Page 58 of Resisting my Roommate

All the ways he owned me.

As my muscles tighten, my body on the precipice of coming undone once more, I match his movements, thrust for thrust. When he slides his hand between our bodies and rubs my clit, I’m a slave to his touch. An even more intense orgasm bursts inside of me, my cries echoing around us.

“You have no idea how damn good that feels, Abbey. Your pussy clenching around me. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t…”

He frames my face with his hands, not letting me escape him. Not letting me escape this.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

I’m not sure how to take his words. Does he mean in bed? Or in general? So I give him the only answer I can.

“I don’t know. But why don’t you show me?”

He responds with a primal growl, increasing his speed and intensity until I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensation, each thrust more punishing and desperate. When I’m confident he’s going to break me in two, a roar rips through the space, and he jerks through his own release before collapsing on top of me.

Neither one of us moves or says anything for several long moments as we remain a tangled mess of arms and legs. Jude’s breaths come in deep, heavy puffs as he tries to regain control.

Finally, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my nose. “Be right back.”

He carefully extricates himself from me and disappears into the en-suite.

Hoping to avoid the awkward situation of him asking me to leave so he can sleep alone, I climb out of his bed and gather my scattered clothing. Just as I’m about to slip on panties, he reappears.

“Where are you going?” he asks with a furrowed brow.

I shrug awkwardly. “Figured you’d want your space.”

I start to get dressed, but before I can, he closes the distance between us and grabs my wrist, yanking me against him.

“What I want is to be able to touch you whenever I please throughout the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. We don’t?—”

“I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t,” he interrupts firmly, forcing my eyes to his so I have no choice but to see the sincerity within. “Spend the night with me, Abbey.”

I hesitate, contemplating all the reasons this is a bad idea. But if this is the only night I’ll have with him, may as well make it count.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, walking me back to the bed. Once I’m settled under the duvet, he climbs in behind me and wraps me in his embrace.

“I guess you did it,” I remark after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“What’s that?” he hums sleepily.

“You achieved your goal.”

He chuckles, nipping at my shoulder blades. “I did.” He forces me onto my back. “But I’m a bit of an overachiever. I’d like to see if I can surpass my goal.”

“Is that right?”

“That’s right.” He runs a hand down my stomach and past my waist, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation.

“In that case,” I begin breathlessly. “I’ll help you any way I can.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Then he slides a finger back inside me, sending pinpricks of pleasure through my body once more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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