10. Miles
10
MILES
“C an’t believe you used your dog as an excuse,” Brooke laughs as I swipe the keycard at the door.
“Think they suspected anything?”
“Nova did,” she answers as we step inside.
Waffles yips at us.
When I got back from our road trip, I was disappointed she wasn’t at the condo when I walked in.
All I could think about before was getting my hands on her. Back at Clay’s in that dark room, it was just her and me and a pile of need that’s been building up for what feels like a lifetime.
But now that we’re here in this place where we’re also roommates, it feels different.
"Want a drink?" I ask, already moving toward the kitchen. Familiar rhythms start to take over.
“Like a coffee?” She smiles.
“Told you my work was elite. But tonight, I was thinking something more grown up.”
I pour us each a glass of whiskey, no ice. We stand in the kitchen, close enough to touch, but not touching.
Her clothing is tidily back in place, but her lips are swollen from mine.
Our eyes meet, and there’s desire and anticipation mirrored back at me.
"Hi, Roomie," Brooke murmurs.
"Hi," I answer.
She pivots to face away from me, glancing over her shoulder. “You only a scorer or can I get an assist?”
I blink before realizing she wants help with her zipper.
The distance between us evaporates in a heartbeat. It’s fine work with my big hands, but I’m tugging down, not hard enough to break the dress.
When it’s all the way open, she pushes it down her hips and turns back around.
The bra, if you can call it that, is light blue. It cups her breasts and fits tightly down her ribs, ending above her navel. The matching thong rides high on her hips.
Fuck .
She’s every wet dream I’ve ever had.
“Thought you said you hated it?” she prompts, teasing.
“It’s got to go. But…”
“But?”
“Not yet.”
And then we're kissing.
Our hands roam each other's bodies. Her tits fill my palms through the bra, her little moans making me harder than I’ve ever been.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say against her mouth.
We stumble to the couch and fumble with our clothes. She shoves impatiently at my shirt, trying to drag it over my head. I bend to help.
I’m desperate to feel every inch of her. I grab her ass in my hands, pulling back to admire the way her tits spill out of the fabric.
I shift her up on the arm of the sofa, stepping between her legs as she works off my jeans.
“Day you moved in, I took one look at your shoe collection and pictured all of it on my floor.”
Her low laugh strokes down my spine. “Instead you put them in your closet. What a good boy.”
My pants are gone, my shorts too. My cock hits my stomach as she shoves away the last of my clothing. Our breaths are ragged and heavy, the only sound in the room. Her lips cling to mine as if I’m all she needs.
I stroke up the inside of her thigh, my fingers pressing against the fabric of her thong. “You’ll be calling me something else in a minute.”
I slip a finger under the panel. She’s soaking wet, and knowing how turned on she is only makes this hotter.
I lift her by her hips and carry her to my bedroom, hitting the dimmer on the way so I we’re not in darkness, because I sure as hell want to see what’s about to happen.
I set her on the duvet and admire her. Her dark hair splays out in curls. Her skin glints softly in the low light. Her breasts are full and perky, her thighs curved and strong.
“Have I told you that your tits are impeccable?”
“I’d rather you showed me.” She reaches behind her to unhook the bra, taking a moment because there must be a dozen hooks.
Then she tosses it off the bed.
“Fuck,” I groan as I bend over her and lower my mouth to her breast.
She arches against me and I give it the attention it deserves before switching to the other side. I can’t get enough of her, of the way she responds to me.
But it’s not enough. There’s so much more I want to give her, to show her.
I drag off her thong and part her legs. “Wider.”
She hooks a hand around each knee and puts herself on display.
“Don’t fucking move.” I press a hand against each of her thighs to hold her there as I bend over her.
I lick her, one slow stroke, then another, until she’s writhing and moaning.
Brooke wraps her legs around me, then her lips are trailing down my chest, her tongue playing with my nipple. "I want you inside me.”
I groan, my hands sliding up her thighs, feeling her heat.
I reach for the box of condoms on the table and retrieve one packet.
Brooke grabs the condom out of my hand, glancing at the label. “And here I figured you kept the XL ones purely to intimidate your roommate’s dates.”
I grin. “They’re not just for show.”
She rolls it on me, giving an extra squeeze at my base.
I grip her hips, pulling her down onto my cock. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise at the feeling. When I thrust up into her, our bodies move together. Brooke moans, her head falling back, her hair cascading around her face.
My hands cup her face, and I kiss her. She responds, her hands gripping my biceps as we move together.
Our lips never leave each other. Sweat drips down our bodies as we move faster, our breathing ragged. Brooke's legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper into her.
I feel her tightening around me, her moans coming every time I sink inside her.
I thrust harder, my own release building.
It takes everything in me to slow down, to make my strokes more shallow.
“What are you doing?” she pants.
“Trying…to hold off…”
Her low chuckle reverberates through her, and me. “That’s cute. How’s that working out?”
My teeth grind together as her lips brush my chest.
I slide a hand between us and pinch her clit between my fingers. “You tell me.”
She cries out. Then shudders around me as she reaches her climax.
Thank fuck.
I stroke into her deeper, harder, faster. My hips buck as I spill into her.
We collapse onto the bed, our hearts pounding. My body is still trembling, but a sense of peace and contentment has settled over me. We lie there, sweaty and spent, our bodies entwined, the only sounds in the room our ragged breaths.
Brooke starts to roll off me.
“Where are you going, Princess?” I grunt, not waiting for a response before I pull her close.
She squirms in protest. “You can’t hold me hostage.”
“You liked how I was holding you a second ago.”
I feel her huff of breath as much as I hear it. “You’re bossy as hell, Garrett.”
I lock my arms around her and smile into her neck until I fall asleep.