Chapter 17 #2
“There you are.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, his eyes a little glazed with satisfaction. “You are so goddamn stunning when you come for me. But I can stop there. We don’t need to go any further today.”
“Like hell we don’t.” Reaching forward, I wrap my small hand around his huge ass dick, and he sucks in a ragged breath. “I said I want you, Roz. I meant it.”
“There’s no going back after this, baby girl. Once I’m inside you, you’re mine.”
His words have both excitement and fear spiking in my blood. But guys say shit like that during sex all the time, right? That's a problem for future Annika.
“Fuck me, Roz. You can’t be the odd man out.”
His eyes narrow, and the muscles in his jaw clench. He’s always been a competitive bastard, especially where Owen and Carson are concerned. He’s playing right into my hand.
Lining himself up, I feel the press of his tip against my opening. “Better hold on tight then, baby girl. Cuz they don’t fuck like I do.”
I don’t get a chance to ask him what he means. He slams in, stealing the oxygen from my lungs.
“Breathe, Nik,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Such a good girl, taking me like you were made for my cock.”
I take a hard breath, my body on overload.
He pulls out, pumping in and out slightly before plunging back in.
I yelp, but he just bites my bottom lip, then sucks it into his mouth.
His hips continue to thrust into me over and over, creating pleasure so acute it borders on pain.
My entire body has gone taut, my release edging closer and closer.
“Jesus. You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I’m gonna come.” His wild eyes clash with mine. “Fuck. We didn’t get a condom, but I’m not sure I can—”
There’s something about his lack of control—so much so that he never even considered protection because he was just as lost in the moment as I was—that sets me off.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, slamming in balls deep and settling against me, his forehead hitting my shoulder as we lose ourselves at the same time.
My arms are shaking, and I’m barely holding myself up when gentle hands lift me, pulling me into his chest. We cling to each other, our bodies stuck in that post-orgasmic euphoria right in the middle of the kitchen.
Our chests are heaving, our bodies trembling.
I could stay like this, tangled up in him, forever.
“So… I guess I know what Roscoe had for breakfast.”
Roz and I pull apart just enough to see Carson leaning against the wall that leads into the room. He’s got a wide smile on his face as he takes in our currently illicit position. I bury my face into Roscoe’s neck, but there’s a giggle that bubbles up and breaks free.
“You’re an asshat. How about a bit of privacy?” Roz snaps.
“I’m not the one fucking our girl in the middle of the kitchen. Though I can’t say I don’t see the appeal.”
“Sorry about him, baby girl.” Ignoring the smug man unabashedly staring at us, Roz picks me up from the counter and walks toward my bedroom, still inside me the whole way. “Let’s get you some new clothes.”
“I can see your ass, you know,” Carson points out as we walk by. “It ain’t as pretty as hers, that’s for damn sure.”
“Eat shit,” Roz barks.
Carson just laughs, and I can’t help but join in. Entering my room, Roscoe shuts the door behind us. When he looks down at me, there’s worry creasing his brow.
“Hey, it’s okay, big guy.”
“I should’ve been more considerate of where we were. I—”
I kiss him to silence his words. His fingers tighten on my ass, incidentally shifting me up a bit. He’s only semi-hard, but when the motion makes him slide in a little deeper, it feels incredible.
“Fuck. You’re gonna kill me.” He tenderly brushes his lips against mine. “But I’ll die a happy man.”
Slowly, he pulls out and sets me down on my feet. He fixes his shorts, staring at the spot where his cum is dripping down my inner thigh.
“I’m sorry for that too, but damn…” His fingers rub along his lips. “That’s fucking hot.”
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
“Good, because now that I’ve seen that,” he points to the mess he made, “I sure as hell wanna see a lot more of it. But that will have to wait.” With a sigh, he turns around, heading for the door.
Before he opens it, he glances over his shoulder.
“If I don’t go right now, I won’t be letting you leave this room, and I have class in twenty.
Be a good girl today, and I’ll see you later tonight. ”
Then he’s gone, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the bedroom floor.
Part of me wants to call him back in. The more rational part knows I have a store to open.
Doing the responsible thing, I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I can still feel his hands and lips on me.
The stretch of his dick as it impaled me.
“Fucking hell, Nik. Pull yourself together. You are not some nympho. You can behave like a grown woman and keep your pants on for a few hours.”
The devil on my shoulder replies, But after that, all bets are off.