Page 41 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
To. His. Knees.
One large hand slid up my leg, fingers grazing the inside of my thigh with maddening restraint. The other pressed firmly against my lower back, keeping me right where he wanted me.
His mouth hovered just above my skin, his breath a tease.
“This what you wanted, Chaos?” he murmured, eyes dark and locked on mine. “Me on my knees for you?”
I couldn’t speak. Not when his mouth pressed against me through the thin fabric of my panties. He mouthed a slow kiss right over where I ached for him, and my hips jerked forward instinctively.
“Austin—”
He looked up, eyes dark and dangerous. “Say my name like that again and I’ll take my time.”
I swallowed hard. “Austin.”
He smirked. “Good. I hope you’re ready to take it.”
He hooked his fingers into my underwear and dragged them down slowly, kissing the inside of my thighs as he went. Then he spread my legs wider and leaned in—tongue flicking, teasing, then flattening with devastating precision.
My head fell back as a moan ripped from my throat.
He held my hips steady, his mouth relentless, his tongue drawing circles that sent shockwaves through my whole body. Every flick, every stroke, felt calculated. Clinical. Like he wasstudyingthe way I unraveled for him.
I dug my fingers into his hair and rocked against his mouth, shameless now, chasing the sharp edge he kept me hovering near.
“You’re unreal,” I gasped. “Oh my god?—”
He hummed in agreement, the vibration nearly undoing me.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistened, his eyes heavy with heat. He stood, kissing me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips. Then he flipped me gently, pressing my chest to the counter.
His body lined up behind mine, cock dragging slow and deliberate along my entrance.
“You ready to let go for me?” he asked, voice low, rough against my ear.
I shivered, breath catching. “completely.”
His hands gripped my hips. His voice dropped lower. “Good. Because right now, you’re mine.”
He thrust into me in one smooth, devastating stroke—deep and slow andutterly consuming—like he wasn’t just claiming my body, but every thought in my head.
I moaned—loud, unfiltered—as he filled me completely. One hand gripped my hip. The other reached forward to toy with my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with practiced intensity.
He didn’t hold back.
Every sound of skin against skin, every broken gasp, everyyes, yes, yesfrom my lips—it all blended into the kind of chaos I never wanted to control.
He leaned over me, breath hot against my ear.
“Come for me, Kate.”
And I did—shattering around him, every muscle tightening as he followed with a sharp curse and a final thrust that left us both trembling.
We stayed there, breathless. Foreheads damp. Skin sticky. Hearts racing.
“You’re dangerous,” I murmured.
He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”
