Baby Yours – Hunter & Lennon (Roommate Duet 2)

Goddamn.

This is a really fucking bad idea, but there’s no way I can stop now.

I make small circles on her clit, adding a little pressure when she releases a whimper. My entire body reacts to that little sound, and I’m sure she can feel my cock digging into her ass cheek. There’s no denying how badly I want her.

Lennon rocks her hips against my palm, encouraging me as I explore, and when I slip a finger inside her, she tightens around me as my thumb works her perfect little bud.

“Oh my God…” she moans, her hand fisting the blanket next to her. “Right there, Hunter. Don’t stop.”

Fuck me up.

Hearing her whimper my name when all I want to do is make her mine has to be the worst kind of torture. I live for the times she says my name, but this—I want to do everything and anything to keep hearing her desperately say it.

My lips move to her ear. “I’ve got you, Lennon.”

Sliding her slickness around her cunt, I press two fingertips to her swollen clit and make quick circles. Her hips buck wildly, and when I add more pressure, I know she’s almost there.

“Let go, sweetheart,” I whisper. Though the thought has me wanting to tell her to hold back for as long as possible. But this isn’t for me. This is what she needs. I can’t be selfish right now, no matter how badly I want to be, or how goddamn hard it is to resist when she’s this close. “Fuck, Lennon.”

“Hunter…yes.”

I mold my body against hers, holding her tight as I continue to drive her toward the edge. She’s so fucking wet, it’s hard to keep my pace, but I make it my life mission to give her exactly what she needs.

“You’re close,” I tell her, my voice low and raspy as I try to control my breathing.

“Yes…” She nods, biting down on her lower lip. “So close.” Her hips move in sync with my hand, seeking relief.

“What do you need, Lennon? Tell me.” I’m pretty certain she can hear the desperation in my tone.

“Don’t stop,” she says between ragged breaths. “Keep talking to me.”

I chuckle lightly against her ear, loving the idea of her orgasming to my voice. “Okay, I won’t stop.” I quickly move my fingers through her arousal then slide two inside her. “You’re so tight, Lennon. Holy fuck.”

She squeezes her pussy around them as I thrust in and out. Lennon’s head falls back to my chest, her eyes closed as her lips part. I watch the way she responds to me, imagine how she’d look coming around my cock, and as soon as I envision it, Lennon’s body erupts.

Quickly, I bring my fingers to her clit, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I could fucking watch her all night long, kiss every inch of her, and hear her beg for more.

Lennon sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and when she turns her face slightly toward me, our mouths are only inches apart.

Fuck it.

As I add pressure to her swollen bud, working to give her another wave of pleasure, I crash my lips to hers. I shouldn’t, but right now in the darkness, we aren’t two broken people who can’t be together. We’re Hunter and Lennon, chemically drawn to each other, neither wanting to deny the other. In the dark, we’re different people who can get lost in each other, and come morning, we’ll go back to the way things have to be.

She kisses me, and then her back arches at the same time her hips buck, and she goes off like a train whistle. Lennon’s body goes into an aftershock neither of us are prepared for.

“Holy shit…” she whispers then licks her lips. The way her chest rises and falls, I know she was just as affected by that kiss as I am.

Reluctantly, I slowly slide out of her panties and she shifts back into position so we’re spooning again. I can feel goose bumps on her arm as I brush my hand over her soft skin, pride fills my ego knowing I gave them to her.

A moment passes and Lennon’s hand reaches between us.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic.

Her fingers brush my boxers, my cock still hard from…everything—touching her, kissing her, feeling her climaxing around me.

“I want to give you relief too.” Her voice is so small as she turns to her back. “You need it.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Swallowing hard, I shake my head. “Lennon, no.” That’s a really goddamn bad idea. She starts to slip her fingers inside, and I quickly grab her wrist. “This wasn’t about me. It was about your pleasure, Lennon.”

“I don’t want you thinking I used you,” she says softly.

Swallowing hard, I wonder if I could plead momentary insanity if I let her touch me.