Page 13 of My Irish Roommate

“Good morning,” she sighs.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask her as I rub her pretty, pink nipples with my thumb.

“I had the best dreams.”

“Me too,” I murmur on her skin as I flatten my tongue on one taut bud and slowly lick it. “I dreamed that I picked you up like this,” I turn over, grab her waist, and position her above my groin, “and you ride my cock for breakfast.”

I run a finger down her slit, finding her already soaked. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet and ready for me.”

With her palms resting on my chest, I pull her down on my dick and cup her ass. She arches her back and exhales deeply. I can tell she’s unsure so I take her by the hips and lift her just high enough so that I can thrust myself in and out of her. She goes limp in my grip and closes her eyes, lost in the sensations that this new position is providing her.

She grabs the headboard for support and meets me thrust for thrust. Fuck, she’s so tight. Her inner muscles are clenching around me, and whatever control I have is slipping. When she moans and digs her nails into my biceps, I slam faster and harder until she screams my name.

Watching her come apart, it doesn’t take long for me to explode inside her, pulse after pulse of hot come, and she rolls off me, red-faced and panting.

“We need to shower and dress. I’m going to invite our parents to lunch,” I tell her.

Her eyes grow wide and she replies, “Is this really the best time for this?”

“Why would we wait? They need to know that we’re together now.”

“You said so yourself that they won’t like it. Why do we need to tell them? Do we really have to?” she pouts.

“You may be young, but we’re both adults, Ricki. We have the right to do what makes us happy. Our parents don’t have to like it, but they’ll get used to it. There’s nothing they can do to stop it, anyway. This is just to show respect to them, not that I’m asking for permission. I already claimed you as mine. That’s not gonna change just because it makes them uncomfortable.”

“Right, we’re both adults so… why do we need to tell them at all?”

I sit up and take her hand, kissing her knuckles. “What do you want to do? Do you want to pretend that we’re nothing more than stepbrother and sister every time they invite us to dinner? What about the holidays? When they ask us if we’re seeing anyone? Because I don’t know what I’ll do if your mother starts playing matchmaker and sets you up with someone.”

“No, but why do we have to do it so soon? We’re happy. They’re going to make us sad. Can’t we just enjoy this for a while first?”

“No, Ricki. I’ve never let other people’s opinions get in the way of me doing what I want to do. That goes double for our parents. They’re the ones who are supposed to be supportive. You might not realize it but keeping you a secret would be disrespectful on my part. I’d rather hurt my father’s feelings a little than treat you poorly. Denying you to the world and pretending we’re not together? Not gonna happen, baby. We’re doing this, period.”

“Okay. It’s just scary,” she replies, biting her lip and worry creasing her forehead.

“Trust me, baby. It’s better this way. Once everything is out in the open, we’ll have one less thing to worry about.”

She nods and smiles, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. I don’t like to see her worry, but I know I’m right about this. One day, she’ll understand. I’m not about to hide her because she doesn’t deserve that.

I text my father and ask them to meet us for lunch. Moments later, he confirms so we shower together and set out for the restaurant.

Ricki is quiet during the drive. She’s fidgeting and nervously tapping her foot. I rest a hand on her thigh, and she stops.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“I have butterflies in my stomach,” she replies.

“It’s going to be fine. I promise,” I assure her.

“You don’t know my mother. Not really. She’s always been critical of my decisions. She thinks I’m a kid, and she never takes my opinions seriously.”

“Did she ask you how you would feel if she married a man she just met and moved to another country?”

“No, but…”

“Don’t try to justify the double standard. She didn’t consider your opinion when it came to her happiness. Why should this be any different? Their disapproval won’t have anything to do with the merits of our relationship. It will be based on how our relationship affects them, and that’s not acceptable.”

We arrive at the restaurant and I take her hands in mine. “Take a deep breath and relax, baby. They may be upset initially, but they’ll come around. I promise. I’d never do anything that would hurt you.”

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