The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

I held it together, just barely, as she shook beneath me, but I was one false move from exploding myself. The moment the last tremors faded, I climbed up the bed and scrambled for a condom.

Seconds later, with a tear of foil and a quick fumble, I was ready. I pressed her back against the pillow and stroked her flushed cheek with my fingertip, my heart nearly as full as my aching cock.

“You ready?” I asked softly.

Her eyes gleamed and she nodded. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

I gripped my cock and slid between her legs, resting the head against her opening. Her bottom lip quivered as I brushed a lock of hair away from her face.

Once I was in, I was in. There was no way I could live with myself if I had no intention of being with Evie beyond today, not even to satisfy her virginity vendetta. That thought only made me more eager to get inside her, though, because I’d never been more sure in my life.

But maybe this was just a box to check for her. Once she’d had a proper, satisfying sexual experience, would that be it?

For me, it was so much more. As I looked into her eyes and thrust inside her, filling her . . . taking her, it all seemed so fucking clear.

I was in love. I wanted Evie Reed to be mine now and forever. Now, it was up to her what happened after tonight.

So you better make it good, Hamilton.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as I drove forward, slow and steady. Inch by excruciating inch.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“God, you’re fucking tight,” I bit out through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

But for once, she didn’t look sorry, or shy, or nervous. She looked totally enthralled.

Good start.

I was seated about halfway when I felt it again. The feeling that had put my radar on high alert that night in the hotel. The band of muscles wrapping around my cock like a fist. This was the tricky bit. I needed to move forward to finish the deed, but getting into her tight little pussy that deep would come at a price-my sanity.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a steadying breath before opening them again. “Relax,” I whispered.

She nodded furiously, her throat working as she swallowed hard. “Trying to.”

It was easy to forget she’d done this before. Both because I wanted to pretend that I was the first one to claim her, and also because whoever she’d been with must have been hung like a fucking field mouse.

I inched forward, and her every muscle tensed against me. “Tell me if I hurt you, baby. Don’t want that.”

“N-no. Not exactly. It feels huge,” she whispered, flicking out her tongue to lap at the beads of sweat dotting her upper lip. “Like pressure, but good too, you know?”

I bit back a groan. I did know. If there was any more pressure on my cock and balls right now, I’d literally disintegrate.

“One more push and I’ll be all the way in, okay?”

She nodded, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Yup.”

I leaned down to kiss her softly on the mouth. Then balancing onto my forearms, I drove forward in a single smooth motion until my cock was fully seated deep inside her. My vision went hazy as her gasp rang out in the silent room.

I wanted to stay still. To give her time to adjust, and ask her again if she was all right. But the weeks of denying my need finally exploded inside me, and I was all instinct.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, my hips pounding against her now of their own accord. Heat snaked up my shaft, and my cock bucked as I realized with a rush of relief that she was moving beneath me, her own soft hips crashing against mine.

“For what?” she breathed.

“Being too rough with you.” I clenched my teeth, my ass muscles flexing as I pumped harder.

“Feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Her whimpers became shouts as I filled her again and again, plowing forward until I hit bottom, her channel working me over in a sensual assault.

“I’m going to come,” she groaned, her fingernails tearing into my shoulders.

“Fuck, yeah. Come for me, Evie.” The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm as she shattered around me.

“Smith!”

Thank God.

Evie’s back bowed, her breasts smashing against my chest as she came. She clutched my ass, melding her body to mine, dragging me over the edge with her.

“Fuck.”

My muscles clenched as heat thundered through me. Her gaze locked with mine as I unloaded inside her, coming so hard, I almost blacked out. I flexed my hips, drawing out our pleasure, pressing deeper and holding true until the last wave subsided. Then I collapsed on top of her with a groan.

“Boy, when you finally do it, you do it right,” I murmured in her ear.

Her breathy laugh warmed my neck, and she pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “All credit to you, good sir. It makes me really glad it was you, Smith.”

It wasn’t until she said the words that I realized how much it meant to me that she felt that way.

I rolled to the side, tugging her with me as I went, and tucked her under my arm. “I’m glad it was me too, Evie.”

She was totally right. You could have a do-over. No one could take this from us. It was perfect.

We lay there for a long time in each other’s arms, totally silent, just soaking in the warm glow. I almost could have fallen into a light sleep until I felt her soft lips graze my ear.

“It felt like that was a good start, but there’s so many more questions I have,” she murmured, her soft hand traveling down my abs slowly until my cock leaped up to meet her.

“Looks like you’ve come to the right place,” I growled, grabbing her by the hips and yanking her on top of me.

Her squeal of laughter rang through me like a song, and I pulled her mouth down to mine.

Tomorrow, we’d talk it all through, and I’d find out if her heart was in the same place as mine.

Tonight?

I just wanted to make her scream again.