Bad Boy Roomie (The Bad Boy Roomie Romance Series Box Set)

by Claire Adams

  He began licking up and down, and letting his tongue slide in and out, lapping up the juices that had been flowing for him all night. His hands were up on my chest, still massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I was wriggling underneath him like I was trying to get away, but it was the last thing I wanted to do.

  I reached down and wrapped my fingers up in his hair. Lifting my hips up off the bed, I pushed his head down and ground myself against his face. I groaned as he let his tongue flicker against my clit, and then I actually let out a little scream as he sucked it in between his lips and began to tongue it furiously.

  “Oh!”

  He lifted his head and looked at my face. “You like that?”

  “Oh, yes! It feels so good! Don’t stop!”

  He grinned and went back to what he was doing. He used the sides of his teeth to scrape against the swollen nub. We’d both gotten past our shyness as we’d found our rhythm. He parted me open with his fingers and drew his entire mouth down my center before he let his tongue snake up inside of me.

  “Oh, oh,” I moaned as I gripped his face and pressed him harder against me. “More!”

  He pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. “Deeper!” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, but there was no time to worry about that. It seemed to excite him further. He made a little growling noise and slipped his hands underneath my hips to hold me tightly in place as he licked and sucked and nibbled on my clit.

  I was out of my mind with lust and need. “Oh!” He didn’t stop. He sucked harder and licked wilder and just as I was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, he bit down on my clit…gently, but enough to send me hurtling through space. It was a feeling that I knew I would never forget even if I lived another hundred years.

  He waited until I was completely finished and my body was quivering and quaking from head to toe, to move away. When he did, he let out a sexy little moan and pulled himself up so he was right above me.

  He crushed his mouth down on mine, and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. It was sexy, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and made love to it. Then I licked his face like a wild animal who was excited by their own scent.

  I could feel his hand down between our legs. He had that glorious cock in his hand and was lining himself up with my opening. I should have been scared out of my mind. I should have been worried that he wasn’t wearing a condom. But nothing was in my mind at that moment other than how badly I needed to feel this man inside of me.

  I arched my back so our hips were pressing together. The head of his cock sat resting at my entrance, and I wanted all of it inside of me. I brought my hips up further and that time, he took the hint. He grabbed my hips in both of his hands and plunged into me. I cried out; it hurt, but at the same time, it was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. He was groaning loudly as he rocked back and forth, pulling himself in and out. God! This was so incredibly good.

  He pressed his lips to my ear and kissed down along the side of my face to my neck. He took a piece of the sensitive flesh there and bit down on it. I whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth as he continued his gentle massage of the inner walls of my sopping wet pussy. I reached back and grabbed his round, firm ass cheeks in my hands and pushed him down towards me. He began moving faster. I reached up with both of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust into me faster still.

  “Harder!” I whispered in a desperate voice. Suddenly, I was a crazed sex lunatic, and I didn’t care. It was the only thing I was living for at the moment. I needed more. He didn’t hesitate to give it to me. He rammed his cock up into me, that time striking bottom.

  “Oh, dear God!” he muttered as he slipped his strong arms underneath my legs. He picked them up and rested my feet on his shoulders. Then, he began slamming himself into me so that our hips met each time and the slap of flesh on flesh was the only noise competing with the sound of our struggle for oxygen.

  Each time he plowed into me, he went deeper than I imagined possible. We were both covered with a light sheen of sweat, and he had to grip onto me even tighter to keep me from slipping away. The struggle between pain and pleasure was real as his fingers dug into my flesh.

  He sounded like he was getting close and I could feel him swelling inside of me, and then I felt him slow down and begin stroking me hard and deep. It was hot and sexy and I was at the edge of the cliff once more.

  “Please…” I moaned out. I knew he was trying to make it last but I needed to feel him drill into me. He slipped his hands underneath my neck and I felt him press his body into mine…nearly forcing all of the breath out of my body as he slammed into me — hard. “Oh yes! That’s it…more!”

  He pulled back and slammed into me again. I threw my head back into the pillow and let out a long, loud moan. I felt him stroking the deepest part of me and wondered if he was loving this as much as I was. As if reading my mind, he pressed a lustful kiss against my ear and said, “Beautiful…so beautiful. This is so good!”

  I reached for his face and took it in my hands. Turning it towards me, I covered his lips with mine. I felt him moan into my mouth and that turned me on even more, if that was possible. I started rocking my hips up and down as he stroked in and out of me hard and deep, over and over again.

  Fire was raging deep in my core as I moaned and whimpered and writhed. I ached in places I didn’t even know existed. The heat between our bodies felt like all it needed was one more spark to ignite the entire room. Crazy sounds were coming out of my throat and my pussy throbbed with the need to come.

  “Are you close?” I asked him. He grunted and nodded. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and used them as leverage to pull my hips up so that he could slam into me even harder and deeper. I suddenly felt the waves of the orgasm crash into me.

  As I came, I felt him shudder and he let out a moan that sounded like pure bliss before his entire body began to shiver and shake. He shoved his cock forward and held it inside of me as deep as he could get. He came and came and came.

  Still trembling, he collapsed down next to me. I still had my arms around him and I let him lay on one of them, practically crushing it, just because I didn’t want to feel that empty feeling I’d felt before ever again.

  ******

  I woke up with the light from the early morning sun streaming in the window into my eyes. I kept them shut tightly and tried to fight my way out of the sheets I seemed to be tangled up in. I was so dehydrated that I could barely open my lips. My tongue was plastered to the roof of my mouth and my throat felt like sandpaper.

  Damn it! That’ll teach me to order pretty, fruity drinks. My head gave a throb at the thought of it and I started to roll over. I realized that I couldn’t. There was something big and hard blocking my path. What the hell?

  I slowly pulled one eye open. As soon as I did, before I even processed my surroundings, I remembered. I had sex…with a stranger. Oh no, I’m still in his house! Damn it!

  I turned my head to the side then and saw him there. I wasn’t tangled in sheets. My naked body was tangled up with his. Even anxious and sick to my stomach at what I’d done, my breath caught in my throat at the gorgeous sight of him.

  I blinked a few times as the thoughts began to take shape and accelerate inside of my head. I tried taking a few slow, deep breaths so that they would slow down. I couldn’t follow them when they raced around like that. I had to concentrate on breathing in and breathing out because I felt like something, or someone, was sitting on my chest or holding me under water.

  My heart hammered relentlessly against the inside of my chest. I had sex with a stranger in his apartment. I had committed a grievous sin and now, as he slept next to me the morning after, I realized that it was even worse than I’d thought. I’d spent the entire night having hot, passionate sex with him and I’d never even asked him his name. Oh, God! Forgive me! I have to get out of here before he wakes up. What have I done?

  Chapter Six
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  Jace

  My new church confessional was an old fashioned one that still had a booth for the priest and one for the parishioner. The church I was at in Boston had been a lot more progressive. During confession, there I sat in the confession “room” in a chair across from the congregate that was confessing. It was one-on-one still, but there was no hiding. Since you can’t hide from God, I felt that was as it should be.

  This was my first real day of work in Lexington, though, so I would do it their way for a while. After Father Byrne moved on to his new post in New York, it would be my church and I could change things as I saw fit.

  As I dressed and readied myself to hear confession, the words my mentor in the seminary used to read to us from the guide to hearing confession came rushing back to me. I heard his voice reciting it word-for-word as if he were in the room with me, staring me down with accusing eyes, judging me.

  “But if he himself be ignorant, a profligate, and a lover of pleasure, how can he teach virtue unto others? And who would be so unwise as to hearken unto him concerning that which he (that is, the penitent) has to say, seeing him a disorderly person and a drunkard, and teaching others not to be intemperate, or to follow any virtue whatever, while he himself is unable to do this? For eyes are more believing than ears, says the divine Scripture. Therefore, take heed unto thyself, O Confessor, for if one sheep be lost through thy negligence, it shall be required at thy hands. ‘For cursed,’ says the Scripture, ‘is he that does the work of the Lord negligently.’ (Jer. 48:10)”

  I shuddered and tried to push that memory down as I donned my sacred robes and lit the candles on either side of the confessional. Then, kissing the crucifix around my neck, I said the prayer reserved for priests who are about to hear confession: “Grant to me, O Lord, that wisdom which stands beside Thy throne, that I may know how to judge Thy people with justice, and Thy poor ones with equity…”

  I could taste the residue of scotch still coating my throat, and the prayer that usually gave me peace, instead caused the bile to rumble up and compete with the alcohol for my notice. I closed my eyes and refocused my mind on my faith and my love of God and I started over.

  When I finished, I flipped on the green light and took my seat in the chair. Sister Adeline had left a pot of tea for me next to the chair. I poured a cup and held it to my face, letting the steam seep into my skin.

  It was probably my imagination, but I thought I could smell the alcohol seeping from my pores and filling the room. My stomach had just begun to lurch as the first parishioner arrived. It was time to tuck my sins away to later be judged by my Father and get to work.

  Chapter Seven

  Daphne

  “Daphne, table six is asking for more coffee.”

  “Oh shoot! I told them I’d be back 10 minutes ago!” I grabbed the freshly made pot and felt Bethany’s eyes boring in to me as I rushed over to refill their cups. She was standing in the same spot when I got back.

  “What’s going on with you?”

  I feigned an innocent look. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

  “You’ve been distracted all day.”

  “Oh, well, I just have a lot on my mind.”

  “Daphne!” My boss Ken was cooking because our second cook hadn’t shown up. He wasn’t in a good mood about it, either.

  “Yes?”

  “The eggs are congealing! If you wouldn’t mind taking them out and picking your personal conversation back up later, that would be great.”

  “I’m sorry, Ken, of course.” Bethany rolled her eyes. She’d been working here for more than two years and Ken didn't scare her any longer. This job was my only lifeline at the moment. He scared me to death.

  I started to reach for one of the plates and Bethany grabbed my arm from behind. Annoyed, I looked back and saw her holding out the plate holder we use after they’d been sitting underneath the lights. Without it, I would have burned the skin off my hand. “Thank you,” I mouthed, gratefully.

  She smiled at me and then in a whisper said, “Break in 15 minutes. Be ready to spill.”

  I smiled back, nervously. There was no way I was going to tell her what I’d done. I could barely stand, that I knew. I took out the orders and refilled a few more drinks before it was time for our break. I took my ice water and followed Bethany out the back door of the restaurant.

  As soon as we were clear of the building, she lit a smoke and said, “Come on, Daphne. I’ve known you a long time. I know something is wrong.”

  Bethany was my oldest…my only friend. She was the only one I ever told about my drunken father and the house of horrors I’d grown up in. She loved me and I loved her. She made me feel safe and kept my confidences. She didn’t judge, but there was still no way I was telling her about this.

  It was between me, God, and whatever name green eyes goes by. I was having a hard-enough time with that. I couldn't bring myself to let anyone else in on the sins I’d committed.

  “It’s just a personal issue, Beth. I’d rather not talk about it, okay? Maybe some other time I’ll be ready…but not now.”

  Bless Bethany; she always knew when to push and when to back off. Now, she knew I needed her to back off.

  “Sure, honey; but remember I’m always here if you need me.”

  I smiled at her. “I know you are, and I am so grateful. I’m blessed to have you in my life, Bethany.” She laughed.

  “You are the only person who puts ‘Bethany’ and ‘Blessed’ in the same sentence ever. You’re so good and pure… I’m not sure why you hang out with a sinner like me sometimes.”

  If she only knew. I got drunk and had sex with a stranger… If we’re tallying sins, I’d bet at least this week I had her beat.

  “You’re a saint, Bethany. I don’t know where I would be without you.”

  She smiled and winked at me as she stubbed out her smoke. “You wouldn’t have all this,” she said, gesturing at the backside of the old diner. “That’s for sure.” We giggled and headed in.

  Tomorrow was my day off. I couldn’t wait to get to the church and into confession. Maybe then I could feel like I was okay again with the Lord. Maybe once I’d done my penance and I was forgiven, I could move past this phase in my life, and never have to look back.

  Chapter Eight

  Jace

  It was Friday and my first week of being the new priest was complete. I had given up the alcohol after that Tuesday night. It took my body three days to get it all out of my system, I think. I’d never been a drinker, even before I became a priest. I intensely disliked what it did to my body and my mind. But I had been hitting it so hard that when I quit, that in itself was an ordeal.

  I’d been on my knees during most of my free time that week, praying for forgiveness and looking for guidance. I was in shock and disbelief at my own actions.

  I’m not even sure what I would have done or said if I’d woken up with that beautiful woman lying next to me on Wednesday morning. At least there was one thing to be thankful for, and that was that she’d snuck out before I had to face her.

  I had to struggle with the memories, though. I know I was supposed to be feeling remorse and regret, and I was — kind of. But if truth be told, and I hope no one ever gets that out of me, not a minute had gone by in the past week when she wasn’t on my mind.

  The fact is, I was still thinking about her and lusting after the memories and the images of her in my mind made it harder to face myself and to be accountable to the Lord for what I’d done. I committed a mortal sin, and although I knew that God forgives us our sins, I still agonized over the fact that I allowed it to happen.

  I’d like to blame it on the alcohol and the beautiful woman, but I should have known better on both counts. If a priest can’t be counted on to resist temptation, how can he be counted on to counsel and lead his flock? Besides, I must not have been too drunk; I could remember every sensuous detail.

  I got up Wednesday morning and went on with my life. Each time she would sneak into my consc
ious memories, I would stamp them down and move on. It was only at night that she completely took over the space in my head and caused my body to do things that were very un-priest-like.

  As I sat in the confessional, all of those thoughts ran through my head. I did my best to give the task my undivided attention when someone was in the booth, but the second they left, my thoughts were overtaken once more.

  I heard the door on the other side of me open and shut, and then I heard the voice of what sounded like an older woman say, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been several weeks since my last confession. During that time, I’ve taken the name of the Lord in vain several times…almost always directed at my husband, Father. He gets me so angry sometimes… I’m sorry, I’m digressing,” she giggled nervously.

  Confession makes even the astute Catholic nervous, even us priests sometimes, especially after a week like the one I had. Shamelessly, I was still putting mine off.

  The lady went on to tell me a few more things that she had done, like yelling at the dog or the kids. None of her sins were mortal ones and most of them barely qualified as venial. We said the Act of Contrition together and I gave her the penance and she was on her way.

  I waited 15 long minutes for the next confession. I say long minutes because every moment that I was alone, my mind wanted to dwell on my sins. I alternated between thinking of them as sins one time and treating them as a sweet, delicious memory the next. I’m a terrible priest.

  I had just finished that thought when I heard the door open and close on the other side. After a few seconds, a young woman’s voice said, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two months since my last confession.”

  The voice was distinct and familiar, and because I hadn’t stopped thinking about that night all week, I recognized it immediately. My stomach clenched and I suddenly, couldn’t catch my breath.