Page 50 of A Bossy Roommate
He pushes himself between me, wraps my legs around his waist, trapping me between his strong body and the cool wall.
My arms anchor themselves around his neck.
“Never had just-the-tip sex,” I mutter between kisses, more to myself than to him.
“Me neither. We’ll change that tonight.”
“It’s definitely something I’ve wanted to try, so please, continue,” I say, as if we aren’t all over each other already, and still have the physical and emotional ability to suddenly stop. We don’t.
Carter kisses his way to my throat, teasingly, torturously, and my head falls to the side, giving him better access. I suck in a deep breath when I feel his teeth drag teasingly. My skin rises with goose bumps when he breathes into my ear.
I’ve been craving this,I think. Or maybe I even say it out loud. I can’t tell. Going from hot and heavy to hotter and heavier makes my head spin. Granted, it’s already spinning from the rush of endorphins, but the additional dose doesn’t help.
“I know, I’ll make it worth your while,” he rumbles into my ear.
I squirm, laughing, needing more, wanting everything. “Honestly, as long as it ends with orgasms, I’m up for a lot of things.”
“Orgasms. Plural?”
I nod, breathless. “Yeah…”
His whiskers graze across my skin from my ear to my mouth, and I think he’s going to kiss me again. But he doesn’t, letting his lips hover just over mine. “Perfect.”
I enjoy his touch breathlessly, my lips softly touching his.
He teases my lips with featherlight brushes with each word, growling, “Just. Like. You.”
I gasp, and Carter pulls me into another knee-buckling kiss. Lips on mine, he places me into position, both hands clutchingmy waist, pulling me closer, and pushing my legs wider with his hips. He devours my mouth like he can’t get enough. I meet him enthusiastically, making up for all the kisses we didn’t have before.
His hips roll forward on their own, grinding against me.
My skirt rides up, and I go along, grinding myself against his hard bulge.
After minutes of him devouring my mouth, and simulating rhythmic thrusts, my panties are soaked all the way through, and I’m sure he can feel it through the layers of clothing between us.
Dear heavens, I’m so turned on that it almost hurts. I need more. I need to feel him inside me—his tip, that is. Only his tip. Not his thick, long,fullshaft.
“Let’s take these off,” he growls and pushes my skirt all the way up, leaving it bunched around my waist and sliding my wet panties down. I lift myself and maneuver my panties off, tossing them over the side onto the bed.
The sound of his belt and zipper fills the room, and there’s rustling as he takes the time to lower his jeans. Once our offending garments are out of our way, he positions himself back to where he’d been and grabs my legs to straddle him. Hot desire shoots straight to my core.
“Better. Much better,” he growls.
The smooth shaft of his dick slides between my legs, and I gasp in delighted pleasure. Grinding against him now, I bite my lip in excitement. I’d hoped we were beyond teasing, but that’s not the case. His rhythm meets mine, dragging his dick through my folds tantalizingly but making no effort to enter me. He begins simulating deeper thrusts.
“Carter, you’re torturing me.”
His hands leave my waist when he leans forward, latching his mouth onto the back of my neck, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. “Don’t worry, we’ll get there.”
He grabs my wrists, bunches them in one hand and pins them against the wall, forcing my arms above my head. With one hand, he reaches for his tie and folds it around my wrists, locking me in, still holding my arms up. Then he draws nearer. His hips push my legs farther apart, letting air hit my pussy and clit. The new angle forces me to stay still, trapped between his chest and body, unable to move. It would drive me crazy if his free hand hadn’t started to unbutton my blouse, his strong hand eager to cup my breast through the material of my bra. Once my blouse is unbuttoned, he pulls my bra down, fingers closing around one of my nipples and pinching just enough to draw another moan out of me.
After making sure my nipples are the hardest they’ve ever been, his hand leaves my breasts to lightly brush down my belly over my waxed pussy and deeper down between my folds. I gasp when he brushes right over my wet clit, just once. A firestorm of sensations rushes through my body at that one touch.
“Carter,” I moan as he denies me more of the pleasure I desperately need.
“You’re so fucking wet. Perfectly ready for me.”
“Please do that again,” I beg.