Page 23 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“That was too delicious. I want you—all of you wrapped around me. Can you handle it?”
Handle it? I wanted it more than anything. I was tender down there after the athletic pounding Derek had given me, but I wanted Brett, wanted him to know he was just as much my lover as Derek was for that one illicit night. I nodded.
“Yes,” I said, “I want you inside me.”
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and then my breasts, one at a time. My skin heated again and, exhausted as I was, I felt myself already wanting to open for him. He said something to Derek that I didn’t hear, and Derek handed him a package. Brett rolled on a condom, took a tube of something and squirted it onto his hand. Then his hand, slick and cool, rubbed my tender sex, soothing and alluring at once, his lubed fingers inside me, making me wet enough for him.
He spread my knees with his hands and moved between my thighs. He kissed my lips once, “Ready?” he said. I nodded.
He didn’t make love the way Derek did, hard and deep and fast. Brett went slow, inch by inch, his cock moving into me in a leisurely possession. He was in no hurry, as if he knew we had all the time in the world, as if his patience would have a payoff. He touched my breasts, ran his hand down my side in a way that was half ticklish but made me grit my teeth. The truth was, I loved it, loved the way he was filling me more with every slow grind, loved the way he worked his way up until we were face to face with my legs wrapped around him. I touched his hair, his neck, his ears, his face. My eyes locked on his, the intimacy of the act striking me as deeply as he was within me. I was saying, ‘yes’ again and again.
He kissed me, breathless, his tongue in my mouth, dragging his lips away for breath and kissing me again. I felt him spasm within me, on top of me, felt the tremor in those powerful arms that sheltered me. He kept pumping into me as he came, roaring his completion. He reached between us, rubbing insistently at my clit, his mouth fastening over my nipple and sucking it in deeply, his mouth pulling it harder until I bucked against his hand and sobbed, wrung out by my third orgasm. He withdrew from me, gathered me into his arms, and laid me beside Derek, who had fallen asleep on the other side of the bed. Derek turned toward me and draped an arm over me. I murmured something unintelligible, and my eyes dropped shut.
12
When I woke, I wondered if it had been a dream. The hottest, sexiest dream of my life. I kind of hoped it was, since a dream wouldn’t make my living situation so damn awkward. And a dream didn’t make me some kind of crazy slut. I opened my eyes. Derek’s back was turned to me, bare and muscled in the morning light. I covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. How it could be so good and so wrong all at once.
I peered through my fingers and saw that at least I was only in bed with one man. Brett wasn’t beside me. He’d probably gone back to his own room. I sat up, holding the sheet over me. Because I had decided belatedly that modesty was a value that was important to me, maybe. As I started to get up, Brett walked in with a cup of coffee. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No!” I said a little too quickly, taking the mug and sipping it. He’d used the caramel apple creamer I liked. Tears pricked my eyes at his thoughtfulness, at the friendship I had endangered with my recklessness. I pressed my lips together.
“Thank you,” I said. Then I took the sheet and the coffee into the bathroom with me and showered.
The last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. But it was all I could think about. I dressed and collected my laundry off Derek’s bedroom floor and without another word to either of them, I went to my internship. It was a hectic day, which was for the best because it left me with little time to think. Still, I found time. In the spare seconds when I wasn’t unjamming the copier or looking for more paperclips or answering an unsolicited email, there were flashes of memory. Derek’s face hovering an inch from mine in the truck as we steamed up the windows. Brett’s mouth on my nipple drawing it deep between his lips. All of it kept me on edge throughout the day.
