Just Roll With It (Perfect Dish Romances Book 4)

by Tawdra Kandle

  When she’d opened the door to her apartment, I’d followed her into a large, airy living room with furniture that was simple but expensive-looking. The wall of windows at the far side drew me to them, and I’d stared out at the night below us until something much more interesting had distracted me.

  After, when I’d carried her squealing and naked down the hall, I’d been ready for her bedroom to be huge and luxurious. I figured that a chick like her, born with the silver spoon in her mouth, would create the kind of dream room most women could only dream of having.

  I wasn’t wrong . . . exactly. But it didn’t look like I’d expected.

  Between gasps of laughter and a few teasing swats at my ass, of which she was getting a close-up view as she hung head-first over my back, Amanda directed me to the right door. I opened it and made my way in slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the almost complete darkness, and then my foot caught on something and I tripped forward. I might’ve been okay, but having Amanda flung over my shoulder complicated my usual stellar balance, and I almost went down.

  “Oh, my God!” She screeched in panic and clutched at me, her fingers digging into my hips. Somehow, I managed to grab onto something nearby—it felt like a dresser, maybe—and thus kept us from hitting the floor. My heart pounded as adrenaline raced through me, and I carefully eased Amanda to her feet.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” She gave a little laugh. “Sorry about that. Hold on, I’ll turn on the light so you can see where you’re going.”

  I heard rather than saw her pad across the room, cursing under her breath a couple of times. When she reached the doorway, dim light illuminated my surroundings, and I could see everything clearly. My mouth dropped open.

  Her room was a mess. I could see that it was probably furnished with the same care and quality that the rest of her apartment was, but it was hard to tell underneath the clothes, shoes, books and paper stacked or piled all over.

  Amanda stood a few feet away from me, wringing her hands, an expression of embarrassment on her pretty face. The fact that she was naked except for those lace panties that I hadn’t bothered to take off yet made me want to forget what her bedroom looked like and find the bed so that we could make use of it, but she was talking, so I tried to pay attention. Still, it wasn’t easy to do when her boobs were right there, begging for my mouth, and I could see the round contours of her ass, making my hands itch to cup it.

  “I’m sorry my room’s such a disaster.” She covered her face and then peeked at me through her fingers. “It’s my dirty secret . . . literally. I manage to keep the rest of the apartment pretty organized, but my room . . . well, it’s not really dirty. I mean, it’s dusted and vacuumed, mostly, but I just . . . I’m not a slob. I’m just always in a hurry, and I plan to put things away, but there’s always something else that needs to be done.”

  “Yeah, well . . .” I glanced around, raking my fingers through my hair. “I grew up with two sisters, so I get it.” Of course, my mother would never in a million years have let either Ava or Antonia get away with keeping their rooms this way, but I wasn’t going to tell Amanda that. “And like you said, you’re busy.”

  “I am.” She nodded vigorously, which set her tits to jiggling. My mouth began to water as my cock sat up to pay attention again. “In my defense, I didn’t plan to bring anyone home with me tonight. If I’d known you were going to come over, I’d have straightened up before I left for the party.”

  “Hey.” In two steps, I was in front of her, gently forcing her hands down away from her face and wrapping my arms around her body. “I’m not judging you. Now, if I’d dropped you and we’d both fallen, it might be a different story, especially since I’m strutting around here with my dick in the open, all vulnerable and everything. That pair of shoes there—those heels look deadly. I wouldn’t have wanted to have landed on them. But I didn’t, so we’re five by five.”

  “I’m sorry you almost fell.” She raised her face to me. “And I’m glad your dick didn’t get hurt. Especially before he even got to have any fun.”

  “And he’s up for fun.” Reaching between us, I gave my erection a long, hard tug and nestled it between her legs. Amanda shivered. Her eyes dilated a little as she thrust her hips forward, giving us both a little thrill.

  “The bed’s over here. The sheets are clean, believe it or not. I have a service that picks them up once a week and then drops them off washed and dried, and they just delivered laundered sheets this morning. I put them on the bed before I left for school, because I figured I’d be too tired to make it up when I got back tonight.”

  The bed did have sheets on it, I saw, but the satin bedspread was tossed over the foot of it, not pulled up neatly as it should’ve been. “So . . . you put on the sheets but didn’t actually finish making the bed?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I didn’t. I mean, I was just going to get right into it when I got home, so why would I go to all that trouble, just to undo it a few hours later?”

  “I don’t know . . . because it’s a nice feeling to come home and see your bed all neat and made up? Because it’s what people do?” I heard myself and realized I was getting us off course. I wasn’t here to give this woman lessons in housekeeping. I was here to fuck her senseless. “But hey, your way works, too. It saves us some time, right?” I scooped her into my arms and stalked to the bed, being careful this time not to trip.

  “Are you sure you still want to . . . you know, stay? I mean, I didn’t repel you by being a slob?” She looked up at me through those long, dark lashes.

  “Baby, it would take more than a cluttered room to make me want to leave you right now.” I lay her down on the mattress so that her head rested on one of the pillows. “And you’re not a slob. Like you said, neatness just isn’t a priority for you. That’s cool.” And it was, because I wasn’t looking to move in with her. We weren’t talking marriage. We were here together for one night only, and that meant I didn’t have to sweat stuff like housekeeping or priorities.

  “Good, because I think I’m getting my second wind.” She scooted over and patted the bed next to her. “Lay down. I’ll do everything in my power to make you forget all the crap piled around us.”

  I smirked. “That’s maybe not the most romantic line ever, but hey, it works for me.” I sat down on the edge of the bed and then eased my body down, grunting a little. “These sheets are incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this soft.”

  “Yeah, my mom buys them for me. She’s picky about that kind of thing, so she makes sure I have good linen, as she says.” Amanda sat up on her knees next to me, her eyes drinking me in as though I was a buffet of pleasure set out for her enjoyment. And maybe that’s just what I was.

  “I like your linen. It feels good against my skin.” I couldn’t help myself from raising my hand to tease her nipple, thrilling at the way her eyes shut and her head fell back. “But not as good as you feel against me.”

  “Let’s see what we can do about that right now.” She skimmed one hand over my chest, and this time, it was me who shivered. “You are so incredibly built, Vincent. I’d think someone in your line of work would . . . well, you know. Pastry chef. The food you make isn’t exactly low in calories. But you look like you don’t have an inch of fat on you.”

  “I don’t eat the stuff I make.” I moved my hand to her other tit and rolled the nipple between my fingers. “I taste, sure, but I never eat the whole thing. And I work out.”

  “It shows.” The note of utter appreciation and approval in her voice made all those late nights at the gym worth it. “I want to trace every line of you with my tongue.”

  “I’m not going to stop you.” I folded my hand behind my head and grinned at her. “Have at me. I’m at your mercy. Do what you want.”

  Amanda’s smile was slow and predatory. “I’m going to make you beg for that mercy before I’m done.”

  “Huh.” I scoffed, one side of my mouth curling up. “I never beg f
or anything, baby. It’s the women who beg me.”

  “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” She bent forward, pressing her lips just below one of my pecs. “We’ll see who’s begging in a few minutes.”

  I chuckled and lay back to enjoy the challenge. Yeah, she was sexy and she turned me on, but I’d never yet met a woman who made me come undone before I was ready. In the bedroom, as in the rest of my life, I liked to be in charge. I provided pleasure, and I took my own, on my own terms. No one gave me anything.

  Her eyes flickered up and held mine as her tongue darted out, following the lines of my muscles. She moved lower, her mouth tasting all of my abs. When she reached my navel, the head of my cock brushed over her cheek, and I expected her to turn her face to take me into her mouth, but she didn’t.

  Instead, she crawled down to the end of the bed, to my feet. Insinuating herself there, between my legs, she began kissing her way up my calves, her fingers massaging as she went. When she reached the inside of my thighs, I swallowed hard. My dick was pulsing, more than ready for her touch. I wanted her to wrap her fingers around me, and then maybe her lips, and then I wanted to be deep inside that tight, wet pussy.

  But still, I wasn’t begging for mercy yet. I clenched my jaw as Amanda’s hair tickled my balls. She was so close to where I wanted her—to where I needed her—but not quite there. If I bucked my hips a little, she would be in the right place, but that wouldn’t be playing fair.

  She lifted her head and smiled up at me. “Your legs are great, too. So hard . . . so long. Do you run?”

  I managed a nod. “Yeah, I try to get in a couple of miles every day. At home, I run on the beach, year-round.”

  “Nice.” She sat up on her haunches, still ignoring my bobbing cock. As I watched, she brought up her hands to cup her tits, sighing a little and letting her head drop to the side. “Mmmmm. You know, I still feel so good from coming before. I feel . . . all soft and warm and alive. I love orgasms. They’re almost better than chocolate.”

  My mouth was dry, and my lips sagged open. She was playing with her nipples, making them stiff, and I couldn’t look away, even though it was driving me fucking insane.

  And then she rose up to balance on her knees and let one hand drift down between her legs, covering the scrap of black lace that was still probably soaked from the last time she’d come and from my mouth. With one finger, she rubbed herself, giving a little shimmy of pleasure.

  “I’m so wet,” she murmured. “My finger’s just sliding over my clit. God, it’s so good.”

  I growled a little, holding myself in check, but so close to giving in. Not yet, I chanted in my head. She’ll cave.

  As though she could hear me, Amanda opened her eyes and gave me smile that was completely filled with feigned innocence, like she had no idea what she was doing to me.

  “Is this something you like?” she purred. “Watching women get themselves off? That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?” Her voice was throaty and low.

  I nodded, only because I knew that if I opened my mouth to answer, only garbled words would spill out.

  “Maybe . . . maybe it would be better like this.” She dropped down on all fours over me, her hands on either side of my chest, so that her boobs dangled into front of my face, tempting me beyond measure, and my dick pressed against her stomach. I was about to agree that this really was much better when she moved her legs so that she was straddling my upper thighs. She sat up, arching her back, and lifted one full and luscious tit in her hand.

  “I am so close, again.” She teased the bud of the nipple with her finger. “God, I could come like this. I think it’s because just looking at your body . . . your hard, firm chest, your muscled legs . . . it turns me on. Makes me so fucking hot.” Her eyes swept over me, and the heat there nearly was my undoing. “And this cock . . . God. This long, hard, thick cock . . . I’m imagining what it would feel like to have it deep inside me. I just want to think about riding it, feeling the head push into me . . .”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down, I grasped my dick and tried to rub the head against her pussy, but she moved too fast beyond my hands.

  “Did you want to say something to me, Vincent?” She tilted her head, pinching her nipple. She sucked two of her fingers into her mouth and rolled the other nipple with those fingers, and I could almost taste her again. “Do you need something?”

  “Yes,” I ground out. “I need you.”

  “Really?” She laughed lightly. “So what do you say, baby? Tell me what you need.” She folded herself nearly in half and touched her mouth to my groin, just above my dick, which jutted out through her hair, the teasing sweep of the strands sending me into a place where I didn’t care what I said or did anymore.

  “Mercy.” I spit the word out between my clenched teeth. “You win. I’m begging for mercy.”

  The minute I spoke, everything changed. Her eyes went dark, and her smile vanished. With a groan of relief, she moved a few inches and took the tip of my dick into the sweet heat of her mouth.

  A roar of something almost inhuman ripped from my throat, and I grasped her head between my palms, pumping myself into her, beyond caring for finesse. Her tongue and teeth went to work, swirling around my length, kissing and scraping the sensitive skin until all I could see was her head bobbing between my legs.

  I was close, too close, but the need to be inside her body was primal and could not be ignored. I closed my fingers around her arms and hauled her up my body, so that her full breasts were crushed against my chest, and then I flipped us, pinning Amanda to her back. Reaching down, I curled my fingers around the lace panties and ripped them off, removing the last barrier keeping me from where I needed to be.

  Looming over her, my knees between her legs, I held my cock close to her entrance and rubbed her there, feeling the slickness of her pussy beckoning me to take what I craved.

  I was about to do it, too—to thrust into her and end this agony—when she gasped out a single word.

  “Condom.”

  “Fuck.” I rolled away, trying to remember where my pants were and wishing I could magically transport them here, to the bed, because I was half-terrified that I’d blow my load on the way to the living room.

  “In the drawer.” Amanda pointed to the nightstand. “There’s a box in there.”

  God bless the modern woman. I scrambled to find the box, to fumble one out and rip open the packet. Then I was rolling it on, and Amanda was moaning to me.

  “Hurry. God, hurry, I need you.”

  “Yeah.” I tossed the box off the bed and positioned myself above her again, catching the back of her thigh in one of my hands and bending her leg against her stomach as I plunged into her.

  For a moment, I was still, just savoring the intense pleasure of being inside her, of the exquisite torture of her tight sheath. And then she wiggled a little, and I was a goner. I grunted and began moving in slow, rhythmic strokes, sliding almost out and then back in. Balancing on one hand, I used the other to palm her tit so I could suck the nipple, making her cry out.

  “Harder, Vincent. Suck it hard and fuck me fast. God, I need it hard and fast. Don’t stop. Take me hard.”

  I’d made the mistake of thinking I was in control again, but apparently, I wasn’t, because her words set off something in me that I hadn’t seen coming. I bit lightly on her nipple, sucking it roughly, and then I began pounding into her, losing the reality of anything else other than my cock and her pussy and the need to possess her totally. Nothing else in the world existed. If the building had crumbled around us, I wouldn’t have taken notice. There was only this woman and the way her body felt as I took it. The cries of her desire and encouragement were the only sound I could hear. And the taste of her was the only thing I ever wanted in my mouth.

  When she came, it was with an unearthly scream that was a mix of my name, a prayer and so much profanity that it turned the air blue. I felt her inner channels pulsing around me, and I plunged ove
r the edge with one final hard thrust, spilling myself as my body tensed into a single solid muscle.

  It took me a long time to come back down to earth. I fell, panting, alongside her body, somehow mindful of not collapsing directly onto her. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and when I let my eyes slit open a little, I appreciated the way her boobs jiggled with her breathing.

  “God, I love your tits,” I mumbled.

  Amanda let out a short laugh. “Really, dude? Couldn’t tell. That’s a huge surprise to me.”

  “Yeah, guess so. I’m pretty much an open book with some things.” I managed to roll over. “Do you have a bathroom around somewhere? And do I need to know anything before I brave it?”

  She gave my arm a half-hearted swat. “Through the door there. But go in the one on the left, because the other one is my closet. And yeah, it’s clean. Just a little, um, cluttered. There might be some laundry or a towel on the floor.”

  “I’ll man up and take my chances.” I had to kick a few pairs of shoes and some socks out of my way, but I managed to make it to the bathroom, which was exactly as Amanda had described. I discarded the condom and washed my hands, frowning a little into the mirror. That had been . . . intense. It was hands-down the best sex I’d had in longer than I cared to admit. I’d handed over control to Amanda, even though I’d had no intention of doing it, but the reward had been worth it, for sure.

  Part of me was panicking, urging me to get my clothes, get dressed and get the hell out of here, because this was dangerous. Yeah, we’d agreed to a one-night hook up, and I didn’t expect Amanda to change her mind, but at the same time, maybe I was afraid I was the one who wanted more.

  The other part of me, the part that even now was stiffening again as I remembered what it had felt like to be buried inside her, was all for staying the night and doing that again a time or two. Or three.