Page 94 of A Bossy Roommate
“Now,” he pauses for a moment, murmuring against my mouth, “I will take care of you. I will fuck you happy, baby. That’s a promise.”
And just like that, I know I’m a goner.
He pulls me close. His hot breath grazes my neck as his lips trail down my body, his mouth devouring mine, and his hand touching, groping, exploring my body. His hands roam hungrily over my skin, intensifying my desire for him thousandfold. His grip tightens, almost mercilessly, as if he can’t bear to lose physical contact for a second. Despite the need in his eyes, he holds back, and I feel my pleasure growing and growing until it’s unbearable.
I probably fell in love the moment I saw him in that ice cream shop. Carter makes me come alive in ways I didn’t think were possible.
With a growl, he sits back on his heels, taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and off. I can hear the rustling of clothes and the sound of his breathing as he inhales and exhales like some sort of beast.
I can almost feel the muscles moving beneath my fingertips and the hair on his chest. I long to touch his tattoos. Each are a part of him. Each tells a story. On Carter’s muscled body, the ink dances across his skin. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but the hawk on his skin appears hungry. It looks as if the predator is poised to swoop down and consume its prey. From what I can see, it seems likely it will achieve its goal. In fact, it’s the most compliant quarry he’s ever come across. I can’t help but run my hands up the hard planes of his chest, touching the beast, sucking in a breath as the muscles twitch under my palms.
The world turns. Every breath is a rumble of thunder, every heartbeat a dull drum beating to the rhythm of our passion. My skin feels hot and feverish under his fingers.
Carter hovers over me, only in his jeans now, but this time, the kisses aren’t for my mouth. They’re for my cheek, my throat, my collarbone, the valley between my breasts…lower and lower he moves until he slides between my legs.
I run my fingers through his hair as his tongue slips inside me.
With each kiss, nibble, and lick, I find myself losing every ounce of control. Not that I have much to begin with when it comes to him. I hadn’t had that first night together, and I sure as hell don’t have any in this moment. Every nerve screams for him, every muscle clenches and waits for the pleasure this man brings.
His expert touch sends ripples of pleasure through my body, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Carter’s mouth and fingers are magical, bringing me closer to the brink repeatedly before backing off, leaving me sweaty, shaking, and wanting. I beg for that sweet release, shamelessly writhing, and moaning his name until he’s merciful enough to give me what I want.
An electric pleasure rushes through me, crackling like powerful sparks. I can feel Carter in every nerve in my body as I come beneath him.
When I return to myself, he’s on his knees in front of me, his fingers nimbly undoing the button of his jeans. He pushes them and his boxers down, letting me finally get another look at him. Knowing that he not only wants to fuck, but love me, rid me of the pain in my heart, is almost too much.
I reach for him as he lowers himself on the bed. My arms circle his neck, and I kiss him, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into one simple action. I want him to know what he does to me, to my soul. I want him to know how much I want him in case it isn’t obvious that he can turn me to ash with one fiery look. He lies on top of me, fits us together, this time skin to skin, my breasts pressing into his pecs. His cock is pressed against my thigh, hard and ready to be inside me.
With his arms left and right of my shoulders, caging me in, he nudges my legs farther apart with his knees.
“Tell me, ‘Fuck me, babe,’” he growls.
I do, without hesitation. “Fuck me, babe,” I whisper.
Slowly, he pushes into me, only to still when his tip fills me.
His eyes connect with mine.
He peers at me through his long, dark eyelashes, winks, and patiently waits.
Just when I’m about to protest, he pushes deeper with one smooth thrust.
“Ohhh…” I gasp and slide my arms around him, pulling him into another kiss.
Carter doesn’t move at first. He stays there, buried inside me while he kisses the life out of me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. “See how perfectly you were made for me.”
He begins to move, the pace of his thrusts slow, leisurely even, like everything else has been tonight. He fucks me with a delicious force I can’t get enough of. He won’t stop kissing me, will leave my lips only to growl into my ear, tell me how perfect I feel, how flawless I am, how deliciously I squeeze his cock, how much he loves fucking me. That my soul, my body, and my pussy are his. And that he will fuck me as long as it will take, until I start to believe again.
I cling to him, my legs circle him.
I can’t say what I want to say.
I try to let my body do the talking. I let myself go and give every part of me to Carter. I’m his, heart, body, and soul. And I will never ever say it aloud.
He starts to go faster. I know when he’s close. His pace becomes relentless, and his mouth travels away from my lips to release a groan, to latch onto my throat, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, baby,fuck,” he groans.
My breathing and moaning take control of me. I’m surrounded by him, enveloped by the scent of his skin, thefeeling of his hands, mouth, voice, his cock, and when I can’t hold back anymore, I give in and let him consume me.