Page 29 of Love in the Countdown

“Morning, roomie,” Ben’s gravelly voice rumbles in my ear and startles me out of my daydream. Oh my god, can he see me blushing right now?

I clear my throat and look over my shoulder at him, giving him a small smile.

“Good morning!” I say, a little too shrilly. I clear my throat before asking, “How’d you sleep?”

“Best night’s sleep in weeks.” His smile is as radiant as the sunshine streaming into my bedroom window.

I roll over onto my back, careful to keep my distance because of morning breath and all. He doesn’t move as I get comfortable and just watches me with his soulful eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that.” I have to agree that last night was also one of the best nights of sleep I have had in a while. We say nothing for a moment before he brushes a strand of my hair out of my face. He seems to do that a lot, and I really enjoy it.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks suddenly.

“Right now?” I squeak because, hello, morning breath!

“Yes, right now.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

“Um, yes, but let me go brush my teeth first…” I make a move to get out of bed and am hauled back by a large arm. I’m flat on my back again, and his lips are on mine. I stiffen at first, but he coaxes my lips to take part. I can’t resist him. Our tongues dance in a fight for dominance. My fingers weave into his hair, and I feel his hand pin me down by the hips as his upper body bears down on me. The weight of his body on me is delicious, and I feel a rush of arousal flood through my panties.

Who knew I could get so turned on by a kiss?

Pulling away from the kiss, I gasp for air, his breath warm on my skin as his soft, wet kisses trail down my jaw and neck. I turn my head to give him more access. He finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulders and bites down gently, causing me to gasp and buck my hips. He pulls back, and his eyes are full of amusement.

“Hmmm… you like that, don’t you?”

I don’t have time to respond before he slams his mouth back on top of mine. He repositions himself so he’s between my legs, using his knees to prod mine open and make space for himself. I arch as his hips come into contact with mine and bend my knees so my hips cradle his. The movement makes me even more acutely aware of his cock. His very hard cock that I’m rubbing myself shamelessly against and panting with the friction it causes.

“Ohhh, god…” I’m moaning when he gives me a break from our kiss. My arms wrap around his shoulders as we grind our bodies together to mimic what it would feel like to have him inside me. With his forearm braced by my head, he reaches an arm down and raises my thigh, deepening the angle, and it drives me wild.

The sounds coming out of me are embarrassing but would probably make a porn star proud. I’m so wet as he continues to grind into me. He brings his lips back to my neck, peppering soft kisses along my collarbone, and then finds that spot again before softly licking it. He sucks on it gently, and then I feel his teeth clamp down on me. Before I know it, my core is spasming and clenching as I come hard. He doesn’t let go of my neck or stop grinding until I’ve stopped screaming and thrashing around. Only then does he release my skin from his teeth, and I feel the gentle laps of his tongue as he smooths the bite.

His thrust becomes erratic, and then he groans and rests his head on my shoulder.

Did he just… Did he come in his pants?

We take a moment to catch our breath, and he rolls off of me to lie on his back, an arm covering his face like he’s embarrassed.

“Fuck. That was…” He’s still panting.

“Yeah, it was…” I look over at him, and he peeks at me from under his arm. I give him a shy smile, and he leans back over to give me a soft kiss on my lips.

“Let me clean up.” His cheeks are flushed, and I look down to see the large, wet stains on the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Yeah, ok, umm… me too,” I stammer as he rolls off and disappears down the hallway. I lay there for a second and catch my breath.

I cover my face with my hands and let out a soft groan. How did we even get here?

One minute, we’re roommates, and the next, we’re dry-humping like a couple of horny teenagers. Hell, I can honestly say that I was never involved in any type of awkward dry-humping before today.

My body heats at the memory of him coming from just the friction. Or did he come because he got me off? Either way, it’s hot, and I’m in so much trouble.

I’m startled out of my self-deprecating moment.

“Hey,” he says softly at the doorway, and I glance up at him. “I’m making us breakfast. Come out when you’re ready.”

I guess we’re just going to pretend like this morning didn’t happen? Maybe we can still be friends after this. Friends with benefits kind of deal. Or roommates with benefits would be more appropriate.

Yeah, I think if we work out the terms of our arrangement, neither of us will get hurt if things don’t end well. Or if either of us finds someone else.

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