“Uh huh,” she moans as my middle finger finds her wet and ready. She was thinking of fucking me this whole time, just like I kept picturing what it’d be like to shut her up with my tongue shoved in her mouth. We tug at each other’s pants, kicking off our shoes like they can’t get out of the way fast enough.
Natalie’s mouth reaches for mine and I kiss her hard as we moan into each other and grind against the wall. She grabs my cock and starts pumping.
I snarl, “Holy fuck,” before crashing into her again, my finger as far up her wet pussy as I can get it. She hooks a naked leg around me, guides my mushroom-shaped tip up and I slide my finger out. She takes my hand and licks the damn thing while I watch, wincing with desire as my cock starts to slide up in her tight little cave.
Natalie shudders, moans, “So big!”
I nibble her jaw and force her mouth to kiss me as I reach the deepest part of her core. Her fingers dig into my ass, commanding a silent faster. We fuck like people who’ve never met before, and who might never again. Strangers who don’t give a shit what the other thinks about our slutty behavior. She grunts, I grunt. She rasps, “Harder!” And I give it to her with as much strength as these well-built thighs are capable of. It’s not pretty in the slightest. When she moans into my mouth and rips free to tell me, “I’m on the pill,” I suck on her tongue and pound her harder.
The woman cries out like these walls aren’t made of paper. Everyone in the building’s gotta know that we’re getting nasty. That turns me on more and I grind with her, match her need with my own. I’m hungry for the sounds she makes, the way she frowns, grimaces with pleasure, cries out again. I’ve got both her legs around me as I step away from the wall and ram her, grabbing her hips and bending back a little as I lift them up and down on my cock until the room disappears. She throws her head back with a hitching scream of ecstasy. I groan, her walls clenching my length with each burst of orgasm. “Give it to me!” She hisses, slapping my face. My roar is louder than her damn scream was. Pounding her with everything I’ve got I groan and move until I can’t anymore. Panting, I embrace her and walk us to the chair, growling, “Like that? That what you wanted, Natalie?”
The look in her eyes is lightning captured.
She nods, closes them.
Panting for lost breath I tell her, “You’re hired. If you can write contracts as well as you can fuck, it’s on.”
On an amused laugh she says, “Oh really, just like that?”
“There was no ‘just’ about what we just did. That was all in and phew, yeah, like that.”
Kissing my neck she murmurs, “Okay, but I have a warning for you.”
“Shoot.”
“Don’t fall in love with me.”
On a chuckle I assure her, “Don’t worry.”
“No?”
“This heart isn’t easy to crack. Believe me, women have tried.”
“Same, Max. Then you’ve got yourself a producer.” She extends her tongue and I suck on it.
Search, over.
CHAPTER 6
N ATALIE
M y roommate A.J. trudges to the coffee pot. “You working this early? Not that I’m complaining you already brewed some java because boy do I need it.”
I sip from my own cup and keep reading. “I’m researching.”
“What are you researching?”
“Film producing.”
“Why?”
“Much as I adore you, A.J., I’m busy.”
He goes about his Saturday morning routine of eggs and sausage. The scent fills the air and inspires my hungry stomach to steal a glance. He’s in sweats and nothing else, shaggy hair mussed up, lean muscles flexing as he flips sausages. There are some benefits to rooming with a male stripper. “Don’t worry,” he chuckles, “I’m making you some.”
Many benefits, since this one cooks.
Returning to my computer I smile, “Oh good. Thank you. Didn’t realize I was hungry until now.”
“You use me for my cooking and my body.”
With my back to him I sigh, “That was one time. And we were drunk.”
“Not wasted enough to black out though. It’ll always stay right here.” I don’t have to turn around to know he’s tapping his head, because he loves to do that. Whenever he claims his idea is best, or he’s defending his opinion, A.J. will be knocking on his noggin with a finger or two.
When I don’t take the bait to converse some more, he goes back to work. I’m so engrossed in learning about how expensive the union crew-contracts are that I don’t notice him again until he sets a steaming plate in front of my slouching torso.
He bends down to read my screen, his familiar scent drifting into my nose. But he’s not Max, not nearly as alluring. Max’s pheromones turned me insatiable in less than fifteen minutes. Maybe it’s because my roommate is so invested in his looks, but it took A.J. almost a year to get me to sleep with him. By that time I was sure we’d still be friends after, so I gave in for a night because it had been too long without being touched. As for that remaining friends contingency…so far so good.
“Why are you learning about filmmaking contracts, Natalie?”
“Looks like I’m a producer.”
Taking a seat he digs into
