The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

Smith

My cock was so hard, I wondered if it might explode before I ever really got inside her. But then there she was, buck naked on my bed and spread before me, and I didn’t wonder anything more at all.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said, my voice harsh and low. It was finally happening, and so far, it was beyond anything I’d imagined.

And, God damn, had I imagined. All those long, sleepless nights remembering Evie exactly this way that first time at the hotel in the instant before I’d shoved the sheet over her and looked away. That memory had been seared into my mind forever. Only now I had a new one to prop right by its side.

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Her cheeks were pink as she held out her arms. “Are you getting in, or are you going to leave me here all alone?”

“Oh, hell yeah, I’m getting in. And you’ll be begging me to leave you alone by the time I’m done,” I murmured, sliding into the bed next to her and resting my hand low on her belly. She shivered at my touch, goose bumps breaking out over her creamy skin.

“So soft,” I said, trailing my fingers up past her belly button and higher, until I palmed the heavy weight of her breast in my hand. A low hum escaped her lips as I bent my head low, capturing one hard nipple between my teeth and nipping it gently.

“Smith . . .”

Her voice was breathy, full of need, and it sent a white-hot bolt of lust slicing through me. My cock pulsed and swelled as I traced my tongue in a circle before tugging her nipple into my mouth to suck in earnest.

“Mmm, Smith . . .”

Her breasts were so sensitive that I made a mental note to see if I could make her come just from playing with them.

Next time.

Because this time? We weren’t stopping until we fucked the lights out in this place.

I breathed in deep, inhaling her light, sexy scent as I sent my free hand on a scouting mission. Down her flat tummy again and lower, until I cupped that hot, wet pussy. She arched into my touch, sending two of my fingers slipping over that creamy slit and making me groan in the process.

Ladies first, Smith, and don’t you fucking forget it.

But my brain went on sabbatical as she extended her leg and ground her toned thigh against my cock. The pressure was enough to make my ears ring, and I squeezed my eyes closed to get some relief.

It was all too much. She was coming at me from every direction, setting all of my senses ablaze at once. The taste of her skin against my tongue, the feel of her smooth, tight cunt in my hand, the sound of her choppy, broken breath. This had been a long time coming, and if I didn’t pull back, it was going to be over before we even started.

I angled my cock away from her thigh with a groan and released her nipple. “Lay back and spread your legs wider for me, baby,” I whispered.

Her gaze was molten hot as she wet her lips and did exactly as I’d asked, baring herself to me completely.

For a second, I just took in the view. My hand seated between Evie’s thighs, my glossy fingers stroking her up and down. With a growl, I massaged her swollen clit with my thumb and a tremor ran through her. She might technically still be a newbie at this, but by now, I knew what she needed. I knew her body and exactly how to wring pleasure from it. Her hips were moving in maddening circles, urging me on as I sank my fingers deeper into her waiting heat.

“Yeah, just like that,” she moaned, tossing her head slowly against the pillow.

I swallowed hard and pressed in deeper, sliding two fingers fully inside her now even as my thumb worked that bundle of nerves in slow circles.

“That feel good to you, Everleigh?” I demanded hoarsely, loving the sound of her cries, wanting to pull more of them from her mouth. “You want my cock right here?” I asked, plunging my fingers into her until she whimpered my name.

Her cries had become incoherent, and her chest was heaving as she thrust toward me, urging me to work her harder . . . faster. She was close, so close, and I couldn’t wait to feel her go over the edge.

I pressed my face between her thighs and replaced my thumb with my tongue, nibbling on her clit until she clawed at my shoulders in an unspoken plea. In answer, I sucked the tiny nub of flesh into my mouth and drew hard, once . . . twice, and then she screamed.

My cock jerked, and I arched into the mattress to keep from coming as her orgasm rained down on me. Coating my fingers even as her pussy clamped over them like a vice.

“Smith, oh God!”