Page 66 of Oblivious Roommate

“It can’t possibly get any better.” I chuckle, but it comes out raspy. Is it wrong that I want something here? My mother taught me better, but well… my mother isn’t here, and I’m horny for my new boyfriend.

I kiss his jaw, then his neck, rocking against him, squeezing his dick through his jeans. I’m a desperate animal, and I can only hope he doesn’t stop me.

Cassian cocks his head to let me consume him. “Oh, try me. I believe one can always improve. I’ll just need lots more practice with a particular tool,” he murmurs and pulls at my belt buckle.

Thank fuck, because I’d have to resort to begging if he didn’t. He has the best hands. Beautiful, veiny, with long fingers.

“You can get all the practice,” I mutter against his skin and slide my hands to his ass. He smells divine and I arch my hips forward in invitation. I won’t last long, so we have a chance of getting away with this madness without being caught.

Cassian sighs, then feels my dick, but when I shiver, arching against him, he pulls away and in one quick yank, turns me to face the wall. I can barely breathe, but then he opens my pants and lowers them. And before I understand what’s going on, he molds himself against me—still clothed—and grabs my erection.

“I… I don’t know if I want…” I mutter, but I’d probably let him do anything to me. I can barely comprehend what just happened, but all I can focus on is his hand on my dick and his body pressing into mine from behind.

“Shh… Of course, Mattie. I just don’t want cum all over our clothes.” He bites my ear with a playful chuckle.

I press my lips together to avoid making noise and rock back, exhilarated. I never experienced this kind of sexual frenzy before. I flatten my hands and cheek against the wall and let Cass jerk me off.

He feels bigger now, and somehow taller as he presses his hard cock to my ass. There’s still fabric between us, but I am shocked to find myself longing to feel him inside. Once again, I imagine his beautiful length parting my buttocks and sliding in until his balls rest against my hole, and were we not in a public place I might have—

I gasp when my anus twitches in response to the rocking motion, but as the two of us move together, his hand works my cock, raising the temperature in the stall with each passing second.

Does he like seeing my ass molded to his groin? Does he imagine going all the way with me? His breath has definitely quickened.

I have to bite my lip when I come to keep it down, but I paint the wall with spunk as I imagine him riding me.

I’m not a monster, and I’ll clean up after myself, but not yet.

Cassian pulls me close, panting in my ear. His cock feels hard as a broomstick, and if I were a witch, it would be the only one I’d be willing to ride.

A bit of a random thought. But it’s true.

“Oh, you’re so… you make me act all crazy, Mattie.”

“Do you wanna—” I go silent because someone walks into the restrooms.

Fuck.

Cassian rests his forehead against my nape with a tiny groan. I can’t even try to imagine how blue his balls must be. But he steps away and looks at me, his face dark as a wine stain. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, no doubt thinking about the most unsexy things imaginable.

I pass him some paper so he can wipe his hand, and pull up my pants. I could take a nap right now. The person outside takes their sweet time, and from the humming they make, I recognize them as Kai. Touching up his glittery makeup, no doubt.

By the time he leaves, Cassian seems to be calmer and stops me when I reach for his zipper.

“I’d rather wait until later. Hope you manage not to fall asleep on me until then,” he says with a soft smile.

I would very much enjoy falling asleep on him, but I nod and stroke his forearm. “I really need you to myself. For, like, a whole weekend. No one else, just you and me.”

His gaze darts up to meet mine. “Is this weekend okay?”

My smile widens. “Hell yes. You got something in mind?”

Cassian nods and licks his fingers with a sly smile.

Chapter 23

“Well, maybe, what I imagined when you told me about a cabin in the woods, was toasting marshmallows over an open fire and sunshine on my face, not a four-hour trek during a storm!”

Step after step, I pull my boots out of mud. We’re both soaked, but there’s no point going back to the car, since we’re way past the midpoint of our journey. I’m shivering from the cold, it’s dark, and I don’t even want to consider the state of my sleeping bag.