RoomHate

  He was getting turned on thinking about me, and I was getting really turned on thinking about him getting turned on thinking about me.

  I cleared my throat. “What are you going to be?”

  Winking, he said, “It’s a surprise.”

  We had about an hour before the trick or treaters were set to start arriving. Justin hung the orange lights along the window and put some lit carved pumpkins outside along the steps. He dimmed the main lights in the house and lit candles. It was a cross between spooky, romantic and cozy.

  “Living in the city, I really missed Halloween,” he said, ripping open bags and filling the bowl with candy. “You don’t get trick or treaters at the apartment.”

  I smiled inwardly, noticing he’d bought extra of my favorite candy bars from when we were kids, Almond Joy.

  “I’m gonna go upstairs and get Bea dressed, get into my costume, too,” I said.

  “Alright. I’ll go change after you.”

  Upstairs, I slipped into the slinky black outfit which looked like it could have been spray painted onto my body. Placing the mask on, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was pretty damn sexy, actually. It was no wonder why he’d chosen it. My own knee-high black leather stiletto boots completed the look. Bea was standing in the crib looking amused at seeing her mommy in this getup.

  After getting her into the furry bumblebee costume, we returned downstairs.

  Justin’s eyes popped as he looked me up and down. “Wow. Look at you. I definitely picked the right costume.”

  “Not very scary. More sexy.”

  “Well, you’re scaring me stiff.” He wriggled his brows before taking Bea from me and kissing her on the cheek. “You are officially a bumblebee now, Bumblebee.” Carrying her over to the window, he said. “Look at the lights, Bea. I put them up for you.” He’d gone off with her, his voice no longer audible as he whispered in her ear while showing her the decorations. He took her outside to look at the carved pumpkins.

  I just stood back and watched them, wondering when exactly we’d become a little family. Was there an exact moment when we had crossed over? As much as I wanted to deny it as a self-protective mechanism, the past four months with Justin had felt more like a family experience than anything else in my entire life ever had. Scary or not, it had happened—both of us unable to admit it to each other. It had just evolved naturally without discussion. But while Bea was my entire life for at least the next eighteen years, was Justin only temporarily playing house? That remained to be seen.

  Justin walked over and handed her to me. “I’m gonna go change. Be right back.”

  The first group of trick or treaters arrived before Justin returned. Carrying Bea in one arm, I grabbed the large bowl and headed to the door to give out the candy.

  As I was waving them off, I felt the warmth of his body behind me.

  “I’m back.”

  When I turned around, the sight of him nearly knocked the wind out of me. Justin was dressed in all black. He was supposed to be a SWAT team officer. A short sleeve black shirt displayed his muscular arms. A black vest with the words SWAT in white covered the shirt. He was wearing sleek black pants and heavy combat boots. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

  “Oh my…” My body was burning up beneath my tight spandex getup.

  “You like it?”

  “Yeah…I love it.”

  “They didn’t have a ton of costumes left in my size. It was either this or a clown. I didn’t want to scare Bea.”

  “This was…yeah…a very good call.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” he whispered close to my neck.

  We only got a few trick or treaters, but it was still exciting anytime anyone knocked on the door. I was grateful that Roger was out in Irvine visiting his daughter, so that I didn’t have to deal with any potential awkwardness between him and Justin. If Roger were home, he might have stopped in to say hello. We hadn’t gone out again since the jazz festival. Things between Justin and me had evolved a bit since then.

  It was almost time to call lights out. Cheri from next door had stopped in to see Bea in her costume. As I lingered at the door after saying goodbye to her, I looked over at Justin and Bea in the kitchen. As I watched him rocking her to sleep, a realization hit me. Whether I avoided a sexual relationship with him or not, my heart was already invested. In my mind, he belonged to me. So avoiding him physically out of fear just meant that I was missing out on something I desperately needed and wanted. Whether we had sex or not, if he left, I’d be just as devastated. Looking over at him in that sexy as hell SWAT uniform, I just knew I couldn’t let fear prevent me from experiencing it any longer.

  I walked over to the both of them and kissed Bea’s head softly. When I looked up at him, he was already looking down at me with an intensity that almost seemed as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking just seconds earlier. He cupped my entire face in his hand and pulled me firmly into his lips. It was the first time we’d kissed since the moment right before my date with Roger. This kiss was different than that one; it was tender.

  My whole body felt limp as he spoke gruffly over my lips, “Why don’t you put her to bed.”

  I simply nodded. My legs felt wobbly as I walked up the stairs. In my room, I carefully removed Bea from her costume so as not to wake her and placed her in the crib.

  As I took off my Catwoman leotard, I stared over at the Adam and Eve bag taunting me on the bureau.

  Should I?

  I thought about his admission that he’d fantasized about me in it and decided to shock him by putting it on. I placed the sheer material over my head. My swollen breasts were completely exposed with only the red crosses barely covering my nipples. It seriously looked obscenely hot; he was going to freak.

  Slipping my own red thong on, I was already wet just thinking about his reaction. Tonight, I was going to be able to touch him, taste him, do all of the things I’d dreamt about. Goosebumps covered my entire body as I tiptoed down the hall.

  His door was halfway open while he stood shirtless looking out the window as the moonlight shined on his gorgeous silhouette. Justin had been waiting for me.

  He’d kept the black trousers on from the SWAT getup. They hugged his round ass so perfectly that my mouth watered from the urge to bite it. I’d admired his beautiful body like this so many times before from afar, yet I knew this time was different.

  “Hi,” I said, prompting him to turn around.

  As he took me in from top to bottom, Justin’s breath hitched, his hungry eyes soaking in every inch of me. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath. “Holy shit. You’re wearing it.”

  He slowly approached then took my face in both of his palms. I was shivering with need. He slid his hands down then traced his index finger down my neck, over my breasts and stopped at my navel. His eyes looked like he was in a trance as he examined every inch of my body, which was completely exposed through the sheer fabric.

  He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the same look of awe remained on his face. It was as if he hadn’t expected to still see me standing there. “No one’s ever compared to you, Amelia. You have to know that.” My heart felt like it was going to combust upon hearing him say that.

  Then, he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hands around my waist as he pushed me into him, kissing my navel and swirling his tongue slowly over my stomach. He lowered his mouth in soft kisses, stopping between my legs.

  Slipping his hand into the back of my thong, he roughly gripped the material before sliding it slowly down my legs. As he stood up with my underwear in his hand, he said, “Fuck. They’re drenched.” He slowly sniffed them and let out a long breath before shaking his head slowly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pointed down to his crotch. “Look at me.” His pants could barely contain him, his cock was so swollen it seriously looked like it could puncture the material. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything. I’ve dreamt of this moment for what feels like
my whole life. I never thought it would happen. I want to savor it.”

  He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Sitting down on the edge, he lifted me onto him. My knees were wrapped around his thighs, and my bare pussy was straddling his erection over the material of his pants. His eyes were hazy as he looked up at me. “Tell me what your deepest, darkest fantasy is. I want to make it come true tonight.” When I hesitated, he said, “Let’s play a little. Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid; nothing is off limits. Anything you want.”

  I knew exactly what I wanted, what I’d been fantasizing about almost every single time I’d masturbated since last summer.

  “I want you to stroke yourself like you were doing the day I was watching you, except this time I want it to be while you’re looking at me. I want to see how much you want me.”

  His lips curled into a smile. “I have a fucked up confession.”

  “What?”

  “I was thinking of you that day. When you appeared at my door, for a split second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, thought I was imagining you at first.”

  “Really?”

  “I haven’t been able to picture much else for a long time.” He pushed my body into him. “So, your fantasy is to watch me jerk off to you, naughty girl?”

  I swallowed. “Yes.”

  “That can be arranged. Three conditions though…”

  “Okay.”

  “One…you’ll strip down completely naked for me.”

  “Alright.”

  “Two…you’ll help me.”

  “Alright. And three?”

  “It ends with me inside of you. I need to fuck you tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”

  No longer able to form coherent words, I simply nodded and waited for direction as he moved his body back against the headboard.

  He slid his hand down over his crotch and began to rub his cock slowly and firmly through his pants. “You have the most amazing tits, Amelia. Take that off so I can see them.”

  My breasts were tingling, so turned on by his demanding tone. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right now. Sitting atop his lower legs, I slipped down my spaghetti straps. The material fell down but not completely off of my chest, offering him only a partial view.

  “Such a tease,” he gritted his teeth and clutched his dick harder. “Take it off.”

  Lifting the material over my head, I tossed it aside. Suddenly stark naked in front of him, I instinctually covered my breasts for a moment.

  “Don’t you dare,” he warned with a sly smile. “I need to see all of you.”

  Justin slowly unzipped his pants, and his fully hard cock sprung out. He wrapped his fist around it and began to slowly pump it up and down as he looked up at me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

  “This is what you wanted?” he whispered as he jerked himself hard while his eyes travelled over every inch of me.

  I nodded as wetness trickled down my thigh.

  He spoke between labored breaths. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

  I grinded against him, turned on beyond belief by the way he was looking at me along with his words.

  “I can feel how wet you are against my legs. Keep rubbing yourself on me like that. I want to be covered in you,” he said as he stroked himself harder.

  I rocked against his legs and licked my fingertips, circling them around my nipples before squeezing my breasts together.

  “Shit. Keep doing that.”

  He was covered in precum shaft to tip. Knowing that it was me that caused his arousal was so damn exciting.

  He stopped and lay back to catch his breath for a moment then simply said, “Now, you touch me.”

  I thought he’d never ask. Reaching over, I wrapped my fingers around his thick girth, which was so hot and wet in my hands. It felt incredible to touch him. I jerked him slowly at first then moved faster, absolutely loving the feel of his precum all over my hand. Wanting so badly to taste him, I stopped to lick my palm as he watched every movement of my tongue. Then, I swallowed as he watched me intently.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. When I started to lower my mouth down onto him to lick the fresh bead of moisture on his tip, he stopped me. “Don’t do that. Not yet. I’ll come in two seconds, and I want this to last.”

  “Okay.” I smiled as I continued to stroke his cock, enjoying the moans escaping from him as he tried hard to control himself.

  He eventually placed his hand over mine to stop me and said, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste you.” He suddenly slid his body down under me, lifting me effortlessly over his mouth. I gasped, unsuspecting of the sudden sensation as he voraciously licked and sucked, alternating between penetrating me with his tongue and lapping over my clit. He held onto my hips as he guided me over his mouth, his stifled sounds of pleasure vibrating through my core. He devoured me unapologetically and roughly. It was the most unbelievable sensation I’d ever experienced.

  When Justin sensed me losing control, he stopped. “As much as I’m dying for you to come on my face, I want us to come together with me inside of you.” He slid back and kneeled above me. His cock was so unbelievably engorged. He continued jerking himself as he looked down at me into my eyes. He suddenly took my face and began to just kiss me deeply. He pushed his weight down onto me as I landed on my back. His slick cock rubbed against my stomach as he kissed me with everything he had in him.

  “Why the fuck did we wait so long?” he said against my lips. I shook my head and pulled his hair, egging him on to kiss me harder, unable to get enough of his taste.

  It felt like I was going to die if he didn’t enter me soon. Intuitively, Justin pulled away from me and reached over to the bedside table. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper as he ripped the condom package open with his teeth. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, Amelia. I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I make you come. You ready?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I nodded in affirmation. “God, yes.”

  As Justin slid the condom on effortlessly, Bea’s frantic cry could be heard in distance, coming from down the hall.

  We both froze, me with my legs wide open ready to receive him and Justin with his hand on his dick.

  No.

  No.

  Please no!

  NOT. NOW.

  We both continued to stay still as if somehow not moving would just make it stop. That was just wishful thinking. When it became evident that we weren’t going to get that lucky, Justin got up and slipped his underwear and pants back on. “I’ll go check on her. Maybe she just needs to be changed.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Stay right where you are…spread eagle. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

  Justin stopped into the bathroom to wash his hands before venturing down the hall.

  Too worked up to argue in my stark naked state, I waited impatiently for him to return.

  After a couple of minutes, I could hear his voice from down the hall. “Amelia!”

  I jumped up. “Is everything okay?”

  “She’s fine, but I need your help.”

  I ransacked Justin’s drawer for something to throw on then slipped one of his white t-shirts over my head before running down the hall.

  As soon as I entered the room, what smelled like a poop explosion fogged the air. Justin was holding Bea out away from him with both hands as he said, “We have a hazmat situation. She’s covered in shit…got it all the way up to the back of her neck.”

  Bea started to laugh, prompting Justin to say, “You think this is funny? How do you shit all the way up to your head anyway? That’s a special talent, Bumblebee.”

  She giggled again, and we both couldn’t help cracking up right along with her despite the mini-disaster.

  Once I calmed down, I said, “Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Just stay holding her. I’m gonna get a plastic bag for her clothes and clean her as best I can with wipes. Then, we’ll ta
ke her to the tub.”

  Justin continued to hold Bea while I cleaned her off. He was making me laugh while he spoke to her. “No wonder why you’re smiling. I bet you feel real good now, don’t you, Bumblebee? I’m gonna call the Guinness Book of World Records tomorrow and report the biggest dump ever on record.”

  Even though I knew she couldn’t really understand what he was saying, she responded to him as if she could. It didn’t matter what he was saying, she just thought he was the most amusing thing in the world.

  I ended up just throwing her clothing in the downstairs trash while Justin stayed upstairs holding her out in the same position.

  We took her to the bathroom and plopped her in the tub, using the removable shower head to hose her down in an extra sudsy bath. She smelled like heaven once we were done. She was wrapped in a warm towel as Justin cradled her while I dried her feet.

  He looked at me. “How did we go from what was going on in the other room to this?”

  I kissed her toes. “Sort of the story of my life.”

  “She’s wide awake now, you know.”

  “Well, that just figures. I think I should go feed her,” I said.

  “Yeah. I’d be surprised if there was anything left in her stomach after that.”

  Justin followed me back to my room and lay his head on my shoulder while I nursed Bea. It was the first time I hadn’t bothered to cover myself in front of him. The three of us ended up falling asleep together in my bed.

  Even though there was no sex that evening, it was still one of the most memorable nights of my life, not just because of all that happened, but because the next day, everything would change.

  CHAPTER 17

  Justin was still sleeping while I made coffee in the kitchen. It was a typical lazy Sunday morning until a simple text turned my entire world upside down. I looked over at Justin’s phone, which was charging on the counter.

  Olivia: Ok. Call me when you decide.

  Olivia?

  Immediately remembering that Olivia was his ex-girlfriend, the only long-term relationship he’d had besides Jade, my heart started to palpitate.