Page 37 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
“First, I’d strip you naked,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Then I’d suck on those pretty little nipples, lick and tug on them with hot, wet suction until you were squirming.”
She makes that needy whimpering sound again, and it sends a holt of heat straight to my balls. Damn.
“Then I’d touch your pussy, rub your clit softly, just to tease . . . just to make sure you were wet for me.” My voice is a husky rasp, barely above a whisper, but Penelope’s eyes are glued to mine. I wish like anything my hand really was in her panties right now, rubbing slow circles that made her eyes sink closed.
“What else?” she murmurs.
I press a kiss to her neck. “I’d play with your pussy for a while. Make sure you were soaking wet for me . . . about to come . . . just from me rubbing your clit.” Her lips part and she draws in a quick breath. “Then I’d sink my cock inside your perfect, tight pussy and start pounding hard . . . I wouldn’t hold back, sweetheart. You’d have to take all of me.”
“I could take all of you,” she whispers, her voice ragged.
I tilt my head, giving her a hard look. “But could you keep quiet for me? While my thick cock is filling you?”
She licks her lips but doesn’t answer.
“I can go for a long time,” I remind her.
She nods once, meeting my eyes, likely remembering what I’d told her before . . . that it takes me a long time to come. Although, right now I doubt that would be true. If she so much as wrapped me in her fist and gave my cock a few tugs, I’d embarrass myself and jizz all over her hand.
“I’d take it all,” she says softly, encouragingly, her eyes pleading with mine.
“That’s good. Because I’d want to fill you, claim that pussy. And I’d keep hammering it until you came all over my dick.”
She whimpers again, and the sound rips through me. The mental image jumps into my head of her on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking off all of her sweet cream. I force in a sharp inhale and try to cool myself down.
I didn’t even know this side of myself existed. This dirty-talking, sex-forward fuckboy. But Penelope seems into it. And everything I’ve said is true. I do want her right now. I’d fuck her hard and fast . . . or slow and deep . . . whichever she wanted.
I’m this close to grabbing her and just saying fuck it. Who cares if Connor’s bed is on the other side of this wall?
Thankfully, cooler thoughts prevail.
We can’t. Not like this.
With one final kiss to her lips, I take her hand and tug her from the bed. I adjust my cock inside my boxer briefs, since walking is a little difficult at the moment, and escort her to the door. “But none of that can happen tonight.”
She’s glassy-eyed, flushed with arousal, but she nods. “You suck.”
“Good things come to those who wait.” I press one last kiss to her forehead.
“Good night, Wolfie.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
When I open the door, she tiptoes from my room and back down the hall into the darkened living room.
I stand there at the door, even after she’s gone, and squeeze my eyes closed.
When I crawl back into my bed, I can still smell her shampoo on my pillow. I close my eyes and inhale as my right hand slips under the elastic of my boxer briefs. I’m as hard as a fucking fence post, and as I run my hand up and down my cock, I draw a shaky breath as pleasure washes over me.
I wonder if Penelope is doing the same thing on the couch. Maybe she’s rubbing her clit like I wanted to . . . or maybe she’s sinking her fingers into her warmth beneath the blankets. The thought only makes me harder. My fist moves in short, efficient strokes, and I clench my jaw as blinding pleasure riots through every cell in my body. It’s not long before I come all over my stomach.
Fuck.
I’m breathing hard and my heart is beating out of control when I grab a wad of tissues to clean myself up with.
I have no idea what the hell just happened, but it’s time to face reality. This isn’t just about sex anymore. Things between Penelope and me are evolving. I find myself opening up to her in ways I haven’t with anyone else before. Wanting things I’ve never wanted before.
It’s a dangerous situation to be in—with my roommate’s sister, of all people. But it doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it used to.15* * *WOLFIEAfter trudging up the steps, I enter a small office. The receptionist asks my name and then waves me on through the door at the far end of the room.
