Page 77 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
"That's an ambitious hypothesis," I said, my voice strained as she began stroking me with maddening precision.
"I'm an ambitious scientist." Her smile was pure sin as she sank to her knees before me. "And I'm very, very thorough with my research."
The first touch of her mouth on me nearly buckled my knees. Kate approached sex the same way she approached her work—with intense focus, creativity, and a complete disregard for conventional boundaries. Her tongue traced patterns that made coherent thought impossible, her hands working in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
"Kate," I gasped, threading my fingers through her hair. "If you keep this up, the experiment's going to end very quickly."
She pulled back, looking up at me with a mixture of triumph and desire that made my chest ache. "Then perhaps we should move to the next phase of testing."
I pulled her to her feet, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss as I backed her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, I broke away long enough to hook my fingers in her panties, dragging them down her legs.
"On the bed," I ordered, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "I want to taste you."
Kate complied, spreading herself before me with an eagerness that made my cock throb. I knelt between her thighs, pressing kisses up the sensitive skin there, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most.
"Austin," she whimpered, her hips lifting in silent plea. "Please."
"Please what?" I murmured against her inner thigh. "Use your words, Dr. Ellis. Be specific."
Her laugh turned into a moan as I nipped lightly at her sensitive skin. "I want your mouth on me. Your tongue inside me. Make me come. Is that specific enough for you?"
I answered by burying my face between her thighs, my tongue finding her wet heat. Her taste was familiar now, addictive, something I craved when we were apart. I worked her with deliberate precision, using everything I'd learned about her body over our months together.
Kate writhed beneath me, her scientist's vocabulary reduced to broken moans and pleas. When I slipped two fingers inside her while sucking on her clit, she shattered, her back arching off the bed, my name torn from her throat.
Before she could fully recover, I moved up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure.
"I need to be inside you," I said, voice rough with desperation. "Right now."
"Yes," she breathed, wrapping her legs around my hips. "God, yes."
I pushed into her in one long, slow thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was still pulsing from her orgasm, her body gripping me like a vise.
"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, struggling for control. "Every time. So perfect."
Kate's hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into skin as I began to move. "Harder," she demanded. "I need to feel you tomorrow. When you're on the ice, I want you to remember this."
Her words snapped something inside me. I drove into her with newfound intensity, claiming her in the most primal way possible. Each thrust was punctuated by her cries, each withdrawal marked by her nails scoring my back.
"You're mine," I growled, the words escaping before I could consider them. "Say it."
"I’m yours," she gasped, meeting each thrust with equal force. "And you're mine. My brilliant, beautiful hockey player."
The unexpected tenderness in her words, contrasting with the raw physicality of our bodies, pushed me to the edge. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, determined to bring her with me.
"Come for me again," I commanded. "One more time, Kate. Let me feel you."
Her body obeyed, clenching around me in rhythmic waves as she cried out. The sight of her—flushed, disheveled, completely undone—pushed me over. I buried myself deep inside her and let go, pleasure crashing through me with an intensity that left me gasping her name like a prayer.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin, her head on my chest as I traced patterns on her back.
"That," Kate mumbled against my skin, "was definitely better than a fancy dinner out."
I laughed, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. "Agreed. Though maybe we should order that Thai food now. I worked up an appetite."
She propped herself up on one elbow, studying my face with that scientist's precision. "How's the knee?"
"Perfect," I said, surprised to realize it was true. The usual post-activity ache was minimal. "You're better than physical therapy."
