His lack of response made Brooke hold her breath to stifle the laughter trying to shoot from her nose.
“Come on, I want to know.”
He cleared his throat. “Well…doggie-style is pretty good, but...”
Brooke flipped on the lights, bringing the room’s orange-painted walls to life. “You little freaking pervert!”
Roger held up a hand to block the glare, squinting to see her. “What the hell?”
Brooke set her eyes to scowl. “Trying to take advantage of my drunk friend you don’t even know!”
Roger wrung the mask in his gloved hands like a wet towel. “I wasn’t trying to…”
“This isn’t even her room!” Brooke shot daggers at him like a knife thrower, trying to ignore the way his beautiful face made her weak in the knees. “What kind of a sick man-whore are you?”
“I wasn’t trying to do anything with anyone. She told me she was going to get a bowl to smoke out of.”
Brooke sauntered closer, one boot after the other, her glare as cold as a November tombstone. “Oh, I bet something was going to get smoked all right.”
Roger refused to back down and made a similar advance, closing the distance between them. “What do you care anyway?”
She looked hurt at the prospect of such a silly question. “Because I care about my friend!”
“Sure you’re not jealous?”
Brooke inhaled a sharp breath, clearly offended. “Don’t think that just because you’re hot as hell you can waltz into my house and get your disgusting jizz all over my roommate’s bed!”
He came closer, his chest rising and falling. “I wasn’t going to do anything” he growled.
“Ha!” Brooke jerked the magic lasso from her hip. “Well, we’ll just see out about that!”
Roger’s eyebrows drew together as she pulled off his gloves and threw them to the floor. “What’re you doing?”
“This is a magic lasso,” she told him, wrapping the golden rope around his wrists. “It will force you to truthfully answer all of my questions.”
One corner of his lips pulled into his cheek. “Okay.”
She took a step back and crossed her arms, purposely giving her breasts a tiny lift they didn’t need. “What day is it?”
He held his bound hands out in front of him. “Saturday.”
“What’s your name?”
“Roger.”
“Were you going to have sex with Tasha in here?”
He sighed. “No.”
“Why did Todd call you Dragon?”
Roger hesitated, studying her intensely. “What?”
“He called you Dragon out on the patio. Why?”
His eyes wandered the room for a moment and then returned to find Brooke. A fond look softened his gaze. “Because I like dragons.”
“Why?”
He shrugged.
“Don’t even think about lying to me because the lasso will shock your balls off.”
Roger laughed. “I don’t know, I just do.”
She tapped a boot and sharpened her gaze. “Why do you keep staring at my chest?”
“Because your nipple is poking out.”
Brooke looked down and gasped out loud in horror. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she shrieked, scrambling to readjust.
“I thought you wanted me to see it.”
“What?” She hiked up her corset. “Why on earth would I want you to see my nipple?”
He lifted a shoulder to an ear. “Thought maybe you were an exhibitionist.”
“I bet you’re one of those guys who plant cameras in women’s restrooms all over town.”
Anger flashed across his face. “Yeah, that’s right. Mainly in retirement centers.”
“You would! Bet ya get em all liquored up playing bingo and just bend em right over their walkers.”
He clenched his jaw, staring hard into her green eyes. “You know somethin, you’ve got a real mouth on you.”
Her voice lowered to a guttural growl. “Don’t you judge me.” She grabbed him by the lasso and yanked him against her. “I want you out of this house.”
“Fine. Untie me.”
Brooke’s rage morphed into bewilderment. “What is that?”
“What is what?”
She looked down, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, do you have a boner?”
Roger jumped back. “No!”
She slapped a hand over her mouth. Light glinted off her silver bracelet. “You do!”
“No, I don’t!”
With a quick lunge, Brooke snatched his blood-stained butcher’s apron and lifted it into the air. “Yes, you do!”
Roger twisted away, holding his bound hands out to stop any further advances. “What is your problem, lady?”
Brooke shoved him up against a wall, sending a framed picture of Mandy and her recently departed golden retriever named Bailey crashing to the floor in pieces. Brooke gritted her teeth and coiled her fingers around the lasso, pinning his hands to his chest. “Who are you calling a lady?”
An incredulous laugh slipped past Roger’s full lips. “Wow, you are one weird chick.”
“Shut up.”
“You can untie me anytime now.”
“You’re not a very good listener, are you?” Her free hand slid down between them and found the bulge in his black slacks. He took a jerky breath and pressed against the wall. Brooke’s voice softened along with her eyes. “I knew it,” she said, massaging the monstrosity running down the inside of his pant leg.
His breath came faster. “I can see your nipple again.”
“Shut up.”
Roger set his jaw and pushed his lips to hers with a determined kiss. Brooke hesitated for only a moment and then shoved him against the wall, his hardness igniting the flush of heat between her legs. His heart hammered against her, sending her pulse into a similar fury. And those lips. He had the best lips she had ever tasted, soft and moist. She couldn’t get enough and sucked the top one into her mouth just before trading it out for the other. Their tongues were the next to meet, warm and wet inside their mouths. Brooke’s hands wandered from his muscular chest to his ripped arms, squeezing and exploring as their heads tilted back and forth in the bright bedroom light. He tried freeing his hands and she pushed tighter against him, pinning him to the wall, stealing open mouth kisses until her pockets were full.
Roger slipped his arms over her head and flipped her around so she was up against the wall, their breath rushing over their cheeks. He lifted her up into the air and Brooke wrapped her red boots around him, kissing him harder as he rubbed against her middle, melting her into a puddle of hot wax.
Brooke ran her hands over his back, the bedroom light glimmering off her silver bracelets. She broke their kiss to grab some much needed gulps of oxygen, staring up into his wild eyes. Before she knew what was happening, she was pushing his apron aside and unbuckling his belt without looking.
A swaggering grin revealed his pearly whites as he unzipped her corset in the back. It slid to the floor with his pants and Roger’s eyes lowered to the massive breasts staring back at him. “Oh. My…”
“God,” Brooke finished for him, staring slack-jawed at the bulge in his black boxer briefs. She squeezed his swollen cock through his shorts, unable to resist its enticing call. It was so big she could barely get a hold of it. Her breath clutched in her chest, leaving her speechless and groping for air. She couldn’t wait to see it and grabbed the elastic waistband, imagining his boner springing loose when she yanked his shorts down.
Someone bumped against the door out in the hall, drawing both of their steamy gazes.
“Oh shit, it’s Tasha.”
“Come on,” she whispered, towing him by the lasso into a walk-in closet.
Roger followed her inside, waddling like a duck with his pants around his ankles. She shut the door behind them and Roger flipped on the light switch. His eyes ravaged her half naked body, his chest pounding.
“Turn it off,” she whispered.
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He tore free from the lasso’s grip like it had lost its power. “I want to see you.” He ran a tongue across his lips and tossed the rope to the floor. “God, you’ve got perfect nipple placement.”
Her eyes darted from the tent pole behind his apron to the crack beneath the door. “Someone will see the light if they come in to use the bathroom.”
He let out a reluctant sigh and found the switch, pausing to take one last good look before plunging them into total darkness.
Brooke inhaled a deep breath of the fabric softener mixing with his cologne. Roger’s hands didn’t take long to find their way back to her breasts in the dark, stealing her breath when he squeezed them with force. The way he pinched and rolled her nipples made her lean her head back and groan softly. Her stomach muscles clenched when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and skillfully used his tongue to turn it as hard as he was down below.
Brooke slid a hand down his shorts, desperate to touch him skin on skin. Her heart stuttered along with her breath as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke. His breath came hot on her neck and she could feel him looking at her.
Suddenly, he took her to the carpeted floor. Brooke grimaced when a high heel jabbed her in the back. She removed it and pulled him on top of her. His lips landed on hers and probed the lower one first this time while grinding against the wet spot in her tight blue hot pants with white stars. Her hands found his bare ass and pulled. His lips nibbled their way down to the soft spot in her neck. Goose bumps broke across her flesh as his fingers walked down her stomach and slithered inside her blue panties.
She squirmed beneath his touch. “You’re making me so wet.”
He massaged experienced circles into her swollen clitoris.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
His lips found the soft spot in her neck again, his fingers driving her to the brink.
Brooke squeezed her eyes shut and saw stars. Tendons popped out in her neck. “Stop, I’m going to cum.”
Roger pulled his hand away. “You sure you want me to stop?”
“I’m not sure about anything,” she panted, pushing him up and grabbing his throbbing cock. She stroked it for a few seconds and then guided it between her open legs.
Roger pulled her panties off to the side. Brooke pushed against his sculpted chest with both hands and set her jaw as his bulbous head slid in first, her wetness mercifully greasing its path. He eased inside, careful not to give her too much too soon. Her nails dug into his pecs, leaving red marks she couldn’t see in the dark.
His hand found her face and caressed it as he gently pushed in deeper. Brooke squeezed his triceps with everything she had, her body shuddering against him. When he was all the way inside, Brooke started breathing again and pulled her legs back even wider. Roger found his stride, stroking her slowly at first. Her body began to adjust to his size, loosening up a little more with each steady thrust.
She ran her hands over his rounded ass and pulled. He plunged deeper and she groaned in response. White flashes burst in the dark as he drove his throbbing manhood in and out of her with an ill-tempered fury. Brooke arched her back and cried out to the ceiling she couldn’t see, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, leaving no obstacle in his path.
Roger pulled her up so they were now sitting face to face. Brooke rose up and down in his lap, running her hands over his head. He pulled her hair and tipped her head back. His mouth sought out a nipple and bit down. She moaned his name and rode faster, squeezing his broad shoulders, taking every inch she could get. Brooke suddenly pushed him to the carpet and assumed the top position. Her face hovered just above his as she slowed down and enjoyed the ride.
He kissed her again, softly gliding in and out of her. Brooke pushed him away and sat up, rising and falling on top of him. The stereo in the living room masked the thumping when she quickened her pace. One of his hands found her breast, the other her soft spot.
“Oh yeah!” Brooke cried out, as a tidal wave of ecstasy threatened to drown her.
He punished her with his demanding size and, still, she wanted more. The floor began to shake as she rode faster yet.
She tried to fight it but it was no use. She had reached her tipping point and there was no going back now. It had been too long, and this was too good. “Roger!” Her body quivered with the orgasm rippling through her like high voltage. Her teeth locked together as the toe curling spasm bloomed.
Roger pulled out and grunted, shooting a warm sensation all over her stomach in twitching spurts. Her hand found his throbbing dick and milked him for every last drop. She could feel his hot emission dripping from her hand as he moaned his satisfaction. She jerked him until his moans turned to heavy breathing and he began to soften in her hand. They grew quiet, neither making a move, their ragged breath and muffled music filling the tight space.
“I knew you were a pervert,” she whispered, finally breaking the ice.
He pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Me? You’re the one into bondage.”
She ran her fingers over his stubble, their tongues dancing to a tune only they could hear.
Roger cradled her cheeks with both hands. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Hiding from guys like you.”
An uneasy silence crept between them, unseen but felt. Neither, however, attempted to untangle themselves from the other quite yet.
“So… when am I going to see you again?”
She thought it over in the dark, imagining his face in her head. “When you get lucky.”
He snorted. “I don’t believe in luck.”
“No?”
“Everything happens for a reason, even the bad stuff.” Roger inhaled an extra deep breath. “And the good stuff, like this.”
Brooke’s heart tripped a little over its own pattering feet. Images of the past ten minutes flipped through her mind like hand drawn pictures in a notepad’s lower corner: his smile, those eyes, and that thing between his legs. She would see him again. He had said he wanted no part of sex when he thought she was Tasha – something about not taking advantage of drunk girls. With or without the magic lasso, Brooke was glad she had found out the truth. What had started out as a passing prank had ended up defining his character. She would definitely see him again. Of that much she was sure.
The door whipped open and the light flipped on.
Brooke’s heart dropped out through her chest. She sat up and squinted, hiding her breasts with one hand and blocking out the bare bulb above with the other.
“What the fuck!” The fuzzy looking female bent closer on wobbly legs and nearly toppled over.
“Mandy?” Brooke fell back onto her butt.
Roger jumped to his feet and pulled his slacks up in a single hop.
“Ben!” Black trails of mascara streamed down her puffy face. She shook Brooke’s corset at him in her fist. “You fucking asshole!”
Brooke’s face twisted further as a deep seeded horror took root. She turned to Roger who was busy folding his tattooed penis into his pants and buckling his belt like he was on The Amazing Race. “Ben?”
He barely glanced her way without slowing.
Mandy threw the corset back out into the bedroom and tromped closer, the floor shuddering beneath her staggered steps. She beat her fists against Ben’s back, screaming unintelligible insults at the top of her lungs, the smell of alcohol heavy on her breath. He flinched, but took it, absorbing the hammering blows like a sponge. And then she was gone, storming out of the closet and slamming the bedroom door shut behind her.
Brooke sat up, both her jaw and breasts hanging freely in the bowled over silence that followed. “Ben?”
He adjusted his gruesome apron and necktie. “What’d I tell you?”
“You said your name was Roger!”
“Did I say that?”
She looked down and cringed when she saw all of the blood on her. “Oh my God,” she said faintly. “I got my period.”
“Relax, it’s just fake blood from my costume.”
She looked up with a piercing glare. “You got your blood and jizz all over me? You dick!” Brooke covered herself with one of Mandy’s University of Iowa sweatshirts, ruining it at the same time.
“You started it.”
“Me?” she said, getting to her shaky feet and throwing on the sweatshirt.
“You tied me up and grabbed my junk!”
She pushed past him and zigzagged into the master bath and splashed water on her face, the water camouflaging the tears in her eyes. “Oh my God, what have I done?” She buried her face in a towel and began to cry as it all sank in.
“It’s not your fault.”
She pulled away from the now ruined towel and hit him with an icy glare in the mirror that chilled him to the bone. “Oh, I know! This is your fault!”
“My fault?”
She turned to poke a finger in his muscular chest. “Mandy is not only one of my best friends, but she’s also my roommate, asshole!”
Ben glanced at the closed bedroom door, unsure what to say next. “I’m sorry.”
“How could you do something so horrible to her like that to her?”
He released a heated breath. “Look, between you and me, Mandy and I were never going to work out. She is way too uptight and can’t hold her liquor. I don’t roll with girls like that.”
“Oh, and just what kind of girls do you…” She held up a hand. “On second thought, I don’t care.”
He looked her over. “That costume is entrapment!”
Brooke slapped him across the face, stinging her hand. “That was a dickhead thing to do, you cheating bastard!” She shoved him out of the way and went to retrieve her corset.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around. “When I first saw you tonight…”
She yanked free from his grasp and slapped him again, leaving a red mark across his cheek. “Spare me the love at first sight bullshit.”
Ben stepped closer, breathing in deep wafts of her perfume. “Are you telling me you didn’t feel something?”
Brooke turned her back to him, trying not to let his smoldering looks melt her racing thoughts. She slid into her top. “No, I didn’t. This isn’t a Nicholas Sparks movie. You’re just another man-whore who’s watched too much online porn.”
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