Page 22 of Tequila & Lace
I looked around her to see if she was with Andy. She was alone with luggage.Who the hell was this chick?
“Do you speak?”
“Yes, I speak,” I snapped. “Who are you and why the fuck do you want in my house?”
“I’m, Andi, you’re new roommate.”
I laughed. “Is this a joke? Andy’s a dude’s name and you’re a woman.”
She groaned. “Well, I see this is going to work out well.” She brushed passed me. “It’s Andi with an I. How about you just show me to my room, Einstein? It’s been a long day.”
I closed the door behind me and gestured for her to follow. She reached for her luggage to wheel to her room, but I waved her hand away to carry it down the hall.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Seems we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry, I didn’t know my new roommate was going to be a woman.”
“Is it going to be a problem?”
The only problem I could think of at the moment was her naked across the hall from me every day. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was aching down below or because she was painfully stunning. She had long, dark brown hair, her face was lightly speckled with freckles, and her eyes were cognac.
“No, we’re both adults.” I walked her down the hall. “So ah, here you go.” I turned on the light to her room that was my old room—my old room that I could picture every inch of and could think about her naked in.
Fuck me.
“Thanks. Sorry for showing up this late. I had a few layovers.”
“No worries. I wasn’t doing anything,” I lied. I stood there and watched as she took in the space as if she’d never seen the items in the room before. I placed the luggage on her bed. “Well, I’ll let you settle in. If you need anything, I’ll be across the hall.”Thinking about you.
“Thanks again.”
Once in my room and behind closed doors, I hurried and stripped myself of all my clothes. Fuck, this wasn’t good. How could Mark not tell me that Andy wasAndi? It didn’t matter. Like I’d said, we were both adults. Maybe if I weren’t going out of my mind and needing release, things would be different. The last two dates hadn’t been dates where I’d slept with them. It was all relative, but I still had hopes andneeds.
The spray of the warm shower cascaded down my toned, chiseled abs as my head hung and I thought about what Andi was doing only a few feet away. I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t know anything about her, but she was fucking gorgeous and I was hard as a rock.
I thought about her tight waist in her hip-hugger jeans and the way I would unbutton them, her gaze peering down on me as I kneeled and slid them over her perfect ass and down her legs. My dick ached as I imagined myself picking her up and placing her on the queen size bed in her room, her legs wrapping around me and her hand reaching for my already bare waist to stroke me.
My hand reached down and mimicked how I imagined hers would glide over my glistening shaft, her soft hand squeezing just enough as I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her feverishly. I heard myself groan, my hand stroking faster, flashes of her face dancing behind my closed lids as the water helped my hand move over my dick.
The water rushed down my body into my hand; the heat of the stream was exactly how I envisioned her mouth would be as she slid down my body to use it on my shaft. I wanted her perfect, sassy mouth wrapped around my aching dick as if it was my next breath. She was a feisty little thing, and dammit if it didn’t turn me on more.
Stroking faster and faster, I couldn’t last much longer—I didn’t want to. I wanted to come hard into her brazen mouth. I reached up with my free hand, placed it on the tiled wall in front of me and braced myself as my balls tightened, my legs weakened and I groaned again, shooting cum into the shower spray.
The next morning I woke early, thinking I’d beat Andi so I could make breakfast—a peace offering. When I walked into the kitchen, she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and her long hair was in a messy thingy on top of her head.
This was going to be hard on my dick.
Fuck!
“You’re up early.” I opened the cabinet and grabbed a coffee mug.
“On D.C. time I guess.”
I poured the black heaven into my coffee mug. “I didn’t know S&R had a location in D.C.”
She took a sip of her coffee before responding. “They don’t. I was with another company.”
“Oh, I see. So you decided to try yourluckout here in Vegas?” I slid into the chair in front of her at the table and stared into her eyes—they were definitely on the lighter honey brown side. She smiled and I determined that it was my mission to make her smile every second of every day. It was my favorite part of a woman’s body, and Andi’s smile was perfect.
