Page 74 of The Roommate Subtext

She reached for him, flailing down to grab his wrist. “I want you naked.”

He blinked, then smiled. “I can do that.”

He rolled over onto his back and slipped off his boxer briefs, and it was her turn to stare. Blake Peabody had a fabulous cock. Not a ridiculously large cock, maybe a touch longer than average, but thick and flushed and gorgeous. Maggie had to take him in hand. “Oh!” he said, like he was surprised, his eyelids fluttering. He was lovely, too. She hadn’t really thought about a man as “lovely” before. He inhaled as she stroked, thumb tracing over the slickness at the head, mesmerized by the subtle roll of his hips.

“Maggie.” Her name came out as a groan. “God.”

She needed him inside her.

Maggie opened her nightstand drawer, reaching past the sex toys that had gotten far more use than anything else in that drawer lately and pulling out a condom from the box in the back. She did make a quick check of the expiration date to be sure, then tore it open.

“Yeah?” she asked, lining it up with the head of his erection, and when he nodded, she slicked it down over his length. He shuddered and closed his eyes.

“How do you want—” he began, but she straddled him, moving quickly up to kneel astride him. “Oh,” he said, blinking.

“This all right?” She rocked against his erection again, watching in satisfaction as he groaned.

He nodded, his hands going to her hips, holding her steady as he adjusted beneath her. The tip of his cock pressed right against her opening, nudging her, and she caught her breath at the sudden pulse of need.

Before she could take the lead, though, he used his grip to pull her all the way down onto him.

Maggie cried out, clenching in reflex as she was suddenly, breathlessly, perfectly filled, her hips flush with his. Blake’s chest heaved, fingertips digging into the flesh of her hips and holding her in place.

“Holy shit.” She braced herself with both hands in the middle of his chest while she caught her breath. “You’re full of surprises.”

He smiled. “You said—you weren’t fragile.” His voice caught in the middle as she rolled her hips. She scratched her nails down his chest, raking over his nipples, making his hips buck up into hers and driving him deeper. “Oh god,” he breathed.

Maggie leaned forward, loving the way his cock shifted within her as she did so. “I’m full of surprises, too.”

She began to move, lifting her hips then sinking down again. He filled her perfectly. He let her set the pace, his hands guiding her without controlling her, lips parted as he watched every move she made. Soon, he began to thrust back, rocking up into her, meeting her rhythm. God, this was so good.

Sex was generally fun, but she didn’t usually feel this all-consuming intensity.

“So good,” he breathed, the words falling from his mouth like he was reading her mind. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them, then taking her nipples between his fingers. Each pinch and pull sent a jolt right to her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. It wasn’t enough like this, though, and before she could reach between her legs, he did it for her, releasing one breast to slip his hand between them and curl his fingers against her clit.

“Ohmygod.” She clenched in reflex.

“That’s right.” He slid his free hand into her hair. “Come here.” He pulled her head down to his, bending her until she was lying on his chest and he could kiss her. His arm was still tucked down between their bodies, fingers working her clit, and he used his hand in her hair to hold her in place as he swallowed her moans. Now she was on top but he was directing the motion, driving up into her. She was going to come. Her climax built like an avalanche, gathering intensity, pulling from her fingertips and toes up through her body, and she could only whimper against his mouth.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned, starting to shiver with the pleasure she couldn’t fight. “Blake.” His name was only a breath. She rested her forehead against his, staring down into his eyes, losing herself as she approached the edge.

“Come on.” He rubbed her harder, faster, his fingers merciless. He still had his other hand tangled in her hair, and he tightened his fist, pulling just enough that tiny jolts of pleasure-pain raced through her. “Let go, Maggie.”

She seized up and tumbled over the edge with a cry, fingernails digging into his shoulders, body shuddering as she clenched around his cock. His fingers were rougher on her clit as he carried her through it, murmuring words she couldn’t understand, dragging out her orgasm longer than she thought possible as the climax washed through her body. Finally, he moved both hands to her hips, thrusting up hard. He threw his head back, shuddering, and groaned his release, his fingers tightening painfully on her hips. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, emptying himself into the condom, and she shivered with aftershocks of pleasure. Finally, he collapsed, and she let herself sink down onto his chest with another shaky breath.

“Goodness.” Blake stroked a hand through her hair, then down her back. “Are you all right?”

Maggie propped herself up on his chest. “I’m great. Are you OK?”

He nodded. “I’m great.” He looked down. “Um, I should …”

“Yep, yep, we should take care of this.” She carefully extricated herself and rolled to the side, giving him space to sit up and take care of the condom. “Tissues on the nightstand.” He grabbed for them blindly over the open nightstand drawer, then got up, giving her the chance to admire his ass. He disposed of the condom and, to her surprise, climbed back into bed. He kissed her, sweet and hot and lingering, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close.

“Wow,” she said when he finally broke the kiss.

He smiled crookedly. “I was thinking the same thing.” He tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. Then, he stifled a yawn. “Also, it’s late.”

“I know.” She nodded through her own yawn, laughing at the same time. “You made me yawn.” She rubbed her eyes, then grimaced as they came away with eye makeup. “I have to wash all this stuff off my face before bed.” She pushed herself to seated. “You can stay in here tonight, if you want. It’s up to you. I don’t want to be weird.”