Good Girl (Alphahole Roommates 2)

A moment later, I’m no longer alone. Austin’s climbing in.

I turn to face him, surprised. Shy.

“Is it okay I’m in here with you?” he asks, looking into my eyes.

I nod, biting my lip as I reach for my shampoo.

It’s a tight fit in here, being a regular bathtub/shower combination, not like the massive standalone shower in the master bathroom.

He spins my body wash on the shelf and glances at the label.

“Guess I’m gonna smell like pink lemon and mandarin oranges today.”

I grin as I lather my hair up and then I rise up on the balls of my feet with my shampoo up high. I pour a glug onto his head. “And strawberries and cream.”

He steps forward, dips his hair under the shower stream, then steps back and quickly lathers it up before he reaches for my exfoliating bodywash, squirts some on his hand and lathers up his chest while watching me. I’m watching him while I work my hair into a lather.

“Can I have some of that?” I ask.

Instead of passing me the bodywash, he squirts more on his hand and then those hands are reaching for my boobs.

My back goes against the wall as I succumb to the way that feels, so he moves under the stream. I push the shampoo back so it doesn’t go in my eyes and watch as he rubs my boobs, getting them all bubbly before his hands move down my ribcage all the way to my hips. They travel back up to my armpits and then slide up over my shoulders leaving a trail of slippery and gritty bubbles everywhere. He finishes soaping me up from shoulders to wrists before spinning me around so that I’m facing the wall. My head rolls back as he lathers my back, my rear end, then I hear another glug as he gets more bodywash and then does down to my ankles. I squeeze excess shampoo bubbles backwards again and then I’m pulled against his soapy body, putting me under the shower stream, too, so I work at rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. I’m focused on that when I feel Austin’s hand slide across my hip and then he’s cupping me between the legs.

“Can’t forget this spot,” he huskily says with his mouth behind my ear.

I feel his erection bounce against my lower back as I continue to squeeze my shampoo out. His fingers work over my clit and slide inside me. They glide in and out slowly, over the clit, inside, then press inside on my g-spot, and then reverse up to my clit again. He does this over and over until my knees buckle and I gasp out a climax before I twist around to sink into him, putting my cheek against his chest and sighing, holding on so I don’t fall down.

“Let’s go,” he whispers and then kisses the top of my head and a minute later, we’re in my bed, wet, and all over one another.

The box of condoms sits on my nightstand, so he reaches for one, gloves up, and then he’s lifting my legs up over his shoulders as he slides inside.

Holy shit. I’ve never done this position before. I like it. This might be my new favorite.

But wait… it’s also broad daylight and my blinds are half open. I’m self-conscious about being so visible, but he looks at me like he loves what he sees.

Or likes. Not love.

Likes.

He said his life is complicated right now. I can’t think with the L-word unless it’s just the like word.

“You okay?” he asks, looking concerned.

“Mm hm, why?”

“You look upset.”

He’s still inside me, though now he’s still.

“I’m good,” I fib, opening my legs so I can pull them down and wrap them around his waist. I pull him closer so he’s not so closely scrutinizing my expression.

The distraction works and now he’s kissing me, touching my breasts, making sexy sounds as he fucks me with long, deep strokes.

It feels good, great actually, so I close my eyes and try to get lost in this.

“Want to make you come again, Jada,” he whispers, “Be my good girl - let go.”

He’s pretty intuitive. But I’m not sure I can let go again right now after having a big orgasm a minute ago.

His good girl, though? I can at least try.

“Okay,” I whisper and keep my eyes closed as I do my best to blank my mind and just absorb the sensations.

A minute later, I’m flipped to my belly and he lifts my hips so that I’m on my knees. He slams back in and I cry out.

“Holy shit.”

His hand goes between my legs and he’s working his fingers between my legs while going at me doggie style. So… I think this is my new favorite position.

The sound of skin slapping skin, the feel of his cock slamming inside over and over, the sounds of Austin’s breathing as he covers my back with his body plus the feel of his hand toying with my clit while I stare at his other hand bracing himself on the headboard - I explode around him and fall to my belly, whimpering shamelessly into the pillow.