Roommates (Soulmates #1) (16 page)

Chapter 31: Jenny

I couldn't believe he kissed me in public.

No one had ever done that.

And he was probably the last person who ever should've.

And yet, I wasn't sorry. Not even a little bit. On the contrary,
I felt full where I usually felt empty, warm where I usually felt cold, light
where I usually felt heavy.

So it couldn't be wrong, could it?

Then again, my heart wasn’t exactly the most insightful moral
compass. Even on a good day, it was completely untrustworthy.

But even if I didn't feel I could trust myself, surely I could
trust Ethan.

He clearly wanted what was best for me- his kisses being at the
top of the list.

We were quiet on the way home.

Sure, it was that kind of quiet where you get the sense that
both people are walking along having really loud thoughts, but none of them
were spoken out loud… not since we both agreed that an evening of music and
wine and not overthinking things was just what we needed.

Of course, that was a lot easier said than done.

I mean, I was totally overthinking things- namely his
lighthearted joke about modeling condoms for me, which I found both exciting
and terrifying. But it was that magnetic kind of fear that makes people go to
scary movies and set foot in haunted houses.

In other words, I was pretty sure my desire to be vulnerable
with him was starting to outweigh my fear of the awkward aftermath that might
result.

Needless to say, I was relieved when he opened the wine as soon
as we walked in the door.

I slipped my shoes off while he poured two glasses of white.

Then he disappeared to his room for a second, returning a few
moments later as some music began to play.

"So," I said, taking a sip. "What's new?"

He laughed. "Besides kissing you?"

I dug my toes into the light carpet and searched his eyes.
"It was better this time, wasn't it?"

"Yeah,” he said. “Cause we were us. Instead of Marilyn and
Brian."

I smiled. "We're better as us."

He nodded. "I think so."

"Wanna dance?"

He scrunched his face.

"Don't pretend you've never danced to Bowie in your
apartment."

"How about you dance and I watch," he said, taking a
sip of his drink.

"How about you touch me when I ask you to?"

His eyes grew wide.

"I don't bite, you know."

"That's not what I'm afraid of."

I drained half my glass and set it down on the counter.
"What are you afraid of?"

He sighed.

I stepped into his personal space and looked up at him. The
electricity between us was thick and warm. "Tell me."

He scooted his glass down and looked at me, his eyes sweeping
over my face and my chest with zero subtlety. "I'm afraid I won't be able
to stop if I start."

“What? Dancing?”

“No.” He trailed his fingertips up the side of my arm. “Touching
you.”

My chest tightened around my racing heart.

His eyes were dark and full of lust.

"Don't be," I said, laying a hand on his jaw. "I
promise I won't ask you to."

He kissed me again a second later, pulling me against him with a
force much greater than he'd used in the park.

I swirled my tongue around his and felt his hands curl
underneath my dress, his flat palms sliding over my body a second later.

I pulled away from him just long enough for him to pull my dress
off over my head.

"Fuck, Jenny," he said, his large hands undoing the
clasp on my strapless bra. "You don't know how much I've wanted
this." He planted his lips against mine again and slid his hands over my
breasts.

My nipples hardened against his palms and a coil of heat curled
in my stomach.

I clasped my hands behind his neck and leaned my hips against
him, letting his tongue erase my mind.

A second later, his hands were under my ass, lifting me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he carried me
over to the couch.

When he sat down, his lips strayed from mine and traveled down
my neck, effectively loosening it so it fell to the side, his lips burning
their way down my collarbone to my breasts.

He groaned as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth,
flicking it with his tongue as he kneaded my other breast in his large hand.

I could feel his dick swelling between my legs, the hard length
of it along my slit.

And in that moment he wasn't the only one who was afraid. I was
afraid, too- of how much I wanted him, of how much I was willing to give him,
of how much I didn't care that he was going to take it without asking.

And I knew that I would keep my promise, that I wouldn't stop
him.

I rocked against his dick, growing wetter with his every squeeze
and swell.

"Ethan," I whispered as he sucked my breasts.

He threw me down on the couch and knelt over me, unbuttoning his
shirt without taking his eyes off mine.

I watched as he showed me his abs again. But for the first time,
I didn't try to look away.

Then his hands were on his belt, pulling it from the loops. The
sound of his zipper going down made every hair on my body stand up.

But he kept his boxers on.

Then he wrapped his fingers around the sides of my small white
panties and slid them down, his eyes devouring every inch of me as he did it.

I stared at the outline of his cock where it was straining
against his grey boxers and felt a rush unlike anything I'd ever known.

And when he lowered his head between my knees, I knew a line had
been crossed.

Nothing would ever be the same.

I raised my hands over my head as he laid his tongue against me,
gushing against him as he flicked my swollen bud.

And when he started moving his tongue faster, I pulled my own
hair and arched my back, spilling into his mouth with a groan.

The pleasure was unbearable, and I felt like a ray of light,
bending with his will.

"Oh god, Ethan," I whispered, his name on my lips like
a bad word as my hips bucked against his face. "That feels so good."

He pinned me down with his free hand, spreading it across my
stomach while the other fucked me deep and hard, his fingers curling against my
core.

I was burning up, and I felt all the heat inside me pool between
my legs. "I'm gonna come," I mouthed, but no sound escaped.

And when my body jerked one last time, he pulled his fingers
from inside me and drank my pleasure down like he’d been waiting his whole life
to taste me, his lips slurping against my wet hot center.

And in that moment, I didn't have a single regret.

I mean, how could I?

I was pure stardust.

Chapter 32: Ethan

I was convinced I was dreaming, but I didn't dare pinch myself.

She was even more vivacious than I ever imagined.

Not only did she taste as light as strawberry water, but her
body was fucking perfect. Every curve I came across was more gorgeous than the last,
and I couldn't get enough of the way she responded to my touch.

I kissed her pussy one last time and wiped my lips on the
delicate flesh of her inner thigh before kissing my way up her soft stomach and
her panting chest.

When I was suspended over her, she looked at me through half
closed eyes.

She smiled. "That's by far the nicest thing you've ever
done for me."

I laughed. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment considering
there's not much competition."

"Oh, it is." 

I stared back and forth between her hazel eyes, admiring the way
the flush of her cheeks framed her light freckles. "You taste like heaven."

She pursed her lips. "And you feel like it."

"You haven't felt anything yet," I said, pressing my
hard on against her throbbing heat.

She reached up and pulled my face down to hers, opening her
mouth wide to kiss me. "Hurry up," she whispered against my lips.
"Before I change my mind."

I straightened up and pulled my boxers down.

Having her eyes on my cock was almost enough to make me bust my
load right there. And I might've, too. God knows how many times I imagined what
she would look like covered in me. But those were the dark fantasies I had for
her.

And those thoughts had no place here, not when she was so naked
and vulnerable and full of obvious trust in me.

I wouldn't degrade her like that… unless she asked me to.

But it was too soon for that.

This was too new.

Besides, what I wanted most was to know what it felt like to be
inside her. Deep. Like she'd always been in me.

I bent over and scooped her up, setting her feet down on the
couch so she was standing on it, my head level with her breasts.

She looked down at me and dragged her fingertips against the
sides of my head.

I slid my hand back between her legs and let her sweet nectar
drip on my fingers.

"I want you inside me," she whispered.
"Please."

I pulled her arms around my neck and lifted her off the couch. I
wanted her in my bed. I wanted her hair against my pillows and her smell
between my sheets.

But when I got to the door, I didn't walk through it. Instead, I
pressed her back up against the wall and reached for my dick.

Then I pressed the tip of it against her opening and let her
slide down on me, the full weight of her amazing body on my shaft.

She cried out as she slid down, her parted lips right in my
face.

I stared at them as I disappeared inside her, burying myself in
pulsing warmth. She was so tight I thought I might pass out.

"Oh god," she breathed. "You're so deep."

I sank my fingers into the fleshy cheeks of her ass and backed
my hips up, thrusting deep against her core again.

"Fuck, Ethan."

I pressed my forehead against hers and drove inside her again, savoring
how good it felt to finally fuck the girl I'd always wished was my childhood
sweetheart, the girl I'd always wished was the girl next door, the only girl I
would’ve done anything for- felt anything for- risked anything for.

She dug her fingers into my back, and I bent my legs again so I
could make her feel every swollen inch of me.

I’d never been so hard for anyone.

And she was so tight I could see stars, so tight I never wanted
to pull out of her, so tight I never wanted to come.

But I was going to fucking come whether I wanted to or not.

I felt her legs tighten around my waist and fucked her against
the wall again, unable to hear anything except her high pitched groaning each
time I buried myself inside her.

Suddenly, she pressed her cheek against mine and hugged her tits
against my chest. "Take me to bed, Ethan."

I clenched my jaw as she throbbed around me and stepped away
from the wall.

Then I walked around the corner and traveled the few steps to my
bed, taking a knee first and then laying her down carefully without removing my
dick from her incredible heat.

She looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

"Better?" I said, rocking over her.

She nodded. "You feel so good. Too good."

"So do you," I said, rocking her against the bed, her
tits moving under me as I massaged her insides.

"You feel like we should've done this a long time ago,” she
said, her eyes on mine.

I groaned as my dick swelled. The pressure was so great I knew the
dreaded end of my pleasure was near. A moment later, I felt my balls tighten as
they swung against her, causing spasms of heat to shoot up my spine.

She raised her arms over her head.

I pinned her wrists down under my hands.

She scrunched her face as I sped up the pace, her expression
twisting just enough that I was confident she could handle me.

And when she bit her bottom lip, I came like a cannon, emptying
myself inside her in a series of heavy bursts, my eyes on hers the whole time.

When I had nothing left, I collapsed on top of her, buried my
face in her neck, and struggled to catch my breath. "What have we done,
Jenny," I whispered into her hair.

She wrapped her arms around my back. "Something we had to
do," she said, pressing her cheek against my head.

I didn't want to pull out, didn't want the moment to end.

How could I face her again? After giving away how much I wanted
her?

There was no pretending I was harmless now. There was no
laughing this off.

I'd gone down on her and fucked her against the wall. I tasted
every inch of her gorgeous body and sucked the breath from her mouth.

And it wasn't only physical.

It never had been.

What just went down in my bed was the nail in the mindfuck of a
coffin I'd been laying in since I first saw her.

And I felt guilty about my lack of remorse, about the size of
the load I'd just pumped inside her. I felt guilty that I’d undone years of
trying to get over her with one fucking lick of her nipple.

She was as under my skin as I was inside her.

And there was no going back now.

She knew too much.

And I'd felt too much.

We were still totally fucked.

Only now, more than ever.