Roommates Box Set #4-6

15. Sierra

15

SIERRA

I gasped as I yanked my hand away from the bulge in Drew’s jeans, but the feeling of his hot, hard length was seared into my mind. “I’m sorry!” I said as he jerked away.

Scrambling on all fours, I backed off of him, being careful not to hurt him again. His knee had gone up protectively, and I’d half waited for him to double over in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and while he didn’t sound great, he didn’t sound like he was in agony, either.

“I’m so sorry,” I said again.

“You’re fine. No harm done.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

He shook his head, wincing slightly. “I’m good. Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to buck you off me. It’s just a self-protective thing with guys.”

“I’m fine.” Embarrassed as hell and mad at myself, but fine. “But I’m still afraid I hurt you. Your voice sounds funny.”

He managed a weak chuckle. “Having an erection in tight jeans isn’t the most pleasant thing ever.”

Oh. That made sense. My knowledge of men’s erections was sorely lacking. Sure, I’d felt them pressed against me many times… many, many times, both in scenes where that was all but expected, and ones when it wasn’t. I didn’t have much experience touching them, though.

My fingers still tingled from the unexpected contact. “I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

This time his laugh was more genuine. “Seriously, I’m fine. And it wasn’t even your fault—the cougar was to blame.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really? That was what caused that ?” I gestured at his pants.

“What can I say? You’re an excellent actress.”

“Yeah, but that’s just… weird.”

“It’s a weird body part,” he said with a nod. “But one of my favorites.”

I sank against the back of the sofa, sitting next to him but not facing him. “I’ve heard guys say that, but I’ve never really understood it. Women don’t have favorite body parts—or at least, I don’t.”

“Really?” Drew shifted his body toward me. “If you had to pick one, what would it be?”

Hmm. “My hair, I guess.”

Drew shook his head. “That’s not really a body part. It’s more like an accessory. Though a very pretty accessory.”

I grabbed a handful of my hair and shook it in his direction. “It’s attached to my body. That makes it a body part.”

Drew shook his head. “By that logic, your makeup and your clothes could be considered body parts, too.” Then he lightly touched my thigh. “My clothes, actually.”

I froze at his touch, but not in alarm. “Only the pants are yours.” A thought hit, a naughty one that came from the same part of my brain that had come up with the moves and words for the cougar role before. “Want them back?”

“You can keep them as long as you—” He stopped dead, and his hand stilled on my leg. “Or did you mean… now?”

Feeling suddenly shy, I nodded. I couldn’t tell what had gotten into me, but I suspected it was a combination of the giddy feeling I’d described to Drew before, plus the arousal that’d filled me when he’d had his hands on me. Or maybe it was the very evident proof of his arousal.

“God, yes,” he breathed.

He inhaled sharply, and I knew he was going to provide a disclaimer. That I didn’t have to. Or perhaps that he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable. The fact that I knew, without a doubt, the sentiment behind what he’d say decided it for me.

Lifting my hips, I tugged the bulky sweatpants off, leaning forward to slip them off of my feet. Then I folded them rather nervously and handed them to Drew. “I, um, probably should’ve washed them before returning them.”

“That’s the last thing on my mind right now,” Drew said in a low voice. To prove his point, he flung the sweatpants away. They sailed over the coffee table and landed just a foot short of the fireplace. “Oops.”

I giggled. “If we burn the place down, it’s going to be a bit awkward explaining how it happened to Tristan and Carter.”

“True.” Drew’s voice sounded strained. “It’s hard to think—for some reason, all the blood has drained away from my brain.”

“Are your jeans too tight again?”

“They never stopped,” he said. “But now, I’m half afraid that the button’s going to pop right off and fly across the room like the sweatpants.”

“Then we can be pantsless together.”

He groaned. “There’s a tempting thought.”

It was in my opinion, too. “That way I wouldn’t be the only one.” I shifted my leg against his. I half wanted to reach over and touch him, but I didn’t want to risk hurting him again.

“Sierra, you’ve had a few drinks, and?—”

“I’m not drunk,” I said, confident it was true. But he’d had more than me. “Are you?”

“No. I think you’ve invented a surefire way to sober a man up.”

“Then why not?” Since I wasn’t brave enough to touch his cock, I ran my hand up his arm and sank my fingers into his hair. The way it stuck up and kind of did its own thing had fascinated me for days. “I don’t know why, but I’m feeling kind of… playful.”

He groaned again. “A beautiful woman saying she’s feeling playful is pretty much guaranteed to make a man explode.”

I tugged at the wavy hair at the back of his neck. “I’d kind of like to see that,” I whispered. Both my straightforward words and the fact that it was true surprised me.

“Shit,” he moaned. “If you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is?—”

“I know that,” I interrupted. “That’s why I want this.” I wasn’t entirely sure what I meant by that, but I trusted Drew, and that was a very rare thing. What’s more, I liked him. Having both those things be true gave me confidence. “Need help?”

He nodded and I turned the rest of the way toward him, folding my knee under myself. I slid my hand across the waist of his jeans until I felt that hard bulge again. It was different, touching him purposefully rather than by accident. With my fingertip, I traced the outline of his hard cock.

Drew groaned from deep in his throat and put his arm around me. I froze in place, waiting for him to pull me on top of him or to push my head down toward his cock, but he did neither. Instead, he rubbed my back through the thick material of the hoodie.

Gradually, I moved my finger again, and excitement filled me. Touching a man’s body while he wasn’t groping or pawing at me was a new experience. I flattened my hand, rubbing my whole palm against his hard length. God, it felt big. And if it felt that hot through the denim, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like without it.

Drew’s hips pushed up against my hand. I froze, waiting for him to go too far, but that’s all he did. I slid my fingers up to his waistband and found the button to his fly, seemingly pushed to its limits. “May I?”

“God, yes.”

His voice was thick and guttural, stirring something inside me. I worked the button open, but then I hesitated. He was so damn hard—would it hurt him if I undid the zipper?

“Go ahead,” he whispered, seeming to sense the reason for my hesitation.

With the utmost care, I eased the zipper over his bulk. He let out a deep, shuddery breath when it was all the way open. Now I felt hard steel under the soft fabric. He was wearing boxer briefs similar to the ones I’d spied on him last night.

His cock twitched when I stroked it. It expanded now that his jeans were open. I cupped my palm over it, and my hand didn’t cover all of it.

Drew’s hips shifted upward, and he dug his thumbs in the waistline of his jeans. “Is it okay if I?—?”

“Sure,” I breathed. Then a wry thought occurred. “Just don’t throw them into the fireplace.”

He chuckled, and I cherished the sound. When the cameras were rolling, like for the sex scene I’d shot with Aiden last year, it was all about intensity, passion, and build up. It was all fake, but there was no casual exploring. No mutual play. And definitely not shared laughter.

But with Drew, I wanted all those things.

His skin was warm against mine once his jeans were off. With gentle movements, he grasped my leg, hooking it over his thigh. “God, you feel good.” He stroked his hand up and down my heated skin. “So smooth. Do most women shave their legs during the winter? Not that I’m complaining.”

His touch felt amazing. “I don’t know, but I’ve shaved daily for the last fifteen years. Comes with the territory.”

Strong fingers raked across my skin. “I like your territory.”

I smiled, more than certain about what I wanted to say to him. “I want to play,” I said softly.

“Me, too,” he said. “But… play how?”

“I—I don’t know.” I watched his face, wondering if my admission would bring things to a halt, but he nodded.

“How about we figure it out together?”

“I’d like that.” It was such a relief to be with someone who understood. Of course, he wasn’t a mind reader. I knew that I needed to be brave about communicating, but trust was what had made this possible. And he hadn’t broken my trust yet.

He slid his hand behind me, circling my waist. “Do you want to sit on my lap again?”

It was tempting, since it had felt so good before. But with me in flimsy little panties and his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs, it felt like too much too soon.

“Maybe later,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he said instantly. “It’s not a very flat surface for you to sit on anyway.” He rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the rough way he treated it. Unlike me, there was nothing tentative in the way he touched himself.

“Do that again,” I breathed.

He didn’t hesitate. He fisted his cock through the soft material and groaned. “Do you mind if I take it out?”

“Please do.” After all this time, I was dying to see what it looked like.

Then he opened the slit of his boxers and his cock sprang free. I gasped at the size. “Can you show me how you…” I couldn’t quite finish my sentence, but he knew what I meant.

Shivers of excitement rocked through me as he fisted his cock. Did all guys do it that hard? That roughly? But I couldn’t look away. I’d never watched porn—I never thought I’d enjoy it, but I sure as hell was into the show Drew put on.

My hips ground against the cushions below me, and the muscles in my thigh tightened. Since it was still draped over his leg, he felt it. His arm tightened around me, stroking my side. It felt remarkably good, given that he’d tickled me there earlier. But I knew he wouldn’t suddenly do that now—at least, not without asking first.

Drew pressed his head against my shoulder. He groaned against the fabric of my hoodie. Then, to my surprise, he bit down, capturing the thick cloth in his teeth. “I wish this were mine, too, so I could ask you to return it.”

I wrapped my hand around his head, cradling it against me. “You can ask anyway,” I whispered.

“Sierra, would you?—”

“Yes.” Before I changed my mind, I pulled away from him and tugged the sweatshirt up and over my head along with the t-shirt I’d had on underneath.

My bra was a mixture of navy lace and mesh. It matched my panties. Even out here, in the middle of nowhere, old habits died hard.

I still shaved every day. I still wore expensive, matching underwear. The only daily habit I’d managed to shed was makeup.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Drew abandoned his cock and pulled me to him. His mouth was inches from mine, and I wanted to meet him halfway, but I just couldn’t. Kissing was one thing I had done a lot of—nearly all of it on film. And nearly all of it had been unpleasant.

I turned my head at the last second, and his lips touched my cheek. I stilled, waiting for him to ask me what the hell was going on or to tell me that I was ruining the mood, but all he did was pepper my jawline with kisses. My pulse sped up, and I flipped my hair to the side, giving him access to my neck.

God, he was good with his mouth. And teeth. And tongue. I moaned as he worked his magic on my neck. His hands were behind me, stroking up and down. Mine were on his back, too, but his skin wasn’t bare.

I tugged on his shirt and he straightened up, his hands flying across his buttons. Then the flannel was gone, and his ripped upper body was completely visible—and inches away from me. I reached out, tracing the valley between his eight-pack abs. I’d been around actors with incredible bodies, but I’d never been given the time to explore.

Drew placed his hand over mine, flattening my fingers against his abs. Then he slid my hand up, grasping my fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He kissed each one as my hips ground in circles.

His cock bobbed freely as he released my hand. “Can you touch yourself again?” I whispered.

Immediately, he fisted his cock, and blood pooled between my legs as I watched. “Why don’t you touch yourself, too?” Drew suggested.

I wanted to. I needed to. But I rarely touched myself that way, and I’d certainly never done it with anyone else watching. “I can’t,” I whispered.

Drew nodded, but he lifted his free hand, bringing it toward my chest, stopping when his hand was an inch away. “How about here?”

I nodded, sliding my hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts. His hand returned to his cock, but his eyes didn’t leave my chest.

The hungry look on his face inspired me, and I teased my nipples through the bra. Drew altered his strokes as he watched me, sometimes going quickly and other times making long, slow strokes.

I let my gaze wander over his massive biceps, and it gave me an idea. I slid my hand up and hooked one finger under my bra strap. Then I slid it down over my own, much smaller bicep, until it was almost at my elbow. Then I did it with the other side. Drew’s breath caught in his throat and his hand moved faster over his cock.

“Shit, Sierra, you are so hot.”

“Right back at you,” I said breathlessly. My heart was beating so quickly that my breasts practically bounced in my bra. “I wish…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish. At that moment, my main wish was that I could be someone else. A woman who wasn’t afraid to take all that Drew had to give.

Drew’s breath was ragged as his fingers flew over his cock. “ My wish is that you’d come with me.”

I slid my fingers over the front of my panties, feeling how my skin was underneath. Then I groaned in frustration. It was too much. Too intimate. Too bold. In other words, it wasn’t me. “I want to, but I just… can’t.”

“Then can I?” His voice was laced with need. “Just my fingers—I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”

A battle waged in my mind, but finally, I nodded.

Before I knew what was happening, Drew grabbed my waist and turned me around so that I was facing him, straddling his powerful thigh. I yelped, afraid he’d pull me onto his cock, but he didn’t. It had still been a sudden move, but to my surprise, I hadn’t freaked out, at least not completely. Trust made all the difference.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he whispered as he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. The closer he moved to my panties, the better it felt. I circled my hips, grinding against his powerful leg. God, it felt good. Then his fingers pressed against the gusset of my panties. For the first time, I realized how wet I was. I lifted my hips and Drew’s long finger slid under the fabric, along my slit.

God, it felt like I could come from just that. Clutching his shoulders tightly, I arched my back, practically thrusting my breasts in his face. He groaned as his hips thrusted upward.

“Stroke your cock again.” My voice was full of need.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he warned as he fisted himself again.

I pressed myself against his touch. “Take me with you,” I begged. His long fingers spread me open, his thumb brushing over my clit as his index finger slid backwards. He aligned it at my opening, and my hips bucked as I groaned.

A fingertip circled me… opened me… and pushed inside of me as I let out a shriek. My nails dug into his shoulders as he worked my clit and pumped his finger inside me.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

It was a roller coaster that had begun its final ascent, and it was too late to back out—not that I wanted to.

“Please,” I panted as I ground myself against his fingers. His thumb flicked back and forth across my clit as his finger found a spot inside me that made me cry out. He stroked his cock harder, and I knew he was close.

So was I.

“Please,” I begged again as my legs trembled. The pressure building up inside me made it hard to stay upright. “Please don’t stop.”

His hips lifted off the sofa and he stilled, his fist choking his cock, his expression frozen—but he didn’t stop moving his fingers in my folds.

My body stiffened, and I let go of his shoulders. My hands flew to my chest, and I shoved my bra down, cupping myself, offering my breasts to him. With a deep guttural groan, he stroked his cock hard, and it erupted. Warmth hit my skin and my muscles contracted around his fingers. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came.

My entire body trembled, and Drew continued working my clit, gasping as his own orgasm quaked through him.

Finally, it was too much, and I collapsed, my breasts pressed against his chest and my hands weakly clasping his huge biceps.

He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck as I tried to catch my breath. His finger slid out of me, and I felt empty, but so satisfied.

I couldn’t talk, I could barely breathe, but I could cling to him, and that’s what I did, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted so badly to turn my head and kiss him, but I just couldn’t.

Drew cradled me to his chest, stroking my back lightly. Then he exhaled loudly, his warm breath spreading across my skin as he half stood, repositioning himself and me as well.

We ended up lying on our sides on the sofa, a big spoon and a little spoon. My back was to his front, with his arms around me, his lips on my neck. Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t need to.

I felt warm, safe, and surprisingly sleepy.

And above all, I felt closer than I had to anyone in a really long time.

Possibly ever.