we dangerously shared at work. I'm  kissing her because it feels so right, and Roxy kisses me back, her  tongue touching mine, feather light.

"Jake . . ." she whispers, putting her hands on my chest. "You're my boss. You need to leave. We can't keep this up."         

     



 

I look into her eyes again, my hands tightening on her waist as I pull  her closer. "I know I should . . . but I don't want to. You're driving  me crazy. You're all I think about. I don't know if I care about shoulds  and should-nots."

Roxy looks like she's about to protest when suddenly, she melts into my  arms, her arms coming up around my neck to kiss me hard. This time, the  passion, the need is immediate, and I push her against the window, my  hand running under the hem of her dress to cup and squeeze her ass as I  trail kisses over her lips and down her neck.

"Oh, God, this is . . ." Roxy moans as she runs her fingers through my hair.

"This is right," I whisper as I tug at her ear with my teeth, pulling her closer. "I need you."

"What if Hannah comes back?" Roxy moans, running her fingernails over my  neck, pushing my shirt back a little as I squeeze her ass and move back  to kissing her lips. "What if she walks in?"

"We just got here. She's not going to be home anytime soon," I growl,  pulling her away from the window. "But we can still go to your bedroom .  . . or the sofa, if that's too damn far."

I pick Roxy up. She feels like she weighs nothing in my arms as I carry  her across to the couch. I set her down, and she lifts her dress for me.  I'm stunned to my knees as her beautiful body is exposed to me.

I lean forward, pulling her into me as I kiss down her neck to her  breasts, finding her right nipple and nibbling on it, the light bites  making her gasp and moan. "Jake . . . oh, fuck."

I let my tongue tease the stiff nub of her nipple. It's perfect, tender  and responsive. My cock throbs and my heart pounds as Roxy moans to  every touch of my tongue, and when I start sucking on her nipple, she's  shuddering, her hips bucking in the nearly see-through white panties  she's still wearing.

"Oh, fuck, Jake . . . don't stop."

I reach down, sliding my hand inside her panties while I suck harder.  Roxy throws her head back, gasping as I trace the wet outline of her  pussy until I find her clit, lightly rubbing my thumb over it until she  cries out. I look up at Roxy as her breasts quiver at the power of her  orgasm. "Holy shit."

"Just getting started. I need to see you, taste you," I growl, tugging  her panties down. She's glistening, soaked in the light of the overhead  lamp, and before she can even take another breath, I devour her, sucking  and licking her pussy. I run my tongue deep inside her, savoring her  wetness until I'm moaning even more, ravenous for her.

"Jake . . . fuckfuckfuck," Roxy moans incoherently, tugging on my hair  as she grinds her pussy into my hungry lips. "That's it, baby, that's  how I like it."

"Mmm, your milkshake is bringing me to the yard," I half tease as I pull  my tongue out to lick her clit. It's perfect, and at the first flicker  of my tongue over the tip, she lifts her hips, letting me slide my hands  underneath her ass cheeks and not allowing her any respite.

There's something about Roxy that drives me to new levels of passion and  hunger. Growling, I suck and nibble at the tender button, my ears  ringing with her cries as I push her, squeezing her ass even as my  tongue flutters over her clit, circling it and driving her higher and  higher.

My cock throbs in my pants, and I'm glad that I've already given her one  orgasm, because the way I feel, I don't know how long I'm going to last  once I get inside her. Suddenly, Roxy pulls my head back, almost as if  she senses my worry. "Fuck me! Pull your cock out and fuck me!"

I grin as I hurriedly undo my belt and yank my pants down, my cock  standing thick and proud. I pull again, buttons flying as I tear my  shirt off.

I don't care. All I see is Roxy as she holds her long, perfect legs open  for me, her pussy calling to me as I line myself up. I stop, just  before taking her, realizing I don't have a condom. I hadn't thought of  it. "Roxy . . ."

"In my bedroom nightstand," she says, knowing what I'm thinking. "It's  the room on the right. And hurry. If you don't fuck me now, you're never  getting another chance," Roxy growls.

I practically run, grabbing a condom and getting back to her as fast as I  can. Who am I to deny a lady what she needs? She's writhing on the  couch, moaning for me to hurry. With a deep growl, I slide it on in one  smooth motion. I take a deep breath, then thrust forward, filling her in  one long stroke that leaves us both wide-eyed. Her pussy is perfect,  gripping me and massaging my shaft as I stay deep inside her, grinding  my hips against her as I claim her. Never have I felt anything like it,  and I pull back, pausing for a moment before I sink into her again,  relishing the sensation. I moan deeply as Roxy wraps her legs around me,  both of us lost in a haze as our bodies fall into rhythm.         

     



 

I thrust hard and deep, each stroke of my cock making Roxy's body shake  as I pound her into the couch. Reaching up, I grip the back of her head  as my lips find hers and we kiss hungrily. My hips stroke over and over  into her, slapping against her legs and ass as I abandon myself. She's  perfect, squeezing and clenching around my cock so tightly that it feels  like my balls are going to explode.

With each hard, driving stroke, Roxy's eyes darken and her mouth drops  open, her body overwhelmed by the feeling of what I'm doing to her.  There's no breath for words, just the harsh pants and grunts of two  people meeting in deep, intense, passionate sex. My fingers clutch the  back of her couch as I give her everything I have, my muscles rippling  and the sweat running down our bodies as we hurtle together toward what I  know is going to be an earthshaking orgasm.

"Almost there," I grunt harshly with the last of my control, my cock throbbing and steely hard within her.

"Come for me, Jake!" Roxy moans, and I'm pushed over. I thrust deep into  her, crying out as I come. She's right with me, and her body shakes as  she comes around my cock. I kiss her, holding her close as I tremble,  staying deep within her as I catch my breath.