Page 11 of Roommates
I couldn't believe that he thought he had time to be laughing when he could be doing so many other things with that mouth of his that I would enjoy far better.
“Bed,” I mouthed, dragging him down into the sheets with me. I couldn't even say whether I'd picked Adam's bed or mine; it didn't matter. They were both equally small. Not that it was a problem. In our position, me on my back and Adam on top of me, we didn't need much space. We didn'twantmuch space. The opposite was the case, really. It was as if we couldn't get close enough to each other. I closed my arms around Adam's back, trying to press him closer to me even though I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until we were truly joined together.
“Been wanting to do this for a long time,” Adam admitted, grinding our hips together in a way that painted white spots over my vision for just a second. For some reason he didn't sound drunk at all now, but I didn't linger on that thought. How could I, when all blood had abandoned my brain? All these years that I'd stayed celibate, I hadn't known what I was missing, and now that I was getting some first-hand experience, I was overwhelmed. All my deepest desires had broken out of the dark cell I'd confined them to in the back of my mind, and there was no putting them back.
This night, I was an omega.
“Fuck me,” I demanded in between kisses, knowing exactly what I wanted, what Ineededto quench the fire threatening to burn me up from the inside.
Adam leaned up, caught my eyes and grinned. “You don't have to tell me twice.” There was so much desire in his gaze that I had no doubt he meant what he was saying. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, as unbelievable as that was. What did a big strong alpha like him want with a virgin nerd like me?
But he didn't know that I was a virgin, and I wasn't about to tell him. I didn't want him to slow down.
No, that was thelastthing I wanted.
So I kept my mouth shut as well as I could as Adam scooted down on the bed and I spread my legs for him. I didn't utter any words, but I didn't exactly keep from making any noise as Adam traced my rim with one of his fingers. I wanted him inside so bad I bucked my hips without thinking. Adam chuckled again, and then he got something out of the drawer beside his bed. Lube, it had to be.
My suspicions were confirmed when he squirted the stuff on his hand and guided his fingers back to my hole. The first digit went in without a hitch and without warning. A high-pitched sound, almost a whine, escaped me at the intrusion. It was all that I wanted, but at the same time, it was so little that I could hardly stand it.
“You want more?” Adam asked, a hint of amusement mixing with the lust in his voice.
“Please,” was all I managed to say. I wasn't sure that one word could convey the extent of my need, but Adam seemed to know what to do anyway. I might have been a virgin, but he wasn't—and thank God for that. Without wasting another second, Adam added another finger to the first and started to thrust them into me in a motion that could almost be described asstabbing. And whatever he hit when he did so, it made me seestars.
I mewled. There was no more dignified way to describe the noise I made. Adam didn't mind, though.
Actually, he kind of seemed to enjoy it, because he jabbed his fingers into me again. This time, I groaned. That feeling he sparked in me was good, but it was still not enough. I wantedhim,not just his fingers.
“Fuck me,” I demanded again. “Not just...” I gestured vaguely at his hand.
He paused for a moment. “You sure?”
“Yes, I am!” I'd never been more sure of anything in my life.
“Okay then. I'm not going to make you wait any longer.”
Yes! That was exactly what I'd wanted to hear. Even though I hadn’t thought it was possible, somehow I managed to spread my legs even wider. Anything so Adam could fulfill his promise to me.
He really didn't leave me waiting long. He dipped down to kiss my neck, and then, I felt the tip of him at my entrance.
I swallowed.
As much as I wanted this, I was a little bit nervous all the same. I wasn't sure what to expect, what to
—-
“Relax,” Adam said, as if he could somehow read my thoughts.
I took a deep breath, and did as I was told. The moments my muscles loosened up, Adam pushed in.
My breath left me in a rush. The feeling was so weird and so intense that, for a moment, I didn't know what I was feeling at all.
Adam paused, and I took another breath and then he pushed in a little deeper. My eyes sought his and I wondered what was going through his head since I couldn't make sense of what was going through mine at all.
When his eyes met mine, though, everything seemed to come into sharper focus. Adam was loving this
—loving me?—and suddenly, that was all that mattered.
A look of reverence on his face, Adam pushed the rest of the way in and moaned. I exhaled, adjusting to the feeling as my body adjusted to him.
