Page 89 of The Roommate Subtext

“You want your hands back?” He brushed a kiss over her mouth. “Hmm?”

She nodded, leaning up to chase his kiss. “Please.”

He reached above her head, tugged at something, and suddenly she was free, the ropes falling away. He threw them aside and leaned down to kiss her again, groaning as she slid her hands into his hair.

“I want you.” She had never wanted anything more. “There’s condoms in my purse.”

He hummed against her mouth, then sat up and fished around in his nightstand drawer with a grin. He pulled out a foil packet. “Bought some.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “Hopeful?”

“It was the ultimate gesture of optimism, I’ll tell you.” He grinned back at her. With that, she saw the two sides of him again, the playfulness of Blake with the confident dominance of the Pimpernel. Her mouth watered, watching him slick the condom down over his erection, and her body suddenly remembered she’d been edged a half dozen times or so.

“I need you,” she groaned, and suddenly he was on top of her, his weight pressed her down into the mattress, his body firm and solid as he swallowed her moan.

“I know.” He brushed his nose against hers, impossibly tender, his dark eyes sparkling as he looked down at her. “I need you too.”

Maggie let Blake settle in between her thighs, his cock a hot line pressing against her. Then he pushed all the way into her with one solid thrust.

Maggie keened, arms wrapping around him in reflex, fingernails pressing in his back. He filled her deep, perfect, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. He dropped his forehead down against hers, and she could see the future suddenly laid out before her, laughter and teasing and friendship combined with this intense, breathtaking intimacy weaving them together, spinning something deeper and more profound than she’d ever expected. Her heart squeezed tight and her breath caught. She almost said I love you, and she knew it was heightened emotions, and of course it was too soon, but at the same time she knew it was true. She wouldn’t say it that night, but she would say it soon, and she would mean it.

He moved his hips, then, and her thoughts vanished with the rush of pleasure. She rocked up to meet his thrusts. “So good for me,” he said again, his words tumbling out. “Wanted you so bad. All those nights.” He took another shuddering breath. “Thinking about you helpless underneath me, begging to come. If I’d known …” He shook his head.

“Please.” She was reduced to single words, her climax hovering barely beyond her reach, the orgasm building up inside her like a thunderstorm. “I want you to come like this,” he said into her ear. “You think you can come on my cock?”

Her throat was too tight to answer. He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, his hips stilling. “Or do I need to edge you for a few more days and try again?”

“Shit!” Maggie shuddered, clenching around him in reflex. “Yes, I can, I can, please, please, sir.”

“Oh, I love it when you call me sir.” Blake smiled. He nuzzled her lips with his, a light touch, too light to be a kiss. Then he started to rock against her, each slide pressing against all her sensitive areas. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

He thrust forward once more, filling her all the way, and she came. Pleasure burned through her, shockingly intense, consuming every nerve and sense. Each spasm of her muscles was another reminder of how full she was. He groaned, his hips still moving, length sliding in and out of her as she came endlessly around him. The peaks broke over her again and again, waves of climax and aftershock, her thoughts seared away into nothing but sound and light and joy.

When she came back to herself, he was still moving inside her, slowly, steadily, like he had all the time in the world. She was exhausted, but his movement inside her left her twitchy. In moments, she was climbing that peak again, and she didn’t know if she could come again that soon, but fuck, she also didn’t think she could control it.

“Please, please, let me come again,” she begged, already past any shame.

“Again? Really?” He nuzzled down at her ear. “But wouldn’t it be much more fun to wait?”

“No, please.” She wasn’t ready for that, not yet. “Please, sir …”

“You beg beautifully.” He started moving his hips faster, then—oh—bent one of her legs back to sink even deeper. With that new angle, he slid his hand between them and his fingers found her clit. She gasped and gripped the sheets, already close enough for it to hurt.

“If you can come before me, you can come again.” They’d played this game before, but it felt oh, so different now.

He kept thrusting, faster and harder, chasing his release, but his touch on her clit got lighter, barely a gentle, slow brush. She clenched around him, squeezed him, letting him fill her, desperate to find that peak.

“Oh, honey, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to come?” Blake teased her, voice breathless. “Doesn’t seem like it. Maybe you’ll have to stay desperate like this for me.”

That was all it took. Maggie came again, that crash overwhelming, and then he buried himself deep within her and found his own release. She squeezed him closer, legs wrapping around his hips.

Afterward, they lay panting. Blake took care of the condom, then rolled back to her.

She met his gaze.

“What?” he asked.