Truly Yours (Mason & Sophie 2, Roommate Duet 4)

“What are you doing? Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” she says in that sweet, seductive tone of hers that always gets me hard. “Are you okay?” The streetlights shine through my blinds, but it only brightens the room enough for me to focus on her eyes and lips.

“Uh yeah,” I say, chuckling and wrapping a strand of her hair around her ear. “Especially when my stunning girlfriend sneaks into my room without pants.” Or hell, without a bra too.

Silently, Sophie pushes against my bare chest, and I stumble backward onto the bed. I catch myself on my elbows, and before I can say another word, she’s on top of me, straddling my lap.

Grinding herself against me, I wrap my hands around her waist, then slide them down to her luscious ass.

“Baby, what are you—?”

“I want you.” She leans forward, whispering against my lips. “You left me a little hot and bothered down there, and I’m ready.”

“Sophie,” I growl, arching my hips to meet hers. “Fuck, are you sure?”

“You’re the only thing I’m sure about these days, and I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you, Mason.”

If that doesn’t sound like fucking heaven coming from her, nothing does.

“I love you so much, Soph. You have no idea.” I palm her cheeks, bringing our foreheads together as she rocks against me. “Jesus, you’re driving me insane already.”

“Do you have any condoms?” She searches my face, her voice softer as if she’s embarrassed to ask. I haven’t had a need for condoms, considering she’s the last person I had sex with years ago. However, the moment Sophie and I became more than friends, I made sure to buy some for when the time came.

“Yeah, I bought a twenty-four pack,” I tell her honestly, smirking.

“Oh my God,” she says, laughing. “A little presumptuous, don’t you think?”

I shrug with a cocky grin. “Well, buying in bulk gives you a better cost per unit. I was just being price savvy.”

“Riiiiight.” She chuckles, wrapping her hands around my neck. “Savvy.”

I squeeze her ass cheeks as our bodies move together, and my cock is wide-fucking-awake. Her little whimpers and moans against my lips are enough to get me off in seconds. However, I’m not about to let that happen. Not after all this time.

Swinging her body to the bed until she’s under me, I tower over her and slant my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue between her soft lips as I settle between her thighs. Sophie wraps her legs around my waist, and the pressure between us is enough to make me combust.

“Soph…” I murmur, desperate to take my time with her and not waste a second of this. “I want to taste you, baby.”

I worship Sophie’s body, pulling up her shirt and feathering kisses down her stomach. Her fingers in my hair, her soft moans echoing in the air, the way she arches her back—I’m a fucking goner. My jaw moves across the band of her panties before my fingers pull them all the way down, and I toss them. The moment I smell her sweet arousal, I nearly lose all control.

“Jesus Christ, woman,” I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit. I tease her swollen bud, then slide my finger down her slit until I’m inside her. Twisting my wrist, I go deeper and suck hard.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, jerking her hips.

Using my free hand, I push her thigh higher, needing more access. Then I slide a second finger inside and feast while bringing her closer to the edge.

“Mason…oh my God, please,” she begs, and when I look up, I see her fisting the sheets, and her eyes are rolling. She’s so goddamn close.

“You wanna come on my face, sweetheart?” I muse, then blow cool air against her skin. “You taste fucking delicious.”

“Yes, yes…” She nods, opening her eyes to watch me.

Leaning up slightly, I spread her legs wider and lick up and down her slit, feeling her shake against me. Then I wrap my lips around her clit and slide two fingers back inside her. I devour her like I’ve fantasized, and when her body quivers, I know she’s about to explode.

Pulling my hand back just enough to add a third finger, Sophie screams loud enough to rattle the walls, and I smirk against her pussy, knowing that if Liam was home, he would’ve heard her. I wouldn’t feel bad, considering the years I’ve had to listen to his panty parade next door.

“Goddamn,” I whisper, and seconds later, she’s unraveling, squeezing my fingers with her cunt. I lick her clean before moving back up her body and grinning like a fool. “You have any idea how fucking hot that was?”

She’s still trying to catch her breath when she answers. “I can feel how much.” She grins, and I push my cock against her.