Page 54 of A Bossy Roommate

Carter’s hands and mouth are all over me, his tongue inside me, his cocknotinside of me (enough), one hand clasping my throat, the other brushing over my drenched clit, but all I can do is be there and take it. Ornottake it. I have to accept all he’s doing to me. And what he’s not doing to me.

Sensing by my uncontrollable moans that I’m at the brink, ready to tumble over the edge, he continues his teasing, his thumb circling my clit. I’m beginning to lose it. “Yeah, come for me, baby. Come on my tip.”

I explode hard and loud, squeezing his tip over and over, chanting his name as I ride out my orgasm, coming and moaning and squeezing.

I have barely come down from that high when his fingers release my swollen clit, while he sucks on the junction between my throat and shoulder.

There’s definitely going to be a mark.

“Carter,” I moan when his hands are on my breasts, caressing my nipples, stiffened from my orgasm. “Give me more. Push in. Please. I’m serious, please.”

His head draws away, and he raises his eyebrow, watching me beg while his hands are still playing with my hard nipples, now plucking and twisting them, his hips moving in those agonizing tiny thrusting movements.

I can’t take it anymore. I want Carter to take me, hard and fast.

I want to get stretched by him, feel painfully full of him. Full of his cock.

I want the air filling with the sounds of our moans and skin slapping skin. I want to feel him thrusting, pumping his long, steel-hard cock into my willing body.

“Take me…please, Carter,” I plead, my voice cracking from the intensity of the desire coursing through my veins. I want to be his, and allow him to do all the dirty, unimaginable things to me, to be fucked and used by him as he pleases.

Carter must be just as eager as I am because he doesn’t say anything.

His stormy eyes bore into mine, more intense than ever. Piercing. Dangerously fierce.

He lowers his hands from my breasts and firmly grips my hips and ass.

He’s ready to thrust in.

I want him to.

Badly.

Desperately.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

We freeze.

“Fuck,” Carter grumbles through clenched teeth.

“Who’s that?”

“My lawyer. Vance. With the NDA.”

“Now?”

He glares at me. Carter doesn’t have to explain. He already mentioned on the plane that his lawyer would stop by this week. Like with anything else, Carter doesn’t want any loose ends, and his attorney had interrupted his vacation to fly out to see us.

Apparently, that’s not all he has interrupted.

The timing couldn’t be worse. Did his attorney have to come at this exact moment? Despite a flood of frustration crashing down on me, I can’t help but find the situation a tiny bit amusing. Okay, I find it hilarious, especially now that my body has released all those happy “O” hormones, and they’re having a dance party within me.

“Let’s ignore him,” Carter rumbles darkly when he sees my grinning face, and leans back in.

“We can’t, we have to answer.”

“No, we don’t,” he urges, one hand now on my throat and jaw. “We don’t.”