“Yes,” she answers, looking me square in the eyes. “I can do that.”
“Good. Now, I believe we have some make-up sex to conduct. Hop in the cab, beautiful. I’m taking you home.”
***
“She’s so little and pretty,” Leena says, stroking Sadie’s hair, no not stroking, petting. Yes, my roommate is petting my girlfriend’s hair. And from the look of it, Sadie isn’t very happy about the invasion of her personal bubble. Frankly, I don’t mind a friendly pet. Human contact is nice for everyone, even drunk Uncle Gallum, although, I would have to be paid a hefty lump sum in cash to even raise my hand near that man. I will never know how men can grow so much hair on their stomach.
“Look at butt.” Katja bends over and pokes Sadie’s ass. Immediately her eyes find me and if her pupils could talk, they would first bitch-slap me, and then tell me to get these women the fuck away from her.
Hearing you loud and clear, Sugar Britches.
“Eh, I think that’s enough, girls. You don’t want to scare her away.” I shoo their hands away and pull Sadie closely into my side, blocking her from the two blonde bombshells—fully clothed, thank God—standing in front of me.
“You shy?” Leena asks, hand on her hip.
“Yes,” I answer for Sadie. “My little sugar britches is a tad shy, so please forgive her. Maybe we can all do a movie night some time.” Sadie’s hand snakes around my waist and pinches my side, indicating she doesn’t like that idea. “Or something else.” I nervously laugh, hoping her little lobster claws don’t attack me again, because fuck, that hurt. There will be a bruise for sure.
“Don’t be shy.” Katja puffs her chest out with her hands on her hips. “We don’t bite. You do topless Tuesday with us.”
“That’s okay.” Sadie smiles. “I like to keep my top on.”
“Even during the sex?” Leena asks, a little stunned.
“No, she takes her top off then,” I answer without even thinking. “She shakes those titties real good behind closed doors.” A searing pain shoots up my side. Lobster claws! “Son of a motherfucker.” I rub my side and give her my scariest side-eye. One more pinch and I’ll be playing the let’s-make-Sadie-wait-a-long-time-until-she-gets-to-orgasm game.
“You do the sex tonight?” Katja asks.
“No.” Sadie shakes her head. “Just sleeping. No spreading of the legs over here.” Lies, all lies. This girl was rubbing me out the entire way here from the restaurant. We will be “doing the sex.” I wonder . . . will Sadie be the same kind of screamer she usually is now that the girls are in the house? Only one way to find out.
“That’s sad. No eating the snatch for you, Andrew,” Leena adds. Even though I can hear pity in her voice, the kind of pity no man wants to hear, I have to commend her on using the American slang so well. She’s learning. I’m sure her coach would be very happy to know that her heterosexual roommate with a life-size Derek Jeter cutout, formally known as Cannon Cock, taught her a slang word for vagina. That sure as fuck wasn’t his intention when he asked for them to room with American-speaking students.
Oh the fuck well.
I quirk my lips to the side. “Yeah, it’s all right. I’m full anyway. I wasn’t even planning on munching tonight.”
“You’re odd man.” Katja scans me up and down and then flips her hair over her shoulder. “We go to bar now. See you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Do you have your house keys?” They both nod their heads. “And your Lyft app is set up on your phones?” Another nod. “And what do we do when a stranger brings you a drink?”
“Knock out of hand and say no roofie tonight.”
Close enough.
“Good. Be careful and have fun.”
They both wave as they walk out the front door, teetering on their high heels. I fear for the men they run into tonight.
“They are . . . interesting,” Sadie says after I lock the door behind them.
“They’re nice, just don’t quite have filters, but that’s what makes it fun. Although they did think I was gay.”
“Oh, seriously? And, yes, feeling incredibly exposed and uncomfortable is really fun,” she deadpans.
My eyes fixed on hers, I walk toward her until I am inches away, that’s when I wrap my arms around her waist and bend her over the table. One hand holds hers down by pushing on her lower back and the other strokes her perfect, little ass.
“What are you doing?” She tries to swat me away, but I don’t let her.
“I’m trying . . .” I pretend to struggle. “Damn, woman, where do you have it?”
Giggling now, she asks, “Where do I have what?”
“The stick you have up your ass. Where is it? I can’t seem to locate it so I can pull it out.”
She stops wiggling beneath me and instead twists her body so I’m greeted with the beautiful sight of her angry eyes. “And you want to have sex tonight? Skating on thin ice there, Andrew.”
“Aw, come on.” I pull her up and into my chest. “You like a good teasing . . . especially from my dick.” I give her a chaste kiss and then turn her toward the stairs and smack her ass. “Now get on up there and strip down. I need to grab something so I’ll meet you up there. Make-up sex commences in five, hot pants.”
I leave her to do as she was told and go to the kitchen where I snag a few props and then sprint up the stairs two at a time because fuck, I’m horny and need to be deep inside my girl right now.
When I turn the corner to my bedroom, I find Sadie in her bra and thong, her back turned toward me, giving me a mouthwatering view of her backside. Fuck me, she’s so hot. Her hands reach up to her bra clasp, but I stop her by saying, “Leave it on for now.”
Unfazed, she slowly turns toward me, her hair dancing around her shoulders, her eyes seductive, and her body language giving me the green light in every way possible.
When she sees what’s in my hand, she gasps but then narrows her eyes.
“Andrew . . .”
“Don’t say anything, just lie on my bed.”
“You’re not putting that crap on me.” She folds her arms over her chest.
“Sorry, babe. With make-up sex, everything goes.” I point to the bed and say, “Get your pretty little ass on there now.” She’s about to protest again when I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side. She takes a moment to scan my body, and I love how lust fills her eyes. That does not get old. Just to add to the show, I make sure I flex my abs for her.
I clear my throat and nod at the bed. “Move, Sadie, I’m not a patient man right now. I need to have my tongue all over you. So, lie the fuck down.” Her eyes go wide, pupils darken, and she backs up onto my bed and lies down. Yeah, my girl likes a stern voice. Fuck. Yes. I place the items on my dresser next to the bed and get rid of my shoes, socks, and pants, leaving me in only a pair of boxer briefs, which is doing nothing to restrain my already growing erection.
Leaning over her, I lightly run my finger down her body, circling her nipples over her bra, slowly drawing a line down the center of her stomach, stretching it to the top of her pubic bone where I tease her for a few strokes before moving my fingers over her slit. Her arousal is already starting to pool against her thong. This woman, so sensual, so fucking turned on for me. It’s addicting.
“Sit up.”
Propping herself up, she pushes her chest out and waits for my next direction. I don’t give her one. I take matters into my own hands and undo the clasp of her bra. Immediately, the straps start to descend over her shoulders. The sight makes my mouth water. Itching to see her breasts, I snag the middle of her bra and yank it off her body. I’m rewarded by the subtle bounce of her breasts from my abrupt movement.
So perfect.
“Lie down,” I command.
Her hair fans out around her as she gets in position. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, her eyes are at half-mast, and she is definitely aroused as she waits for my next direction. But I give her none. I continue to move on my own
accord, sparing my attention to her thong. Why she bothers to wear anything is beyond me. The scrap of fabric covering her pussy is so small, I have no doubt it does nothing and it’s only purpose is to taunt me. So, I get rid of it and toss it on the floor with the rest of our garments, leaving her completely exposed.
“Christ, Sadie. You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. I move my lips up her body, kissing her stomach, nipping at her ribs, licking the tips of her nipples, and sucking on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, wanting to brand her so fucking bad as mine.
She wiggles under my body, her hands going to my hair, threading through the strands, pulling when I suck hard. It’s so fucking thrilling to feel her lose control, to know I’m driving her crazy with need, this woman I never thought I had a chance with. Let alone a second chance. I’m one lucky bastard.
I lift my lips off Sadie and go to my dresser where I pop the top off my favorite sugar-free vanilla ice cream and scoop a ball with a spoon.
Sadie sees what I’m doing and shakes her head. “Why sugar-free?”
“Just accept it, baby. You just need to accept it.”
Not wanting her to protest anymore, I quickly put the ice cream between her breasts and smear it down the center of her body. She lifts from the cold treat hitting her skin and hisses out a long breath. Immediately her nipples go hard and I’m fascinated with how tight they get. My dick aches from the sight, so I pick up the speed and continue to move the ice cream down until it’s just above her pussy.
Her chest rises and falls, her breath hitching in her throat with each press of the cold spoon against her skin. So fucking sexy.
Losing a little finesse, I trip over myself, putting the ice cream back on the dresser. I pull it together and hover over Sadie and start licking up the trail of cold cream that’s starting to melt on her sweltering body.
I start high and work my way down. The feel of her heels press into my calves as she grips me with her legs. Her hands go back to my hair where she tries to direct me where to go, but I fight her. I’m in charge; she’s going to have to learn that pretty damn quickly.
The sweetness of the ice cream and Sadie’s skin mingle, creating an intoxicating taste that has me in a lust-filled haze. Nothing around us registers in my mind: not the sounds of the college street outside the house, not the small confines of my room. No, I can only feel and hear Sadie as I lap the ice cream off her nipples now, reveling in the way her tight nubs feel against my tongue.
Pure perfection.
Soft mews come out of her mouth when I bite down on her nipples and pull them with my teeth, making sure to apply just enough pressure to make her go crazy. My tongue is so cold, which is probably adding to the sensation for my girl.
I move down her flat stomach, sucking on her skin all the way down to her pussy where her arousal is fucking glistening, so ready for me. Knowing my tongue is cold as fuck, I spread her lips, and with one long stroke, I lick her only to press my lips against her heat and suck in her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Her upper half lifts. She looks surprised from the sensation. “Oh my God, yes.” Not hating the sugar-free vanilla ice cream after all.
Feeding off her reaction and the press of her hand against my head, urging for more, I eat her up. Lapping up every last bit of melted ice cream, making sure to mix my strokes with short flicks to long, languid ones. Her body tightens under mine, her grip in my hair grows stronger, and her near-silent cries grow louder with each stroke. Continuing to suck, I move my hands up her stomach to her breasts where I pluck at her nipples, pulling, pinching, and rolling them.
Her legs clamp around my head and her voice rings out through my small bedroom, reverberating against the walls, her cry of pleasure turning my dick to stone.
“Yes, oh God, yes.” She convulses, her body twitching and turning in all different directions as I ride her orgasm out on my tongue.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life, and I’m pretty sure I will never be able to top it.
Her hips start to slow down, her breath starts to grow longer, less labored, and the death grip she has on my hair loosens. Just as she’s falling down from her orgasm, I’m rearing up for mine.
Protection is my number-one priority, getting inside Sadie is a close second. I snag a condom from my nightstand, chuck my boxer briefs to the side, and sheath myself. On my knees, I pump my cock, taking in the beautiful woman beneath me. I’m not going to last fucking long, as I can feel my body already tingling just from the sounds Sadie made.
Still orgasmic comatose, I flip Sadie onto her belly and prop her ass up in the air only to run the tip of my dick along her entrance. Still so fucking wet.
From over her shoulder, her head resting on my pillow, she smiles up at me, and my heart fucking stops right there. That innocent, sexy smile, the way she’s so easily giving up her body to me . . . my heart stops beating. I thought I was already toast when it came to this woman, but she just broiled the shit out of me for any other woman with that one look. I’m a goner. She’s my . . . my everything? Is that even possible so soon?
Needing to connect with her in the most intimate way possible, I plunge into her, sinking so deep that it almost seems like there is no end.
A low moan bubbles out of her throat as her entire body goes lax in my hands. Her eyes close shut and a lazy smile stamps across her face. This is her happy place. Fuck, it’s my happy place. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. Or in the near future. Maybe even beyond that . . .
I start to move, deliberately slow, feeling every inch of me stretch her. My teeth grind together from how tight she feels, from the small clenches she makes around my cock, and—
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my body jolting.
From beneath me, Sadie has snaked her hand to my balls where she is now lightly pulling on them, sending my mind to a fucking frenzy. Stars blind me, the world around me goes black, and only a telescopic view allows me to see Sadie’s pert ass in front of me. My quads tighten, my stomach coils, and with each pull from Sadie, I moan a little louder, until I come so fucking hard, I think I might black out.
I pound one last thrust inside her, holding myself there as I empty everything out of me. Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
I collapse on top of her, and we lie there, catching our breath. It isn’t until I hear her panting as well, and the light pulse in her heated center that I realize she came right along with me. I would have never known. I seriously almost just fucking blacked out. Every time I’m with this woman, it isn’t just about the reaching for orgasm, but the connection we make, and every time she never fails to bury herself deeper and deeper into my heart, imprinting her scent, her touch, her body into mine.
I push her hair to the side and kiss the back of her neck. “Fuck, I missed you.”
She sighs. “I missed you, too, Andrew.”
I spend the next few minutes cleaning up, taking a warm wash cloth and running it along Sadie’s body to get rid of the sticky ice cream remnants, and then put the ice cream away. When I get back, I slip into bed, naked, and spoon Sadie into my chest where I play with her hair, running my fingers through the long strands.
“Tell me one thing I don’t know about you,” I whisper into her ear, feeling sleepy.
“Mmm . . . I think I’m starting to feel a partial liking toward your ice cream.”
I chuckle lazily. “Although, I do appreciate your admission, I want to know something about your past.”
She takes a second to think about it, her fingers dancing across my abs. “I had a dog named Corky. He was a Corgi, and he was my best friend for the longest time until his hips gave out on him and we had to put him down. I always joked around that Corky and I would die together, holding hand and paw.”
“Well, holding hand and paw sounds nice, but I’m glad you’re still around. You’ll have to show me a picture of the old guy one day.”
“I will. Did you have any pets?”
“A chocolate l
ab named Hazel. She was the best puppy ever, loved to play, and then she grew up and turned into a seal.”
“What?” Sadie snorts. “What do you mean a seal?”
“She got fat, the seal kind of fat where all they do is flop around to get places. When you tried to take a picture of her sitting, she would slowly start to tip over, her fat dragging her down.”
“How did she get so fat?” The humor in Sadie’s voice is filling my heart. This. This is what I have missed too.
I squeeze her a little tighter to my body. “We lived in the wine country back then and we had a mini orchard in our yard. We always wondered why we weren’t able to harvest many grapes. Hazel was eating them all. I’m going to be honest, grape shits are disgusting. Once she became obese, it was pretty damn hard to get her to lose weight after that, despite how hard we tried.”
“Poor girl, but you have to give her credit, she was comfortable in her skin.” We both chuckle. If only Sadie saw a picture of Hazel, she would truly be able to appreciate the size of that dog.
“Tell me something else.”
She yawns and pats my chest. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”
The laugh that pops out of me shakes her little body. “You answer one question and you’re done for the night? That’s just not going to do, Sugar Britches.”
“It’s either talk, or do this . . .” Her hand slips down my chest, past my stomach and straight to my cock where she expertly starts to stroke me. With two strokes I’m already hard.
“Eh, talking is overrated.” I scoop her up and settle her on my legs, my growing erection between us.
Staring down at me, her hair framing her face, her breasts swaying above me, I don’t think I could get any luckier than in this moment, but then she takes my cock and starts to rub the tip along her warm, already wet heat. Nope, this right here, this is luckier.
A hiss escapes my lips from the feel of my cock riding along her slick heat. Fuck me, it feels amazing.
She continues to rub against me as I say, “Don’t think you distracted me from asking more questions.”