My Ex's Roommates (Ex Marks the Spot #3)

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***Carter***

N o matter the warning sounds in my head to slow shit down, I couldn’t. I slipped my finger into her panties and nearly dropped to my knees at how wet she was. She was more than ready. “Fuck, Harper. You’re soaked.”

She tugged harder at my hair and directed my mouth back to hers. Around her kisses, she begged. “Please, Carter… Oh, god, yes…. Carter!”

I loved the way she wildly whispered my name when I pushed two fingers into her. She was past ready for me and I couldn’t think past getting inside her. There would be time for foreplay later, when we weren’t at risk of getting caught in the library.

I pinned her to the shelf behind her so I could reach below her ass and roughly pull my cock free from my joggers. I’d never been so happy that I didn’t always wear underwear. I ripped the hole in her tights bigger and dragged her panties to the side so I could press my cock against her dripping cunt. I watched her face as I hesitated there, needing to know for sure that it was what she wanted.

She arched her back and tilted her hips to take me in deeper. Her eyes met mine and she licked her lips. “I want you, Carter.”

My entire body shuddered as I held her gaze and sank my full cock deep inside her tight walls. She let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard and I wanted to hear every sound she made but I didn’t want us to get caught. I kept one hand under her ass and covered her mouth with the other. “We have to be quiet. I’m not sure I’d want to stop fucking you if someone came up and caught us.”

Her pussy fluttered around my dick and her cheeks flushed deeper than they already were. She didn’t hate the idea. She flicked her tongue out and licked my fingers, eyes wild with desire. They went hazy when I pulled out and thrust back home, rattling the shelf behind her. She didn’t notice the noise. She kept her arms around my neck, her hands tugging at my hair.

I thrust deep again and groaned under my breath and the little grunt she let out. Her pussy was so wet that I could feel her juices sliding down to coat my balls. It made me want to take her harder, demand even more of that cream. Every deep thrust dragged another grunt from her and it would’ve been clear to anyone in the basement that she was being fucked.

Pushing my fingers past her lips, I held her gaze and nodded. “Suck.”

Her eyes rolled and her core clamped down on my dick but she did what I said. She sucked on three of my fingers like they were my cock. I fucked her faster, driving us both towards a fast release. The shelves rattled louder and Harper’s grunts and moans still slipped past my fingers. I knew we were going to get caught if I didn’t hurry. As much as I didn’t give a shit about getting caught, I didn’t want her to get in trouble.

I shifted my hand under her ass and coated a finger in her fluid before shifting my finger higher and teasing her asshole. I just rubbed the little rosebud, only pressing the very tip of my finger inside before pulling out and doing it all over again.

I needed more I dragged my fingers out of her mouth and gripped the top of her head so I could truly rut into her, fucking us both closer to oblivion. Her cries filled the room almost instantly but I slammed my mouth over hers to muffle the sounds.

She shook and tightened all around me, her orgasm coming hard and fast. I let her mouth go, my fucked up need to hear her scream for me enough to risk everything. She flashed me a wild grin, though, and then sank her teeth into my shoulder. The sharp pain was nothing compared to the heat clenching the base of my spine and filling my balls until they were painfully full. Her screams of pleasure were muffled as she came hard, her pussy demanding my release.

I thrust through the first few jets of my come, not wanting to be done yet. The pleasure was too much, though, and I froze with my cock pressed right up against her cervix, shooting her so full of my seed that I knew it was going to leak out of her for the rest of the day. I shuddered and buried my face into her throat, growling out my release until I was spent and floating somewhere my brain wasn’t. It was heaven, coming inside Harper.

Harper finally let my shoulder go and dropped her head back against the rows of magazines behind her. The shelf creaked again and she finally heard it, her eyes flaring wide for a second. “That was loud.”

I bit my lip as I stared down at her. “Yep.”

She offered me her mouth and I took it again, kissing her like I already owned her, like she was mine and mine alone. The intense desire to mark her rammed through my brain until I had to force myself to back away. I watched the way she winced when I pulled out and swore at myself as I reached down and straightened her panties so they’d catch my come.

“Did I hurt you?”

She stood on shaky legs and gripped my shirt. “No. That was…nice.”

I let out a bark of laughter and then grinned wide when I saw her giggle. “Just nice, huh?”

“No. It was amazing and you know it. You can’t come back here, though. I think I went dumb when you put your dick in me and for a second, I didn’t care if we got caught and I lost my job.”

“I would’ve made a donation and got your job back.” I shrugged like it was nothing because the amount it would cost really was nothing compared to what my family had. “Maybe I’ll do it anyway and ask for a room with my name on it down here so I can sneak you away whenever I want.”

She looked torn between amused and horrified. “No, Carter! No donations. Especially no fuck rooms in the library with your name on them. I can only imagine the amount of women who’d suddenly find an interest in the library basement.”

There would be no other women in a fuck room of mine until either I was done with Harper or she was done with me. Taking her had only cemented what I already knew. I wanted her. Not once, not twice. I wanted her even more. I didn’t say all of that, though, because I had a feeling she’d be freaked out.

Instead, I just smiled and pressed a kiss to her swollen lips. “No fuck rooms in the library. Got it.”

She leaned against the shelf and watched me take a step back, biting her bottom lip as she struggled with something. Then she surprised me by launching herself forward and kissing me again, deeper. Before I was ready for it to be over, she pulled away and bent down to grab the magazines we’d scattered on the floor. “Okay. Go away now.”

I pressed into her from behind and kissed the side of her neck. “See you at home, Harper.”

I walked away whistling, feeling like I’d just won the national championship. I didn’t even notice the bite mark peeking out from my shirt collar until I got to practice later that day and Coach Hogan started shouting about it and how we needed to be focused on ball, not pussy. He wasn’t amused when I smirked at him and told him I begged to differ but I chalked it up to him needing to get laid himself.

Dylan and Silas stood back, though, their eyes hard as they watched me. None of us were good at staying angry at each other and not just putting our shit on the table so it didn’t take them long to corner me. Surprisingly, it was Dylan who was angrier.

“You fucking kiss Harper this morning and start that shit about sharing and then you go off and hook up with whoever you hooked up with? Are you fucking kidding me, Carter? You couldn’t keep it in your pants for a full day?” He was seething but he was still in control enough that his voice was quiet and even. When I laughed, he just about lost it, though. “It’s not fucking funny. You can’t start shit with Harper and then go fuck someone else. We’re not doing that.”

My smile grew. “I visited the library earlier.”

Silas growled. “And? You may be a literate jackass but you’re still a jackass.”

I couldn’t contain my laugh anymore. Before they could knock me on my ass, I held my hands up and leaned closer, being sure no one was listening. “I visited the library and spent some time with our roommate.”

“Oh.” Dylan grunted. “ Oh! ”

I nodded. “I think we have some things to talk about.”

Silas looked over his shoulder at Coach and then swore. “Later. He’s seconds from skinning us alive. One thing, though.”

“What?”

His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Best fucking sex of your life, right?”

Dylan smacked both of us on the back of our heads. Then he lost a fight with his own shit-eating grin. “So fucking good that I was seeing stars and counting out how long I needed to wait to ask her to marry me.”

We all fell out laughing because it was clear that we were each just as hooked on Harper as each other. None of us bothered to delve deeper into it, to ask how the hell it was going to possibly work out. We were just focused on the fact that Harper Monroe was the hottest woman ever and she wanted us. That was enough, especially when Coach blew his whistle and went red in the face yelling at us.