Roommate (A Real Man, 5)

by Jenika Snow

  I nodded. “I know.”

  “Why then? Why not keep that to yourself, because you have to know that’s kind of crazy.”

  I nodded again. “Yeah, it is, but I love you, and I want to be honest with you. I want you to know there is no one else for me. I wanted it all laid out there, Meghan.”

  A part of me regretted telling her, but I knew this was the right thing.

  “You know you wouldn’t have had to scare anyone off. I only wanted you.”

  My heart started beating harder at her words.

  “I love you, Brendan, and I wish so much time hadn’t passed where I kept all of this bottled up.”

  I cupped her face again, so fucking glad she hadn’t pushed me away. She would have had every right to after what I admitted, but she just looked up at me with this sincerity in her eyes.

  My girl loved me, and I was so not going to fuck this up.

  “I still want this,” she whispered.

  I felt my cock jerk.

  “This is about you and me,” I said, looking into her eyes. “It’s always been about you and me. I want to show you how good this can be, how good I can treat you.”

  “Be my first, Brendan.”

  I closed my eyes and groaned. Knowing she was pure, a fucking virgin, made me feel like a fucking dirty bastard for what I wanted to do to her.

  “I’ve never had sex either, Meghan,” I said again, wanting her to really know the truth of it. I wasn’t ashamed of admitting that. I didn’t even care that some guys would think this a lame-ass admission. I was proud I had never been with anyone else. She was it for me, always had been, and tonight we’d give each other our virginities, and all would be fucking right in the world.

  Meghan would be mine.

  “God, is this for real?” she seemed to whisper to herself.

  “Baby, this is as real as it gets.”

  Then I kissed her again, showing her with my body just how much I meant my words.

  It didn’t matter if I had never had sex, because I knew as soon as I was with Meghan, as soon as I was deep in her pussy, claiming her virginity the way she claimed mine, things would just fall into place.

  Perfection happened like that.

  I crushed her to me again, speared my hands in her hair, and kissed her until we were both gasping for air, and I felt like I was about to shoot my load right in my jeans.

  I’d jerked off so many times over the years thinking of Meghan, picturing myself with her and the sweet satisfaction of finally having her.

  This was my reality now, and fuck, would it be perfect.

  I had my hands on the sides of her neck, holding her still as I mouth fucked her. And there was no other way to describe what I was doing to her.

  She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were. She was primed for me. I knew that without a doubt.

  Hell, I was ready for her now. I could have gotten off just from kissing her if I let my control slip any more.

  When she was panting against my mouth, I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Hell, I didn’t want to, but as hot as it sounded fucking her right up against this wall, I wanted her in my bed, my scent surrounding her, and her hair spread across my pillow.

  I had her away from the wall, but still in my arms, a second later. Burying my face in her neck, I inhaled deeply, getting drunk on her scent. I was still stunned at the fact this was happening.

  When I was in the bedroom, I carried her over to the bed, laid her on it, and just stared down at the woman I loved. God, she was perfect, and mine, and I wanted to go slow, to make this last, but I was having one hell of a time keeping my control reigned in. I might never have had sex before, preferring to save myself for the one girl I loved more than anything, but hell, I knew I could please her.

  She was at the top of my list, my priority, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.

  “Come here,” she said softly, and I didn’t even think about not doing what she wanted. Hell, if she wanted me on my hands and knees and crawling to her, begging to lick her pussy, I would have gladly done that and asked for more. Shit, just thinking about doing that, spreading her pussy lips with my fingers so I could feast on her, had me crazy with desire. I wanted to palm my cock through my jeans, stroke the fucker before I put it in her.

  Yeah, I wanted to be deep in her, so deep there wasn’t a place I wasn’t touching; there was no doubt she was mine.

  I got on the bed, looked down at her delicate-looking foot with the red painted toenails, and told myself to go slow. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be too intense and raw—although that was true too because I was so far gone for her—but more because I could get off without even being in her.

  “I need to get you naked,” I said, and no sooner was that last word out than Meghan was taking off her clothes. I was frozen as I watched her creamy smooth skin being revealed, loved the fact she was bra- and even panty-less.

  Then she was naked, ready, willing, and all mine.

  No matter how much I wanted this to last, I knew there was no way I could stretch this out. I was just too far-gone for her. I let my gaze travel over her legs, stopped for a second to stare at her pussy, which was covered in a thatch of trimmed dark hair, and kept lifting my eyes over her belly, big breasts tipped with pink nipples, and finally stopped at her mouth.

  I groaned as she ran her tongue along the bottom swell. I lowered myself to her mouth and ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She made this sweet, sexy little mewl, and I added pressure, kissing her fiercely.

  “I need you,” she said against my mouth, and I groaned. Pulling back and looking at her face, my fucking control snapped. “I’m barely hanging on as it is, Brendan.”

  “Fuck.” Desperation was clear on her expression, and I didn’t want to make her wait. I didn’t want to wait either. “I want to make this special, go slow, be romantic—”

  “I didn’t ask for slow or romantic. I want it exactly the way you want to give it to me.”

  Christ.

  “I could devour you until nothing is left, baby.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

  “I want that,” she said with this thick voice laced with her pleasure. “I don’t want to stop once this starts, but can we start?”

  I grinned. She was demanding, and fuck, did it feel good knowing she wanted me this way. But the reality of the situation also hit me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I just want you. Be with me.”

  My throat tightened after she spoke.

  “What if I can only give you raw and hard? What if I can’t control myself enough to be gentle, Meghan?”

  “I just want you.”

  Well fuck, seemed like the woman I loved wasn’t as innocent as I thought.

  Thank. Fucking. God. I didn’t think I could do easy right now, not when the woman of my fantasies was laying naked under me.

  9

  Meghan

  This is really happening.

  Every part of me felt like it was moving between hot and cold, frigid and blistering. I couldn’t deny the way he looked at me was like a man possessed, like he was so obsessed with me he couldn’t even control himself. Maybe that should have scared me, but the truth was I found it hot, so damn scorching I couldn’t think straight.

  I’d been saving myself not because I thought I’d ever have a chance with Brendan, but because I loved him so much no other man did it for me.

  And to know he loved me too…God, I felt like I was living someone else’s life. I was nervous, yes, but I wanted Brendan the way he wanted to take me. I knew that would be fast, hard, unforgiving, but it was all because he loved me and couldn’t control himself. Hell, I felt the same way.

  “I want you,” I said, lifting my hands and running them up his arms. “I want you just as naked as I am.”

  He made this low sound deep within his chest. His entire body was so big, so tight, as if he we
re trying to appear like this wasn’t affecting him the way it really was.

  The same way it was affecting me.

  I watched as his pupils dilated, and as the seconds passed, our breathing increased, and his body seemed to get tighter, I knew this was going to be insanely passionate.

  Then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. He kissed me for long seconds, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. He shifted on top of me slightly, and I felt his hard cock digging right over my pussy.

  “I need you naked, Brendan,” I gasped out.

  He started pressing his jean-clad erection against my pussy, and I felt how big he was, how thick and long.

  I was wet, obscenely so.

  He pulled away to take off his t-shirt and toss it aside. I looked at his hard, smooth chest. He was defined in all the right places—so masculine it was hard not to feel so very feminine with him.

  “You want me to touch you, make you feel good?” God, his voice was so husky, so deep.

  “Yes,” I said without hesitation.

  “Show me, Meghan, baby. Show me where you want me to make you feel good.”

  I was so turned on it was like I couldn’t even think straight. It was like I was drunk, so intoxicated I felt like this was not quite reality.

  “I want you to touch me everywhere.” I wasn’t exaggerating.

  “Show me,” he said with more force, more dominance, and moved back another inch, giving me some room.

  I lifted my hand, smoothed it down my belly, over my mound, and placed it right between my legs.

  “Spread your pussy lips for me. Let me see how pink you are.”

  My hands were shaking, my heart thundering behind my ribs.

  We were both breathing so hard and had beads of sweat along our body.

  This might be my first time, but I didn’t want to go slow. I didn’t want gentle. All I wanted was Brendan to be with me.

  I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. This was crazy, but in a good way.

  “Pull them apart. Let me see, Meghan.”

  I had no doubt he could see exactly how wet I was for him. And when I pulled the outer lips of my pussy apart, the groan that ripped from him went right through my entire body.

  He reached out and ran his finger right through my center, and a gasp left me. A shiver took over, and I knew I wouldn’t last, that I could die right now and be the happiest woman on earth.

  “Do you want me here, Meghan?”

  “God, yes.” This felt so right.

  The he made quick work of getting his jeans off, and what was revealed was a massively impressive cock. He came back toward me, now only inches from my body again.

  With his fingers still running up and down my slit, he used his other hand to grab his huge cock. His flesh was smooth, toned, and the monster between his thighs was obviously above average.

  He rubbed his palm up and down the huge shaft he sported, and I felt the heat and electricity coming from him. I felt my pulse beating wildly in my clit, and I wanted to beg him to skip all of this erotic torture and just fuck me already.

  I wanted Brendan right now.

  “I need you,” I finally managed to say, and the groan that came from him had this rush filling me. Lowering my gaze to what he was still doing to himself, I felt my heart jackknife in my chest at the sight of the clear fluid dotting the tip of his cock.

  Then I found myself reaching out, pushing his hand away, and taking his huge dick in my hand. He grunted, his pleasure clear. He was hard and big, and my fingers couldn’t wrap fully around his girth. God, what would he feel like thrust deep in me? What would it feel like to be stretched to the max by Brendan?

  Obviously, he would fit in me, but I couldn’t help thinking it would be a tight fit, one where he’d really have to work himself inside of me.

  I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.

  “You keep this up and I’ll come before I’m even in you, baby.”

  “Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”

  He grunted after I spoke.

  “Stroke me faster, add some pressure.” His voice was thick, his focus on me.

  I curled my hand tighter around his cock and started rubbing my palm up and down his length.

  “Fuck, I don’t want you to stop,” he said low and leaned forward to rest his hand by my head. His big body was bowed over me, his eyes locked with mine. “But if you don’t stop, I’ll lose it before this even starts.”

  Before I could pick up my speed on jerking him off, Brendan had my hand off him and had his body resting fully on mine. We kissed for long seconds, and as much as I loved having his mouth on mine … I needed more.

  10

  Brendan

  I was about to come right then, and I hadn’t even been inside of Meghan. I wanted this to last so fucking badly, wanted to get her off several times before I let myself go over, but fuck, I was having a hard time getting control.

  I broke the kiss and stared down at her for long seconds. She was so fucking gorgeous, so sweet, so genuine, and she was all mine. The fact she hadn’t kneed me in the balls after I told her I’d watched her at school and scared off the pricks sniffing around her, made me feel good, like she liked that I’d looked after her. I admitted it was wrong, but I was too possessive and territorial of her to back off.

  I adjusted my much larger frame over her, not wanting to crush her body. My cock decided to jerk at that moment, and the soft little sound she made was nearly my undoing.

  “Are you ready?” I asked and moved my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “I’ve been ready.”

  I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. My entire body was so damn tense, my muscles straining under the skin. Did this woman know what she did to me, that I’d fall to my knees and worship her if that’s what she wanted? Did she know how much I really wanted her in my life, that I’d do anything to make sure she was happy with me?

  Probably not, but I’d use the rest of my life to prove to her that I was worthy of calling her mine.

  My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my shaft. I’d never been this worked up, not even when I thought about Meghan and jerked off. No, this went above everything or anything I could have ever imagined.

  God, I could have stared at Meghan all fucking night. Her face was flushed and her cheeks tinged this rosy color. Her pupils were dilated, and her mouth was red and swollen from my kisses.

  “I’ll never get enough of you, Meghan.”

  I wanted to go all caveman on her ass, all barbaric because I wanted her to know—everyone to know—she was all mine. Feeling all kinds of crazy in love for this woman, I reached down and placed my hand on her pussy, but held eye contact with her.

  “Who owns this, Meghan?” She started breathing harder, and I added more pressure right up against her slit. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”

  She licked her lips, and I slid my finger up and down her center.

  “You do, Brendan.”

  I growled low, like some kind of fucking animal.

  “Yeah, I fucking own it, Meghan.” I teased her clit, rubbed that bundle back and forth, and watched the pleasure move across her face. “No one will ever have this but me. No one will ever know what you feel like deep inside but me.” I rubbed her clit faster, and she gasped. “And I’ll make sure you know exactly why you’re mine.”

  Her pussy was hot and soaking for me, and while I rubbed her clit, I moved my thumb down to her pussy hole. I didn’t penetrate her, just rubbed the digit back and forth over the opening, letting her know I was there.

  “God, that feels so good, Brendan.”

  My chest tightened and my cock jerked at hearing her softly spoken words.

  She placed her hand on th
e center of my chest and moved it lower until she was right above my stiff dick.

  I needed her to touch my cock, but at the same time, if she touched me I’d be liable to come all over her belly.

  And when I finally came, I wanted to be buried deep in her.

  “Baby, as much as I want your hand on my dick, if you touch me, I’ll come, and I don’t want this to be over before I’m even inside your body.”

  I leaned down again, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. Meghan opened her mouth wider for me, and I plunged my tongue inside, tasting her sweet, addicting flavor. I was done prolonging this.

  I removed my hand from between her thighs, licked the digits that had been touching her, and groaned at her flavor.

  I needed my cock in her pussy now. I needed to take her virginity, and I needed her to take mine.

  “Spread wide for me, baby,” I moaned against her mouth, felt her do just that, and then I reached between us once more to grab my cock. “I need to be raw in you, Meghan. I need to be able to feel every part of you bare.”

  “God. Yes, Brendan.”

  Maybe I should have been worried about a baby, but the truth was the very thought of her big with my child pleased me. But that didn’t mean she was ready for all that. “But I can wear a condom if you want.”

  “I’m good. I just finished my period so we should be okay in that regard.” She chuckled softly. “Is that a mood killer or what?”

  I pressed my hips tighter against hers, showing her this was most definitely not a mood killer.

  She was making me lose my mind, but fuck, was that a good thing.

  With the tip of my erection at her entrance and my eyes focused on hers, I knew I had to just do this. I hated that I’d cause her pain, and if I could have taken that away from her, I would have in an instant. But the thought of popping her cherry, taking it as mine, and knowing her virgin blood would streak my dick, had my entire body trembling.

  “Just do it, Brendan. Don’t worry about anything else.”

  And I did just that.

  I thrust all my inches into her and hated that she gasped in pain because of me. I couldn’t help the groan that left me at the tight, wet feeling of her pussy. She was so hot, so primed for me, I almost came right then. When I was fully inside her, my balls pressed right up against her ass, I stilled.