what in the hell she’s talking about. “Like what?”
“Like…I could be the dirty little porn star whose penthouse apartment is on fire. And my only way of repaying you by riding you all night.” She smiles wide.
I laugh. “I think that’s called roleplay, but I’m cool with it.” I reach out to pull her in for a kiss, but before my hand touches her, the door opens and Brad comes marching in. My hand falls away as he walks straight past us, into the kitchen, and then back toward the door.
“Forgot my keys. See ya,” he says, walking back out.
When the door slams behind him, the both of us let out a long breath. I shake my head as annoyance pumps through my veins. I stand up and start pacing. “This is exactly what I was talking about. We’re going to get caught.”
She comes to stand in front of me. “No, we’re not. We just need to set some ground rules.”
I nod. “Okay, yeah, ground rules. What do you got?”
“Well…First of all, we can’t talk dirty, touch, or kiss if we’re not locked in your bedroom or out of the apartment. That way, we never have to worry about him walking in on us.”
“Okay.”
“Second, I think at least once a week, we each need to bitch to him about the other. You know, just to throw him off and make him think we hate each other.”
“That’s good,” I say, reaching out for her, needing to feel her against my chest, my lips.
She quickly pulls away. “What did I just say?” she asks around a smile. “Rule number one is…”
“I know, I know. Don’t touch unless we’re in my room. I wasn’t thinking. I’ll do better.”
She laughs. “Look at you. From never breaking a rule to breaking the number one rule five seconds after it’s made,” she jokes.
I laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Lock the door and let’s go to my room.”
She quickly rushes to the door, locks it, then jogs past me, smacking me on the ass as she goes.
“God, that fucking mouth of yours can work miracles,” I say as her head bobs up and down, taking more and more of me into her hot mouth.
For the last four hours, we’ve been locked away in my room, never leaving the bed and never not touching one another. We have sex, rest, and then start the process all over again. We cuddle, kiss, tickle, talk, and tease, which is how we always end up repeating the vicious cycle.
I come harder than I’ve ever come before, and she swallows it down like the fucking godsend she is. When she pulls away, her lips are red and swollen, glistening from sucking me off. Her eyes are sparkling, and her cheeks are flushed. I place my hand on her jaw, my thumb moving back and forth across her pink cheek. “Come here,” I tell her, watching as she crawls up my body. I direct her lips to mine, and I can taste myself on her. I want my taste on her tongue, my cologne on her body, my hands in her hair. Nobody else’s.
I kiss her deeply, taking things slow. There’s no way I can go for another round, but for the first time in a really long time, I’m kissing her just because I enjoy it. I’m not pushing for more. I’m just taking what’s mine. She pulls away and lays herself down at my side. Her head rests on my shoulder while her hand runs up and down my stomach. I watch as her fingers rise and fall as they trail over my abs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of licking these abs. I’m glad I finally get to check that off my list.”
I let out a chuckle. “How long you been thinking about it?” We haven’t been doing this thing we’re doing for too long.
“Since I was young enough I shouldn’t have been thinking about it,” she admits.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask, and I feel her tense beside me.
“Why?”
I shrug. “I was just wondering. I want to know you. Everything about you. The good and the bad. I want to understand why Brad treats you the way he does.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I was thirteen.”
“Seriously?”
She nods but doesn’t look up at me. Something tells me she’s ashamed. “Yep. I was thirteen and my boyfriend was sixteen. We dated for a whole week. Then he said that if I