Page 21 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
“That’s sexy,” I say, my voice straining with need.
She smiles, then asks a question I’m totally not prepared for. “Will you show me how you touch yourself?”
For a second, I think it’s a joke. But then her eyes lock with mine, her mouth curling into a subtle but devious smile. Is she challenging me?
Fuck it. Let’s do this.
I dip my hand into my boxers, freeing my cock so she can see how hard I am for her. To my own surprise, my hand instantly finds its favorite spot, wrapped tight around my base. My grip is rough as it moves along my shaft in quick, efficient strokes.
She watches me closely, mirroring my speed with her fingers as they pinch and caress her sensitive nipples, causing soft moans to pour from her lips. Music to my fucking ears. When she stops, it’s only to pull me against her, sweeping her tongue over mine in quick, expert strokes while my hand keeps pumping, steady and insistent.
“I want my mouth on you,” she murmurs, kissing a path down my neck.
Just the words make my erection strain for her, but I know better than to let her try. I’d feel awful having her on her knees for me. She’d be there for over an hour, her poor jaw aching. I’m not selfish enough to let that happen.
“You don’t have to do that, gorgeous.”
But then she bats her eyes at me, like she’s the one asking me for a favor. “Please?”
Fuck. Who am I to tell her no?
I lean back into the pillows, my eyes transfixed on Penelope as she guides herself down, treating the broad tip of my cock to a light, warm kiss. A shiver rolls through me. It’s been so long since I’ve let anyone do this for me. It’s never worked. But there’s no one I’d rather try with.
Gently, she takes me into her mouth. Just the tip at first, then a few more inches at a time until her lips are wrapped tight around my base.
A shaky exhale slips from my lips. Holy hell, this girl is no slouch at this.
My thigh muscles tighten as she bobs her head, slowly at first, then matches the intensity of how I stroked myself. But this is better than anything my hand could ever dream of doing. This is fucking paradise.
“God, yes, Penelope.”
Not baby. Not sweetheart. Penelope. Like I want her to know that I know she’s the one doing this for me.
My fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her mouth against me again and again. I’m not one for casual sex, but nothing about this seems casual. It’s honest. Raw.
Her lips glide up and down my shaft in a perfect, steady rhythm, and before long, the familiar strain in my groin tells me I’m close.
“Fuck.” I groan, feeling her answering smile as I grunt out, “Gonna blow.”
I lift my hips, thrusting into her mouth as she tightens her lips against me, sucking and licking until I release into her. She swallows me down until I’m dizzy with something damn close to euphoria.
Holy fuck. No one has ever done that before.
When she resurfaces, Penelope pulls her lips into a proud smile. “Can’t get off from oral sex, huh?”
I chuckle and pull her close until she’s resting her head on my shoulder. She’s so adorable, all cozy and curled up against me. Meanwhile, my heart is trying to beat out of my chest, its version of thunderous applause for the performance she just gave.
“Never have before. I guess you’re just really good at that.” I sweep her honey-blond hair behind her ear, meeting her gaze. “Let me return the favor?”
I hate to move her from this spot, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get a taste of her after what she just did for me.
Her lips form a playful grin. “How can I say no to that?”
I help her out of her jeans, and without even being asked, she ditches the lacy black thong she has on underneath too. This woman has no shame about her body, nor should she. She’s fucking perfect. All smooth, creamy skin and thick, delicious thighs.
I ease myself down to the space between them, running my tongue through her heat. It earns me a gasp.
She’s reactive. I like that.
“So gorgeous,” I murmur against her thigh before parting her again.
She shivers and twitches with every stroke of my tongue, her throaty moans mixing with the crackling of the fire in the sweetest, sexiest symphony I’ve ever heard. It only gets better when she says my name.
“Fuck, Wolfie. So good.”
My lips stay locked on her sweet, swollen clit as I sink one finger into her, then add another, until she’s pulsing and panting toward her climax.
“Oh, Wolfie.” Her whines are desperate. “I’m so close.”
I hum against her in approval, and it does her in, her whole body tensing around my fingers and releasing in one slow, shaky sigh of pleasure.
