waist and my arms go around him as the orgasm rolls through me. The closeness…the full contact…holy fuck.
“Shit, Harper,” he gasps, his pumping becoming erratic. He pulls out as soon as my orgasm recedes.
“I need to taste you,” I whisper, moving to my knees and pushing him back on the bed. When I wrap my mouth around him and taste my arousal on him I’m more turned on than I was before, if that’s even possible.
“I’m close, Harp,” he growls and soon after releases into me. “Fuck!”
Swallowing and grinning up at him while I lick my lips, he can’t do anything but laugh with the most beautiful smile on his face.
“You’re a mother fucking vixen, you know that?”
“I’m glad I could help. You were looking pretty tense there.”
“Fuck, woman,” he sighs and lets his head fall back on the pillow.
“Hey, you’re gonna be late,” I say, standing from the bed.
I really want to curl into him and memorize all the ridges of his body, but I’ve already taken up so much of his time. I’d hate for him to really be late…well…for whatever he’s doing.
“Yeah, yeah. Cracking the whip, I see.” He winks and stands, heading to the bathroom to freshen up, bringing his clothes on the way.
Once he’s dressed again and ready to go, I give him another kiss to remember me by.
“Be good,” he warns.
“Always.” I smile at him and he chuckles then slaps my ass before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.
Right. Good, my ass.
As soon as the door clicks closed I run to the living room to lock it, only to notice he’s already done so as well as locked the deadbolt from the outside. Small things like this I’ll miss…the tiny gestures that tell me he’s a safe bet. I’m going to have to find another roommate if I’m going to continue living here, and this whole ‘learning to trust’ thing is going to have to start all over again.
Maybe this time I’ll bring in a chick…that way I don’t even have the chance to get involved with a roommate.
It’s quarter to seven by the time Leigh shows up. I hear him rattling the door handle and laugh. Running to the door, I open it and grin at him, holding out his new set of keys.
“I see you changed the locks on me already.” He tsk’s at me as he tosses his old keys on the counter. Grabbing a drink, I crack it open while he goes for the food. I’m mid swig of beer when he reaches over and pulls the bottle from my hands.
“What the fuck?”
“You shouldn’t drink when pregnant, Harp.”
“Excuse me?! You’ve lost your fucking mind!” I grab the beer and chug the rest of it before he can steal it away again.
“Oh so you aren’t still fucking him? Like, a shit ton?” He raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on his hips. “Because you do know that leads to babies.”
“Jerk.” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the recyclable container and trying to leave the room. He blocks me in the doorway and grins.
“Why didn’t you tell me this, Harper? I’m your best friend. I thought this was just a one night thing to get him out of your system. He’s…you’re going to get attached and I can’t watch you depressed when he leaves.” His whine is pathetic and forced. All he wants to know is how well endowed he is, which makes me not want to talk about it even more.
“Bye Felicia.” I push past him and head to my room to finish getting ready. He follows me, as usual, and leans against the doorframe judging me as I finish putting together my outfit. I’ve never been a skimpy dressing person, but tonight I feel like being a little more carefree about things. It seems like my entire life I’ve spent being worried about something. It started with my dad’s sickness, then my mom’s substance abuse, then bills and school and now it’s everything. I just want to be free for a night.
“You’re wearing that?” Leigh’s eyebrows rise in surprise as he looks over my outfit.
A black and white skirt with a black
“Shit, Harper,” he gasps, his pumping becoming erratic. He pulls out as soon as my orgasm recedes.
“I need to taste you,” I whisper, moving to my knees and pushing him back on the bed. When I wrap my mouth around him and taste my arousal on him I’m more turned on than I was before, if that’s even possible.
“I’m close, Harp,” he growls and soon after releases into me. “Fuck!”
Swallowing and grinning up at him while I lick my lips, he can’t do anything but laugh with the most beautiful smile on his face.
“You’re a mother fucking vixen, you know that?”
“I’m glad I could help. You were looking pretty tense there.”
“Fuck, woman,” he sighs and lets his head fall back on the pillow.
“Hey, you’re gonna be late,” I say, standing from the bed.
I really want to curl into him and memorize all the ridges of his body, but I’ve already taken up so much of his time. I’d hate for him to really be late…well…for whatever he’s doing.
“Yeah, yeah. Cracking the whip, I see.” He winks and stands, heading to the bathroom to freshen up, bringing his clothes on the way.
Once he’s dressed again and ready to go, I give him another kiss to remember me by.
“Be good,” he warns.
“Always.” I smile at him and he chuckles then slaps my ass before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.
Right. Good, my ass.
As soon as the door clicks closed I run to the living room to lock it, only to notice he’s already done so as well as locked the deadbolt from the outside. Small things like this I’ll miss…the tiny gestures that tell me he’s a safe bet. I’m going to have to find another roommate if I’m going to continue living here, and this whole ‘learning to trust’ thing is going to have to start all over again.
Maybe this time I’ll bring in a chick…that way I don’t even have the chance to get involved with a roommate.
It’s quarter to seven by the time Leigh shows up. I hear him rattling the door handle and laugh. Running to the door, I open it and grin at him, holding out his new set of keys.
“I see you changed the locks on me already.” He tsk’s at me as he tosses his old keys on the counter. Grabbing a drink, I crack it open while he goes for the food. I’m mid swig of beer when he reaches over and pulls the bottle from my hands.
“What the fuck?”
“You shouldn’t drink when pregnant, Harp.”
“Excuse me?! You’ve lost your fucking mind!” I grab the beer and chug the rest of it before he can steal it away again.
“Oh so you aren’t still fucking him? Like, a shit ton?” He raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on his hips. “Because you do know that leads to babies.”
“Jerk.” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the recyclable container and trying to leave the room. He blocks me in the doorway and grins.
“Why didn’t you tell me this, Harper? I’m your best friend. I thought this was just a one night thing to get him out of your system. He’s…you’re going to get attached and I can’t watch you depressed when he leaves.” His whine is pathetic and forced. All he wants to know is how well endowed he is, which makes me not want to talk about it even more.
“Bye Felicia.” I push past him and head to my room to finish getting ready. He follows me, as usual, and leans against the doorframe judging me as I finish putting together my outfit. I’ve never been a skimpy dressing person, but tonight I feel like being a little more carefree about things. It seems like my entire life I’ve spent being worried about something. It started with my dad’s sickness, then my mom’s substance abuse, then bills and school and now it’s everything. I just want to be free for a night.
“You’re wearing that?” Leigh’s eyebrows rise in surprise as he looks over my outfit.
A black and white skirt with a black
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