Roommate(14)

Fuck. I wanted to take control, but in the way that had her screaming my name and getting off all over my cock.

Yeah, maybe I was going a little fast, seeing as we’d just professed how we felt, but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to really show her what she meant to me.

I wanted her to really see how devoted I was to her, that this whole time it had only been her in my eyes, taking root right in my heart.

It was only her I’d ever love, and I wanted to show her in the most physical sense.

But I wouldn’t rush her. This was on her terms, on her time. I’d go as slow or fast as she wanted, because I wasn’t letting her go.

“I want to kiss you so fucking badly,” I said, more to myself than anything else. But the little sound she made after I said it had my cock jerking so fucking fiercely it was like it was its own entity.

“I want you to kiss me,” she whispered and looked down at my mouth. “Is this crazy?” she asked.

“No. It’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect,” I said instantly. I waited until she lifted her gaze and stared at me in the eyes. “And you’re mine, Meghan. You always have been.”

And then I snapped, all self-control just leaving me as the gravity of this situation settled into me.

Meghan loved me.

She wanted me.

I wouldn’t deny either of us.

I cupped her face with my hands, tilted her head to the side slightly, and finally claimed her mouth. She tasted sweet, innocent, and all mine. The way she gasped, opened her mouth slightly, and let me have my way with her, had me so fucking turned on I could have come in my pants just from kissing her alone.

When she rose on her toes, pressing her chest to mine, and I felt the curves that made up her body, I groaned, not able to hold the sound in, not wanting to hold it in. My cock jerked behind the fly of my jeans, and I wanted more, needed it. My heart was beating wildly, and I wanted to kiss her harder, possess her, and have her consume every part of me.

What I wanted to do to Meghan was filthy, but only in the best ways, only for her. As the kissing intensified, and I felt her grab my biceps, digging her nails into my flesh, what little control I had snapped. I pulled the towel from her head and tangled my hands in the dark fall of her damp hair.

She’d have to shower again, because when I was done with her, she’d be fucking sweaty as hell.

I thrust my tongue in her mouth, groaning, the sound guttural and full of need.

“God, this is how I imagined it, but so much better,” I murdered against her mouth. I slid one of my hands down her chest and wrapped my arm around her waist. Without thinking about what I was doing, I used my strength to lift her off the ground. Thank fuck she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I pressed her fully against the wall, settled my pelvis between her spread thighs, and ground my hard cock against her pussy. God, I could feel how hot she was, and it was all for me.

I stroked my tongue along hers and pulled it deeper into my mouth, loving that she moaned for me. I couldn’t help but thrust my cock harder against her pussy, wanting desperately to have nothing between us so I could be buried inside her.

I broke the kiss after long seconds and looked down at her face. Her mouth was swollen and red, and it was all because of me.

“I want you so fucking badly.” I’d been drinking tonight, had a good buzz going on, but after hearing Meghan say she loved me, knowing she wanted this … me, I had sobered up considerably. I wanted to make her feel good.

I wanted to make her come.

I was so fucking possessive of her, and if she only knew I’d scared off any guy that thought they could have her, she might think I was a damn creep. But I wanted her to know, wanted to be honest with her. Even if it was like a splash of cold water on this situation, she needed to know.

“I want to get it all out in the open.”

My heart was pounding fast and hard.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Meghan. I loved you before I even knew what that was.” I looked at her lips, so red, so swollen. “I haven’t been with anyone because I want you. Only you.”

“Brendan—”

“It’s only ever been you, and because of that, I’ve watched you, gone to your school to make sure you were okay, and kept fuckers back.”

She parted her lips slightly, and I wished I knew what she was thinking.

“I’ve scared them off, told them if they fucked with you I’d fuck them up.”

She didn’t speak, but her breathing picked up.

“I’m not proud of the lengths I’ve gone to, of the fact I watched over you, protected you, Meghan. I won’t apologize for any of it. I can’t.”

She didn’t speak for long seconds and wouldn’t look me in the eye. “You came to my school, watched me, and scared off any guys that tried to, what, date me?”