Good Girl (Alphahole Roommates 2)

I don’t want to think about Josh right now. That’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to Austin, so I focus. I focus and greedily take the tip of Austin’s cock into my mouth.

I lick. I suck. I kiss.

And then I cup his balls.

My hair is in his fist and it’s the sexiest thing in the world because he’s looking at me while I do this to him. I’m looking at him, too, as I suck his cock, then my eyes travel up over the beautiful length of it to his washboard abs, then up further across miles of sun-bronzed ripples of muscle to his stubbled jaw ticking as he watches, as he reacts. His face makes me think I’m doing a decent job at this. His eyes look on the verge of anger. Almost like the angry faces he was making before, when he yelled at me, and it’s the hottest thing in the world, sucking his cock while he looks at me like he wants to fire me, kick me out, no, wait… no…more like he’s looking at me like I’m naughty, like he wants to spank me some more. More spanking is way better than homelessness, so I tell my mind to stick with that as I reach between my legs. God, I’m soaking wet. I start working my still sensitive clit myself as I keep sucking him.

Did I just do that? Did I just touch myself in front of a guy?

He notices and then his fingers are there, too. I pull my hand back so he can take over, but then he grabs my hand and sucks two of my fingers while rocking into my face. God, this is more erotic than the most erotic scene I’ve dreamt up.

I can’t get over this.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I have no idea what it means, either; I only know it feels completely awesome.

“Can I come in your mouth?” he demands, pace quickening where it’s no longer me bobbing, but him thrusting.

“No, I shouldn’t,” he rethinks.

I nod and take a firmer hold of his butt and hold on tight.

I nod some more.

He groans out as he quickens his pace again and then after just four or five more thrusts, he comes down my throat.

I choke a little and his eyes immediately go concerned.

I recover. He flops beside me, then jumps up and lifts me up in the air, making me squeal in surprise. I quickly realize he’s doing it to get the blankets down.

He puts us back in the bed and pulls the covers over us.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my neck, pulling me close. “Fuck, that was a nice surprise.”

I nod, snuggling in.

“Though not exactly safe…”

“Huh?”

“Me, coming in your mouth…”

“I haven’t been with anyone,” I remind him, but his lips are on mine again and now he’s holding my jaw as he kisses me.

He kisses me long and deep and it feels like my heart is going to explode out of my chest into a poof of glitter and butterflies.

“Fuck,” he says again. “That was nice.”

I giggle. “You said that.”

“I had no idea what I was comin’ home to,” he says. “I guess I’m in shock, now thinking on all of it.”

I cover my face, embarrassed.

“I’m very fucking glad I found that smut file, Cooties.”

I bark out a laugh. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

He laughs. “Okay, Squatter.”

“Groucho!” I add.

He laughs louder. “Master Groucho the third, thank you very much. And I’m not usually so grouchy. I’m sorry about that.”

“I’m not sure I believe that,” I joke.

He chuckles. “Fair point. And what’s with the third thing? Who are Austin Groucho first and second? That’s what I’d like to fuckin’ know.”

“No clue. Adding The Third to your name made you sound even more pompous and snooty.”

He slaps my butt and I giggle.

“Sassy thing,” he says.

“I’m not usually so sassy.”

“Hm. Not sure I believe that.”

“Hm,” I return. “Fair point.”

He bites his lip and caresses my head, tucking loose hair behind my ear.

“You made me enchiladas,” he whispers as if he supremely approves.

I nod.

“I don’t like guac.”

“Have you tried my guac?” I ask.

“No. But despite that I don’t eat it, gotta tell you, Cooties, I’m now a very big fan of guac,” Austin informs.

I giggle. “Stop calling me Cooties.”

“Though I might never ever eat it.”

I laugh again.

“You should try my guac.”

“Maybe I will. You eat yet?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

“You thought you had at least two hours to scarf down your meal and hide in your room before I got back.”

I nod.

“You’ve done a good job of avoiding me all week,” he says.

“It’s part of my job description. Just trying to exceed expectations.” I bat my eyelashes.

“Well stop that. I don’t want you avoiding me anymore.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t have to just stay in your room. I was a dick about that.”