The House Mate (Roommates, #3)

Damn, though, that once had been a mind blower. As I recalled how her cunt felt squeezing my fingers, dinner suddenly seemed like a waste of precious time.

“How hungry are you?” I asked softly, my lips still against her throat.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I felt the vibrations of her chuckle as she shook her head. “Not very. Why, you got a better idea?”

I shoved aside the mail that still sat on the counter from earlier that afternoon and sent it scattering to the floor like confetti. Then I gripped her waist and hoisted her up onto the countertop.

With her deep, throaty moan spurring me on, I yanked her shirt up, and with nimble fingers unclasped the front catch of her bra. Her pert breasts spilled forward and the breath whooshed out of me.

“You’re killing me, Addison. It’s like you were plucked from my fantasies and put on earth to torture me.”

I pressed my hand to the small of her back, urging her to arch forward as I caught the tip of one breast between my teeth. She curled her legs around my hips and let her head fall back as a moan escaped her lips. Realizing that I still had a free hand, I slipped it between us and shimmied her cotton skirt up a little higher. She cried out as I cupped her through the lace of her tiny panties.

I sucked hard, drawing her nipple deep into my mouth, laving it with my tongue before letting go.

“I can feel how fucking wet you are.”

She let her head loll forward to meet my gaze. “You make me so hot, Max. All I can think about is how good it feels to have you inside me.”

I curled my fingers around her underwear and yanked hard. She gasped, shivering as they came away in my hand. I let them fall to the floor and then cupped her waiting pussy. The wet heat branded my skin as I palmed her gently.

“Max,” she breathed, shuddering as she wrapped one arm around my shoulders. “We have all night. Just this once, hard and fast?” she pleaded.

I had sworn that this night would be all about Addison, and if she wanted hard and fast, hard and fast was what she’d get.

I released her and used both hands to yank at my button fly, tearing my jeans open and freeing my cock. It bobbed between us and I grabbed hold, pausing to gaze down at her bare cunt for a brief, perfect moment. I’d seen her before, but only in dim light. Here and now, she was so totally open to me, so wet and slick, it was like my daydreams had come to life.

I moved my hand up and down over my shaft, wishing I could be everywhere at once. Eating her pussy . . . pounding my cock into her . . . sliding my hands in her hair as she sucked me . . . watching her beautiful face flush with desire as I exploded, jetting hot cum all over those perfect tits.

Addison’s eyes were locked on my hand as I worked my swollen member in smooth strokes until a bead of pre-cum glistened from the head.

“If you don’t fuck me right now . . .” Addison reached out to run her thumb over my aching tip, catching the creamy bead. I watched, light-headed, as she lifted her thumb to her mouth and sucked.

“Condom,” I muttered, half in a trance as I stared down at her. “I have to go get-”

“I’m on the pill and was tested last month,” she murmured breathlessly. “Are you . . .”

“Oh yeah,” I growled in response. Dylan had been conceived despite condom use. In fact, this would mark the very first time I’d ever fucked without one. If felt so fitting to have it be that way, with nothing between us.

I pressed myself into her and arched forward, flexing my jaw to keep from letting a string of curses fly. Her cunt fit me like a glove, cupping me, squeezing me, milking me with every inch I fed her.

“God, Max.” She gasped, rolling her hips and clutching at my shoulders. “You feel so good.”

I tried to think, tried to keep it all controlled and together, but it was a lost cause. I groaned and gave in to the wildness, plunging forward as deep as I could go. She reached around and closed her hands over my ass, urging me on with wordless whimpers as I pumped into her, using her hips to guide her response, forcing her onto my cock again and again in long, deep strokes.

She began to moan my name, over and over, slowly, softly at first and then faster, and I rammed deeper.

“Take that cock, babe.” I groaned, knowing how close she was, watching transfixed as her mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. “Take it all and let me feel you come for me. Let me feel it.”

I slipped my hand between us to massage her slick clit with two fingers, and then it was over. She was screaming as she jerked and shook against me, her cunt closing over me again and again.

The sensation set off a firestorm, sending blood pumped through my veins as my cock jerked and fired off, spurting into her as I groaned her name.

“Fuck, Addison. So fucking hot.”

We stayed like that for a long time afterward as our bodies recovered from the intensity. She moved first, swallowing hard and slumping forward to rest her face against the crook of my neck.

“Well, that was a nice welcome home,” she said softly, chuckling.

Home. This was her home. The thought should have scared me, but it didn’t. In fact, it made me feel warm somewhere deep down inside.

I wasn’t about to ruin our first night completely alone with questions or pressure on either of us. Right now, things were perfect. This didn’t require a label or some major declaration. Tonight, I just wanted to be with her and wake up with her next to me in the morning, then see how things unfolded.

“What do you say we eat some of this roast and then spend the rest of the night in bed, watching movies and . . .” I trailed off and let my gaze drift to her still bare breasts. Her nipples perked up instantly, making my cock twitch in response, and I wished I hadn’t mentioned the roast at all.

“I’m definitely in for all of that. Especially the ‘and’ part,” she said with a saucy wink.

I pulled back and helped her down from the counter, feeling better than I could ever remember feeling in my entire life.

If this was love?

I’d take it.