Spying On My Roommate

It’s so intense. So fucking sweet.

And then it’s receding slowly, leaving me trembling and moaning on the counter.

I open my eyes, coming back to reality. I’m breathing so heavily. My skin is covered in goosebumps.

Emmett is still between my legs, licking my pussy as the orgasm fades.

He’s no longer trying to get me off. His licks are slow and passionate, like he’s doing it for him. Like he can’t get enough of my pussy.

I release his hair and lay back on the counter, staring up at the ceiling as I enjoy the warm feeling of his tongue caressing me.

This has been the best weekend of my life and we’re only ten minutes in.

I brace myself for the rest of it.

I can’t wait to see what else Emmett has planned…

Chapter Eight

Lindsay

* * *

“Show me some of your work,” Emmett says as he watches me with those radiant eyes. “I bet it’s amazing.”

I’m sitting on the island in the kitchen and he’s leaning on the counter beside the fridge, still shirtless, still insanely hot. Roommate rule #3: Clothing optional. Gotta love that one.

“Are we going to have sex now?” I had asked him after he sent me soaring into hyperspace with his tongue. I was trembling on the counter and he just stood up and wrapped those big comforting arms around me until the shaking stopped.

“We have all weekend,” he whispered in my ear, “and I’ll be in you for most of it. You have to pace yourself, beautiful girl. Or this pussy is going to throw in the towel way too early. That can’t happen. I have way too much planned for it.”

We ordered a pizza and have been talking in the kitchen ever since. I was nervous at first speaking with this gorgeous man, but I’m starting to loosen up. He’s so dominant and in charge, which kind of takes the pressure off if that makes any sense.

“I wouldn’t call my work amazing,” I say, wondering what he’s going to think of my cute porcupines enjoying a picnic in the park or of my lamas playing volleyball. “They’re silly. I’m a little bit embarrassed.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says as he pushes off the counter and comes to me.

I swallow hard when my eyes dart down his hard chiseled body to his grey suit pants. His pelvis is a thing of beauty, carved to perfection with only the shadow of pubic hair just beginning where his pants end. He never lost his erection, I’ve noticed. It’s pretty hard not to notice. It’s big and bold and unavoidable like an actual elephant in the room.

He slides his hands up my thighs (yes, I put my pants back on—rule #3 only applies to him as far as I’m concerned) and gazes into my eyes with a fiery look. It gives me shivers all over to be looked at like that with such ownership, with such intensity.

“If it came from you, I’m sure it’s incredible. You’re incredible, Lindsay. Everything about you. The more I learn, the more I like.”

“But why?”

The embarrassing words just come flying out. Geez, can’t I pretend to be confident for five freaking minutes? What is wrong with me?

His grip tightens as his gaze intensifies. “When I saw you the other night…” He sucks in a breath, composing himself. “I just… everything changed. Something clicked inside me. I knew immediately that you’re the one for me. That I had to have you and keep you forever.”

“But…”

“No butts, Lindsay,” he says as he moves in, his enticing lips hovering over mine. “When the soul sees its other half, it knows it and wants it. You’re my other half. If you can’t see that now, I’ll spend the rest of your life proving it to you.”

God, my heart is hammering in my chest. His cologne is getting me all woozy in a good way. His eyes are making me turn to jelly.

“I’m intensely curious about you,” he says as he threads a loose piece of hair behind my ear. “There hasn’t been one second that I haven’t thought, wondered, dreamed about you since I saw you looking like an angel in the hallway. I’m obsessed.”

I gulp as his lips come closer… closer… my chin tilts up… oh god this is going to be good…

The fucking doorbell rings and Emmett turns, taking his scrumptious lips away with him. Noooooooooo!!!

Not fair.

“I’ll be back,” he says before heading to the door to answer it.

“Hurry,” I whimper.

It’s the pizza. He pays the man and brings it into our apartment.

“Get your artwork,” he says as he opens the box. The smell is amazing. I didn’t realize how hungry I was after our extracurricular activity on the counter. Come to think of it, with all the stops I did, I haven’t eaten all day. “I’d like to look at it as we eat.”