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The feeling of an orgasm built inside me, and I withdrew my hips from her mouth, her saliva dripping off my cock. I helped her to the bed, bending her over its side, her ass in the air. I went to grab a condom from the drawer in my nightstand, putting it on without looking. I grabbed her ass cheeks, parting them so I could watch my dick disappear inside of her. I slid into her easily, effortlessly, and her body let out a low, breathy moan that made my balls tighten.
That sound…Ash had made that sound when we were alone. When I had her in my arms, me sitting on the bed, her standing because she was short, my hands holding onto her wrists, refusing to let her go. At the time, I had no idea what trouble she’d cause me.
Fuck. And here I was again, thinking about her.
Brooklyn was wet for me, and her body gave me no resistance as I plowed into her, slamming myself as deep as I could go. A bit rougher than I normally was, but I didn’t care. I grabbed a fist full of her hair, bending her neck back as I fucked her from behind, my balls slapping against her with the movement. Her back was arched, and she let out a series of moans that only made my body shudder in anticipation.
I came even though I fought it, riding through it as I rocked my hips back and forth. The orgasm dominated me in the same way I was dominating Brooklyn: hard, fast, and rough. I closed my eyes, letting out a groan as my seed shot inside the condom. I really wanted to come inside of her, but I knew better. Even when I was lost and on a bender, I knew enough to know that.
I pulled out of her, my breathing ragged, and I rolled onto my back, my dick still hard. I reached for the condom, pulling it off…only to grab another. Hopefully next time it would take me a bit longer to come. “On top,” I growled out, and Brooklyn moved to position herself above me, her breasts heaving with each breath she took.
I closed my eyes when she started to sink down on my dick, the new position igniting a new fire inside of me. My hands found her thighs, and as she started rocking along me, my mind started to wander yet again. This time my fucking brain started to imagine Brooklyn’s wet, tight pussy belonged to someone else.
No.
No more. No more Ash, no more anything. I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to lose myself in the pleasure. No overthinking anything.
Brooklyn must’ve been riding me however it brought her the most pleasure, for she cried out, coming as she rode me, her sweaty body trembling as her inner walls clenched around me. Her rhythm slowed, but I wasn’t done. I flipped us so she was under me, her legs spread, my dick never once leaving her sex, and pumped into her with a renewed speed. Below me, her breasts bounced, and I bent to take a nipple in my mouth.
Oh, yes. I was fucking back, baby. This was how it should be.
I fucked Brooklyn until we were both spent, almost half a dozen used condoms on the floor. Out of breath, she turned until she was curled into me. Sometime during it, I’d finally taken off my shirt, so we were both lying there naked. I could tell by the way she nestled into me she wanted me to put an arm around her, but I didn’t. I only stared at the ceiling, wondering why the hell it had taken a girl dying her hair pink for me to get back to normal.
And Travis…what the hell was up with Travis?
Chapter Nine – Ash
This was weird. It was weird, right? I was pretty sure it was weird. Totally, one hundred percent, completely weird.
Declan was home, finally, taking a shower with a plastic bag around his bandage so it didn’t get wet, but that wasn’t the weird part. That honor belonged to the other man lying on Declan’s bed, playing on his phone as if he belonged here.
Will.
I sat at my desk, trying to ignore them both. Yes, both. One was a brother I shouldn’t think about, while the other…well, imagining Declan in the shower was not something a roommate should do. It crossed all the inappropriate lines, ticked all the boxes. My backpack rested against the drawers to the desk, and my skateboard was nearby.
I really needed to skate, to just feel the air blowing past me and have a momentary lapse where I didn’t care about anything. Not think about Declan and what happened, not think about Travis and what he tried doing to me, what he might’ve done to Sabrina, and certainly not think about Sawyer or Will.
Jeez. Most of my problems revolved around guys. Who knew?
My eyes practically burned holes through the wood on the desk. My hands rested on my lap, and I let out a sigh that was a bit louder than I intended it to be.
“Do you always sit there and stare into nothing?” A masculine voice behind me caused me to jump, knocking my splinted thumb on the underside of the desk. I grimaced, and he was quick to say, “Sorry. I thought you heard me come over. You okay?”
I forced out a smile, meeting Will’s eyes while mentally scolding myself that I shouldn’t have freaked out so much. Like, I might as well wear a flashing neon sign that read I find you attractive and would let you bend me over this desk if you asked.
Will had set a hand on the desk, the other on the chair behind me. He leaned down a bit, and if I reclined back at all, I was certain I’d feel his fingers on my back. Why did he have to stand so close? Was this how normal people interacted? Maybe I should text Kelsey and ask her…
Wait. I didn’t have my phone. Travis had my phone, I remembered, and I prayed to any god that would listen that my mom hadn’t called while he had it.
“I, uh—” I was apparently having trouble finding the words to say, mostly because I couldn’t stop staring at Will’s lips. Did Declan affect me this much in the beginning? I mean, I knew he affected me now, but right away? Seemed a bit fast for my hormones to take control and make me want to push Will to my bed and tear off all his clothes.
Will’s mouth curled into a smile. He’d shaved earlier, which meant his dimples were out in full view for anyone to see. “So eloquent,” he mused, still leaning over me. Still a bit too close. Still…way too attractive and still very much my roommate’s older brother.
I could think of nothing to say, and I sure as hell didn’t want to stay caught between him and the desk, so I did the one thing I thought I had to: I got up. A stupid idea, really, because when I stood up, I was only nestled between his chest and my desk even worse than I was than when sitting down.
Had Will never heard of personal space before? There was a bubble around everyone that you didn’t go into…or maybe that was what my speech teacher said in high school. Use the whole bubble when you’re up there, giving speeches? Ugh. Whatever. Either way, I shouldn’t be less than an inch from his chest.
You know what was even weirder?
