The Roommate Equation

I reach for his body wash, a manly scent that drives me wild, and lather up a washcloth. “The faster we get washed, the sooner you can be inside me.”

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so hard my toes curl in anticipation of more. After he releases his grip, we get washed in a hurry. Dylan doesn’t waste much time towel drying my body, and then he lowers me onto his bed. The sheets are silky and smooth against my warm skin.

He climbs on top of me, and electricity pulsates down my skin, creating tiny bumps along my arms. When he moves down my body, his mouth inches from my pussy, my heart pounds.

He grips my thighs in his big hands and rolls his tongue along my sensitive skin. My eyes slam shut from the initial contact, sending a chill down my spine. He gives me a few tentative licks, and his breath, combined with the stubble along his jaw, makes my toes curl.

His tongue dips between my slick folds, and a tremor shakes through me. As he shoves two fingers inside me, I moan his name, and with a few more flicks of his tongue, I lose control.

After I come, he doesn’t waste time reaching for a condom. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I stick out my tongue, and when I do, I can taste myself on him.

Dylan cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth. He’s rough and aggressive, and with each flick of his tongue, he takes what he wants from me.

He lines himself up at my entrance, and without a second to brace myself for the thickness of his cock, he plunges into me. I let out a soft moan that turns into a series of screams as he thrusts harder. Our bodies shake through one another, and when his cock pulses inside me, it sends me over the edge. Dylan presses his lips to mine and holds me there as we reach the peaks of our orgasms.

He gives me a few sweaty kisses and then rolls off me, taking me with him. Our chests are slick with sweat, and now the room smells like a mixture of his body wash and sex.

“So much for that shower,” I say.

He chuckles, holding me tighter. “Go to sleep,” he whispers in my ear. “We can get another shower before work.”

Leaning my head on his chest, I listen to his heart pounding, and the sound coaxes me to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dylan

Ash rolls over, her hair covering her face, and drapes her thigh over mine. I move her hair out of her face. She snores softly in my ear, curling up against my chest. I used to watch her sleep when we were together. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, as she does right now.

I woke up ten minutes before the alarm, ready to jump into action for the day. With Ash in my bed, I had trouble sleeping. All of my dreams drifted back to her, and the thought of Sloan catching us together. I knew he would stay upstairs after we came home from the club. There was almost no chance of him finding us together.

But still… it’s not impossible.

“Ash,” I whisper in her ear, running my fingers down her arm to wake her. “Get up, babe. Time for work.”

She groans. “Five more minutes.”

I brush my fingers through her hair, and she wiggles her nose. “Why are you so awake this early in the morning?”

“Time to get up,” I say, my lips inches from hers.

“You could find more creative ways to wake me,” she says with one eye open, a silly grin plastered on her face.

I slide my hand down her stomach and between her thighs. We’re both still naked and wrapped in my sheets.

“Well, don’t stop. Make me come.”

I kiss her sassy mouth and plunge two fingers inside her. Ash moans into my mouth, thrusting her hips to match the pace of my fingers.

“Can you be quiet?” I ask between kisses. “Because I need you to be a good girl and not scream.”

“Yes,” Ash whispers.

She grabs a pillow to stifle her moans, and it doesn’t take long before she comes on my fingers.

“Good morning to you, too,” she says and then kisses me.

After an awkward ride to work with Sloan and Ash, I’ve spent the last few hours hiding in my office. Sloan hasn’t bothered to pop his head inside. Every morning, we usually go through our daily schedule while we drink our coffee. Not today. He stepped off the elevator with me this morning, and I haven’t seen him since.

No one gives a cold shoulder better than Sloan and Ash. She must have learned that shit from her brother because when those two want to ignore you, it’s like you don’t even exist.