Page 52 of Run, Run, Roommates
Eva’s jaw drops open. “Did you two have sex?”
“Shhh! Oh my god, Eva.”
She laughs. I take a minute to shove my purse in the locker as I tell Eva the basics of how it went down. Actually, I tell her a lot about the scavenger hunt we did, and all of the sweet moments leading up to getting into bed together.
And then I tell her about starting my period yesterday.
Eva fans herself. “The only thing sexier than a man who gives you plenty of orgasms is a man who pampers his woman.”
We finish in the locker room and head out for the pre-shift meeting, but Eva’s words sit in my head all day. Marco takes care of the important people in his life, whether it’s his boss or his brother, and I have no doubt that he would treat me carefully.
After the lunch rush, Eva nudges me toward the bar. I look over and there Marco is, drinking a Diet Coke and scrolling on his phone.
“Hi,” I say. This time, instead of saying hello across the bar, I’ve come up behind him.
“Hey.” He turns, spinning on the barstool, and glances around before leaning in. “Am I allowed to kiss you at your job?”
“Please,” I say, and he stands to cup my face and press a kiss to my lips. “I’m almost done,” I say when he pulls back.
“I’ll be here,” he says.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re walking hand in hand back to our apartment. “Have you heard from Bea?” Marco asks.
I shake my head. “Not in a few days. I think she’s coming home tonight, though, right?”
“I think so too.” While we wait at a crosswalk, Marco pulls me in for a kiss. “How do you feel?”
“Fine. My feet and lower back are tired.”
“You know, I’ve heard that orgasms are good for period pain.” He raises an eyebrow.
The light changes and we step off the curb, Marco using our entwined hands to navigate us through the foot traffic. I like when he steers us like this. “How would that work, exactly?”
“What do you mean?” He studies me now that we’re on the sidewalk and in the flow of traffic again.
“How would you want to . . . do that? I mean, with like . . .” My face is overheating.
“I think what you’re asking me is how far I’m willing to go while you’re bleeding, right?”
“Yeah.”
Marco pulls me to the side, against a Christmas-themed shop display. Reindeer antlers seem to sprout from Marco’s head as he looks down at me. “I would do anything you wanted.” I start to protest, and he looks at me sternly. “Anything. Fingers, mouth, my dick. Whatever you want.”
“Mouth?” I echo.
Marco stares at me. “Is that a request for that particular act or a clarification?”
I shake my head. “Neither. I’m reminding myself that you’re a lot more experienced than I am and if you say you’d do that, then you’d do it.”
One side of his mouth tips up and he leans in even closer. “I definitely want to eat your pussy again when you’re ready.”
My eyelids involuntarily flutter and suddenly our hips are a lot closer than they were before. Marco moves our tangled hands behind my back to pull me closer and he kisses me hard, right there on the street.
When he pulls back, I’m breathing hard. “I want . . . I mean, that sounds like a bit much. But someday, yeah. I’d like that.” I swallow as Marco hums in excitement. “My period is usually heavy the first two days, so maybe you can use your fingers on the outside?”
Marco takes his free hand and cups between my legs. No one can see what he’s doing except for maybe the reindeer in the window. “Play with your clit?” He says it low and gravelly.
“Yes.”
