Page 37 of Rinkmates

But those damn lambs just keep transforming into Liora’s perfectly sculpted ass, causing me to let out a sigh. Fuck. Sheep-induced arousal is not something I ever thought I’d have to deal with.

Don’t fuck your roommate.

Don’t fuck this up, Riley.

All kinds of people are yelling in my brain right now, screaming at me for seeing her this way. But I’ve always wanted to fuck her. And I have several times in my mind before. Why stop now? I run my hands over my face.

My cock throbs against the tight fabric of my underpants.

I’ve fantasized about her countless times. Her lips pressed against mine, her clothes slipping off under my touch.

My cock is rock hard now, aching for release.

She’ll never find out. It’s only me and my hand.

I groan again and throw off my blanket in frustration as I slip my hand in my pants. She has no idea what I’m doing. She’s sleeping. Nothing will change if I imagine this one more fucking time.

In my mind her curves get closer and closer until they’re tangled up with me, until she sits on my face. I fist my cock and it twitches against my hand. Fuck, this feels good.

Without pausing to consider, I firmly grasp my cock and begin stroking it slowly at first, savoring the firm texture against my palm as I envision her hands gliding through my hair and down my chest while we kiss on my couch. In my mind, I didn’t return to my room. Instead, I fuck her right there as she lies before me. And she craves it. Enjoys it. Oh, she wants it so much. Wants me.

I just know her pussy would taste sweet like cotton candy.

I know my hands would greedily grab onto her plump ass cheeks.

Something primal escapes my lips.

Yeah. I just know her mouth would be so plush and needy against mine.

And when I come, I come so hard I have to promise myself to forget this naughty image of her. To straight up delete her out of my mental system and remind myself to do everything I can to never see her like this again.

It’s going to be six months. Fuck. It’s going to be a challenge.

I watchthe empty cereal box clatter into the trash can, remnants of Fruit Loop dust mocking me. She ate them. She fucking ate my cereal. The one thing I hid from her. She can have anything. Anything but my cereal.

I never thought I’d say it, but living with Liora has been the absolute worst.

I messed up, and she’s not giving me an inch of slack ever since. She’s even punishing me with emptying my cereal.

Fantasizing about her the other night caused an intense orgasm that left me wanting to shout from the rooftops. And then I couldn’t help but snap at her for sleeping on the couch. I know, I know. Major asshole move. But when I met her in the kitchen the next morning, I just panicked, as if she knew what I had been up to.

I thought it’d be better to make it clear she needs to stay in her room, locked away from me because, hell, I can’t getobsessed over her again. I just can’t. If we fuck, I’ll ruin it, and she’ll quit. It’s better to set boundaries, make it clear this has to be professional, and we both need to stay in our fucking rooms.

It’s been three days ever since, and I’ve managed to avoid her for the sake of my sanity. But now she’s crossed a line—not one Loop is left. It’s the one thing that keeps me grounded after a long day. I storm down the hall, not bothering to knock before I burst into her room.

“Did you seriously eat all my Fruit Loops? What the hell, Liora? ”

She looks up from her laptop, surprise flashing across her face before it’s replaced by irritation. I barely register that she’s on a video call before she snaps something in Hungarian and shuts the laptop.

She stomps toward me. “First of all, you don’t just barge into my room like some crazy maniac! Ever heard of knocking, genius? And second, you said I could have anything in the apartment. Did you forget that or what?”

“I meant furniture and stuff. Not my freaking cereal. I hid it for a reason!”

I throw up my hands, my frustration mounting. But it’s not just the cereal; it’s everything. It’s the way she’s always in my head, making my pulse race when she’s supposed to just…not.

Her eyes narrow, and there’s that dangerous spark again—the one that both infuriates and excites me. “I need that cereal. It keeps me grounded.”

“I’m sorry. Will you forgive me, Your Majesty? I had no idea your sacred cereal was off limits. Next time, I’ll make sure to consult the almighty Riley Huntington before I dare touch anything in this holy place!”

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