Page 44 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
It’s a new feeling for me.
Then she reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, and my heart rate triples.
“Can I touch you?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I manage to say, my voice tight.
I kiss her throat as her hands work inside my boxer briefs. I can’t stop kissing her, wanting her so badly, I can hardly think straight.
This moment feels so much bigger than it should, like it means something, but I can’t help myself. It does. It means the world to me. And if I’m only going to spend tonight pretending this beautiful girl is mine, then I’m going to make the most of it.
She stills unexpectedly. “Wait.”
Her expression is slightly worried, and I have no idea what could suddenly have her on edge.
“Should I get a condom?” She bites her bottom lip, looking unsure. “I don’t want to assume, but I . . .”
“I want to be inside you,” I say darkly. It’s an offer and an admission, the only thing I’ve been able to think about since I parked my car outside her apartment.
With a small smile, she helps me out of my jeans, my already stiff cock springing free into her palm. She strokes me slowly, all the way down and then back up as a hot breath shudders in my chest. Then Penelope leans to her bedside table and I hear the crinkle of foil. I take the condom and cover myself, and then she’s straddling me, teasing the sensitive head by nudging it against her heat. I choke out another gasp.
Before she can continue her maddening cock tease, I roll us over, caging her in with my body so that she’s underneath me.
When I push my hips forward, my length slides against her hot flesh, and we let out a simultaneous groan. I rock forward, my cock sliding along her center, drawing lazy circles against her swollen clit.
“Wolfie.”
Penelope gasps, her eyes widening as her hands clamber to find their grip on my shoulders. But before she can get another word out, I tilt my hips, sinking into the tightest, most perfect heat I’ve ever felt.
With our eyes locked, our lips just a breath apart, I give her another inch, then another, testing her limits. Her eyes widen, her grip tightening on my back.
“So deep,” she whispers, and I groan in agreement.
She’s so small, I’m worried I may break her if I give her all of me. But not a moment later, she’s proving me wrong, tugging my shoulders against her until I’m buried within her. I groan, kissing the hollow part of her neck where her collarbone meets her shoulder.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That okay?”
Her eyes open and meet mine, hooded and filled with pleasure. “It’s perfect. You feel amazing.”
“So do you,” I say, my voice tight and raspy.
Pleasure rips through me, racing down my spine. I’m drunk off her. Every sensation is new and different, but is also comforting and familiar in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I know tonight is different. Penelope is different. I don’t have to feel shame and guilt and flee five minutes after I’ve come.
We work our way into a slow, steady rhythm. I don’t want to rush through this. It’s a big moment, one I’ve been waiting a long time for. Maybe my entire life.
We move together, my hips grinding against hers with every thrust, the melody of her moans punctuated with little needy noises. I capture them in my lips, kissing her again and again as my pulse riots.
Fuck, I’m close.
“Wolfie,” she says on a low moan, her muscles tensing around me.
She’s close too. I can feel it.
Penelope’s body is humming beneath mine, every inch of her pulsing with the most irresistible heat. It’s perfect, but it’s nothing compared to the look on her face. Her full, pouty lips part as she drags in uneven breaths, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust.
“Wolfie, please, I—”
When I bring one hand between us and touch her clit, whatever she was going to say is replaced with a quick, desperate gasp, accompanied by the feeling of her tightening around me.
Fuck, I’m gonna explode right with her.
With one final moan, Penelope digs her fingernails into my back, hanging on for dear life as I pump into her, unloading in hot, fast spurts just as she comes undone.
We fall back together in a breathless heap on her bed.18* * *PENELOPE“Happy birthday, dear Connor. Happy birthday to youuu!”
The flickering firelight of twenty-nine candles dances across my brother’s cheeks as our very off-key singing echoes through his kitchen, then fades into a wild round of applause.
“Make a wish, old man!” Hayes shouts, lifting his beer before tipping back whatever’s left in the bottle. “You’re not getting any younger!”
“But I’m getting hungrier,” Caleb shouts. “And I’m gonna eat that cake with my bare hands if you don’t hurry up, swear to God!”
