Bad Girl (Alphahole Roommates 3)

I thread my fingers into her hair and bring her mouth to mine.

She startles, pulling back like she’s coming out of a daze. Pink stains her cheeks and she tries to roll away.

“Get back here,” I order and grab her, then roll, taking her with me. There’s barely enough room to do that and now I’m on top of her but on the very edge of this shitty bed.

I part her legs with my knee and look into her eyes for her reaction for a beat before I slide in, knowing she wants this. She’s more than ready and wraps those legs around my waist, letting out a sexy as fuck little moan.

My fingers slip between us, and I toy with her pussy while she sheaths me with wet, tight heat.

Her eyes drift closed and there’s a sparkle on her eyelid. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip.

I brush the sparkle away, but for real: I dig sparkles since meeting this girl. They’re everywhere in this place and despite that she did it to piss me off, it hasn’t. I have not grown tired of it because it’s her… spreading all that she is all around me, all over me. Leaving her mark. I’m hers.

I’m hers and I’m gonna stick to her like glue. I’ll find out what’s going on with her and I’ll find a way to fix it.

It’s only six in the morning and the sex is good but goes fast with both of us satisfied. She falls back to sleep and I head for a shower and then seeing her there, I decide to crawl back in with her afterwards.

As soon as I touch her, her eyes open and she looks straight into my eyes. I kiss her nose and this has the magical effect of her fingers finding their way into my boxer briefs.

She then disappears under the blankets, pulling the boxers down before she takes me into her mouth.

Fuck, yeah.

I hang onto that necklace she’s still got on while she gives me head. And she’s good at it, using tongue, suction, going deep. She doesn’t neglect my balls either and then when I’m about to blow my load, she sticks a fingertip in my ass and fuck… while I blow that load down her throat, I see it. Her in a white dress at that altar in my family’s church.

This time, it’s me that passes out after coming.

***

I wake up alone.

I sit up and check my phone on the nightstand. Ten o’clock.

I rise, pulling my boxer briefs up.

Her bedroom door is open, but she’s not in there. Kitchen and living room empty. The fuck?

Bathroom? Empty, but her bag and wallet are there with her phone so of course that strikes me as strange. I lift the phone and see an alert on the screen. Two surveillance app prompt previews are on the home screen.

I open the most recent. A quick video clip of me just now, looking into the room from the doorway. I frown. Nanny cam.

I open the second one and it’s a video of Ally coming in, walking to her closet, and then coming out and disappearing from camera view without leaving the room.

I put the phone down and head into her room.

The kitten is on the bed, sleeping at the bottom on a pillow. The bed is again made in reverse with the pillows on the bottom. My girl is so quirky.

The cat stretches when she sees me and blinks a couple times before yawning. I pat her head as I pass her and see the other door Ally must’ve slipped into.

I find her curled up in a corner of a room a bit bigger than the average walk-in closet. Her eyes hit mine and she’s crying. I immediately scoop her up into my arms and take her out of there but not before quickly scanning the space and taking it in. Like a little kid’s playroom. Art easel. A tea party for stuffed animals. Beanbag chair.

“P-put me down,” she whispers brokenly. She’s wearing a one-piece Tigger pajama onesie with a coiled tail.

I put her down on the bed but I don’t release her.

She curls into a little ball, but I hold on tight.

“Are you ready to talk to me now?”

She shakes her head, continuing to hide her face.

Georgia climbs onto Ally’s hip and curls up. Ally reaches for the kitten and pulls her close, crying into the fur.

The cat looks at me and lets out a silent meow, just her mouth moving, like she’s asking for help.

Ally’s body starts trembling with her crying, so the cat digs her claws into Ally’s leg, trying to get away. This buys her the escape. She sits up as the cat jumps off the bed.

“I n-need some alone-time,” she states, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.