“You’re so sure of yourself,” she bites, but I can see the lust in her gaze. That familiar tension from the night at my brother's party runs through me again. It’s as magnetic now as it was then. I’ve fucked many women, but I’ve never been so attracted to, or wanted, someone like Romi, who acts on her desires without hesitation.
This is all part of a plan to get closer to my brother's world, but I’m a selfish asshole who is certainly going to enjoy the perks.
She drops the peas on the couch cushion and smoothly comes to straddle me, as if it’s her right. Her knees fall to either side of my thighs, and she hooks her arms around my neck. She’s using me; I know this, and I’m happy to be the distraction.
I still don’t like the fucking mark on her face, though, even if a woman did it, even if she feels like she deserved it. It mars the beautiful, messy creature she is.
She lowers herself against me, her hungry little cunt slowly grinding against my cock and bringing it to full attention.
“You know, I kind of wish I were the one who punched you in the face.” Her words are poison, but her tone is seductive.
I press her hips farther down for friction against my pants. “You can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart. I don’t have any boundaries.”
“Hmm,” she purrs as she grabs my hair and tugs it back harshly, jarring my neck. Her other hand begins to efficiently undo my shirt buttons. When her fingers stop moving, I look down and realize she’s staring at my tattoos.
“I wasn't expecting these,” she says quietly, taking a moment to study the ink.
“I thought you didn’t want to get to know me?”
She tugs my hair again, pulling me upright, my cock twitching in pleasure at the pain that tears at my skull.
“I don’t, but I also didn’t get off tonight. Do you think you’re up for the challenge?”
I hook my finger around the zipper at the front of her dress and pull it down. The material parts to either side of her, revealing that she is bare beneath it. Just those stupid fucking socks that I have no interest in taking off.
She’s so fucking gorgeous—perfect in size with bountiful tits and perky, pink pierced nipples. I couldn’t see her clearly last time since it was dark, but now that I can appreciate her in the light, a guttural noise escapes me.
I lean in, but she stops me with her finger on my lips. “No kissing.”
I smirk behind her finger. “Scared you’re going to fall for me, sweetheart?”
Her eyebrows furrow. “No, your breath is foul, and I only care about your dick. And before we do this, you need to take Borris out of the room. It’s weird if he watches.” She says the last part as she climbs off me and stands.
“So demanding.” But I follow her command. And I certainly know my breath isn’t fucking foul.
Borris looks up at me with big, brown eyes. “Sorry, buddy, but I’m putting myself first in this,” I say as I pick him up and place him in her room, closing him inside. When I turn, she’s removed her dress, and she huffs impatiently as I walk over to the sink to wash my hands. Because of her impatience, I purposely take my time, torturing myself in the process.
She raises a sharp eyebrow, as if to say,Two can play at that game, and sashays over to the kitchen island, where she begins to forage through her purse. She fishes out a condom, throwing it onto the coffee table, then takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the room.
Then she spreads her legs, hitching both of her feet onto the arms of the chair, and begins to rub her clit.
Fuck me, this woman isdangerous.
I watch her, fascinated, as I scrub my hands furiously while she begins to enjoy herself. It's a glorious sight, and as I walk over to her, my hands still dripping wet, I begin to remove my own shirt and pants, I can’t help but smugly say, “I thought you said sex was off the table.”
“You can always leave,” she challenges. “Just don’t get attached. I need a release. Either you can help with that, or you can’t.”
When I pull my pants down, and my cock springs free, she swallows heavily, staring at it. I take pride in how she seems to appreciate the view. I pick up the condom, smirking at how organized she is—if only in this.
I fist my cock as I watch her, mesmerized. “Should I be offended you went elsewhere to try and find this release tonight?”
She casually shrugs, her gaze locked on where I'm working my cock. “You didn’t leave a lasting impression last time.”
I chuckle, knowing that’s a fucking lie. “Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll help you with your release as much as you want. Just don’t bring strangers home.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she’s quick to say. “It’s a privilege you get to fuck me. Don’t forget that.”
I arch an eyebrow, unable to stop smiling as I roll the condom over my cock and then hook her foot over my shoulder. I’m coming to learn that my new roommate is quite flexible. I lower myself over her, lining up my cock with her cunt.
