Page 30 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
“They’re not evil.”
“They’re a crime against the roommate code.” His teeth scrape against my pulse point. “And my dick. I’ve been hard for you pretty much constantly. Was that part of your master plan to drive me absolutely fucking crazy?”
“Says the guy who keeps walking around with his shirt off and all his sexy muscles out, even though we promised we wouldn’t—oh God. Damn, Parker.” I gasp as his hand slips under my tank top.
His thumb brushes over my nipple through my bra, activating a direct line to my clit that’s so intense, I’m instantly trembling.
“So sensitive,” he rumbles, his voice going even deeper as he begins to rock against me through our clothes. “I knew you would be. I can’t wait to get my mouth on every inch of you, F.C. I’m going to edge you until you apologize profusely for making us both wait so long to get naked together.”
“I had my reasons,” I pant, clinging to him as he dry humps me with a skill that leaves no doubt, he’s going to deliver in the bedroom.
“You had a case of scaredy-cat-itis.”
“Shut up,” I shoot back, afraid it’s at least partly true.
“Make me.”
So, I do. I kiss him like I’ve been wanting to all week—desperate and dirty. He kisses me back, hard and deep, as he spins us away from the wall.
I hear something crash to the ground—sorry, ball-gag squirrel?—before I’m suddenly resting on a solid surface.
I glance back to see the changing table beneath my ass and wrinkle my nose.
“This is probably a biohazard,” I point out, even as I cup Parker’s face.
“This entire bathroom is a biohazard.” He glances up at the bondage rodents on the shelf above my head. “Not to mention kinky as fuck. Speaking of kink…” He leans in, rolling his hips again, making me sigh and scoot forward on the table, desperate for the friction. “What’s your kink, Mack? Bondage? Spanking? I know it’s not younger men, so…”
“Don’t remind me,” I say, working open the buttons on his shirt. “Honestly, not sure. What about you?” I bite my lip, but can’t resist adding with a smirk, “Aside from women who used to change your diapers, of course.”
“You wish, brat,” he says, transforming my laugh to a moan as he swats the side of my ass.
“That hurt a little,” I murmur, my nipples so hard they’re starting to hurt, too. “But I liked it.”
“I could tell, baby. Fuck, everything shows on your face.” His other hand traces patterns on my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him. “And you’re probably going to show how pissed you are in a second, too, because there’s no way I’m fucking you in this bathroom. It’s just too gross. And you’re too fine for gross.”
The horny hope balloon in my chest deflates, but I get it, I really do.
I’m about to tell him so when he adds, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t get you off.” His thumb traces so close to where I’m throbbing, I want to scream. “Would that be okay?”
“So okay,” I say, gasping as he finally cups me between my legs. My hips jerk forward, seeking more pressure, more friction, more everything.
“So fucking wet,” he groans. “I can feel you through your jeans, Mack. You’re soaking through your clothes all for me?”
“All for you,” I assure him, clinging to his shoulders as his palm rocks against my clit through the fabric. “Don’t stop,” I beg, the last shred of dignity out the window. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” He finds a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back. “Been wanting to touch you like this since you ran away from me last fall.” He finds the perfect angle, the perfect pressure, and soon, I’m grinding against his hand like a teenager at prom.
My hands fumble for his zipper, needing to give him what he’s giving me, needing to feel him.
“No, baby, I?—”
“Fair’s fair,” I cut in as I finally work his shorts open. And holy hell… “Jesus, Parker.”
He’s fucking enormous, obscenely thick, and as long as my forearm from wrist to elbow. “You’re a size six shoe,” I murmur, blinking at the massive beastie as it bobs in the air between us. “Maybe a six and a half.”
“Sorry,” he murmurs, sounding…embarrassed.
I glance up to see a pink flush spreading across his cheeks and grin. “Are you seriously apologizing for this gorgeous cock?”
