Misadventures with My Roommate

by Elizabeth Hayley

  She wrapped her leg around his thigh as if she was trying to climb him, so he took the hint and hoisted her up. “Need…naked…now.” Her words came out in harsh pants.

  “Your place or mine?” he asked her. His hands were kneading her ass as he sucked and nipped along her throat.

  “I…I want…Christ,” she gasped and speared her hands into his hair and pulled. When he was looking at her, she continued, “I can’t think with you doing that.”

  “Sorry,” Gavin said, though he knew his tone told her he was anything but.

  She gazed at him for a second, her lips pursed like she was mulling something over.

  “Do you want to stop?” he asked, her hesitation making him unsure.

  The appalled look on her face was enough indication that that was not something she wanted. But the “What are you, insane?” she yelled at him also helped chase his doubts away.

  “Then why are you doing that weird thing with your mouth?”

  She smirked. “Oh, baby. I can do tons of weird things with my mouth. If you’re nice, I’ll show you sometime.”

  His dick, which had flagged a bit, really liked that answer.

  “I don’t want to have sex in either of our rooms,” she said.

  “Okay.” Gavin waited for her to continue.

  She released a deep breath before speaking again. “If you think it’s too weird, we don’t have to. It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do, and I thought…maybe…you’d be up for…”

  “Spit it out, Blake.”

  “Remember later that you told me to spit.”

  “I’m seriously going to drop you on your ass if you don’t tell me what you want.”

  “You’re so salty,” she said as she tightened her grip on his neck. “Let me whisper it to you.” She leaned in, nipping at his earlobe before saying, “I want you to fuck me on my Kama Sutra tiles.”

  And his cock was fully back with the program. “Yes. Let’s do that,” he replied quickly as he began carrying her toward the bar top that separated the living room from the kitchen. He dropped her onto it and then urged her to lie back so he could climb on top. He rocked against her as he kissed her deeply.

  Clothes began flying every which way as they ripped them off one another. But before Gavin completely shucked his pants, he reached into them and withdrew a condom from his wallet.

  “Like a fucking Boy Scout,” Blake said.

  “With you around, I’m not taking any chances of being unprepared.” Gavin ducked his head for a second before refocusing on her.

  “Just so you know, I’ve been tested since the last guy I messed around with and have an IUD. If the same goes for you, maybe we could…”

  She didn’t finish her sentence, but Gavin couldn’t help but tease her. “I don’t have an IUD.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Forget I said anything.”

  He dipped down and kissed her before drawing back and looking her in the eyes. “I’ve been tested since my last partner too.”

  “So you wanna?” she asked.

  Caressing her skin at her hairline with his thumb, Gavin said, “Say what you want, Blake.”

  She huffed. “You’re so annoying. Fine, do you want to fuck me bare? Because I could really—”

  Her sentence was cut off by Gavin’s lips on hers because he couldn’t keep them off her.

  Gavin grinned against her mouth. “You trust me that much?”

  “I trust you maybe a little too much,” she whispered.

  “I think you trust me just the right amount,” he said before dipping his head so he could lick and suck on her nipples, which caused her back to arch off the counter.

  “Need you in me,” she whimpered.

  Gavin guided himself into her with one long, smooth motion. He thrust into her as his fingers toyed with her nipples, and she writhed beneath him like she was trying to simultaneously get away from him and also pull him deeper inside her.

  Gavin looked at the tile beneath her, and the dueling erotic sights caused his balls to draw up. He wasn’t going to last, and he needed her to catch up with him. His hand drifted down her body until it reached her clit. As soon as he made contact with it, she bucked harshly.

  “Fuck, yes. Right there.”

  He continued to play with her clit as he drove into her, his hips pumping wildly as his orgasm rested on a precipice. Two more thrusts and he was hurtling over it, his release slamming through him and emptying into her. Her slick walls felt amazing around his sensitive cock, but he didn’t let himself bask in the afterglow.

  Scooting back, he licked a trail down her stomach before he arrived at his destination and began lapping at her clit.

  She thrust her hands into his hair, holding him in place even though he had no intention of going anywhere. He pushed into her with two fingers as his tongue continued to flick at her sensitive bud.

  He darted his eyes up to see the ecstasy on her face. He watched as her shoulders lifted off the tile and her entire body shook with her orgasm. He felt her wetness envelop his fingers. It had his spent cock twitching, but he ignored it to climb back up her body and press soft kisses everywhere he could reach.

  Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He planted his elbows on either side of her head and looked down at her. He knew the smile on his face looked smug, but he didn’t give a shit.

  “Proud of yourself?” she asked with a smile of her own.

  Gavin shrugged his reply, but his smile grew wider.

  “Well, you sure as hell should be. I bet these tiles learned a thing or two tonight.”

  Gavin buried his face in her neck and laughed like he couldn’t remember ever doing after sex before. It was cathartic in a way he never would’ve expected. Though he guessed being with Blake in any capacity was likely to have that effect on him. Not that he’d ever tell her that.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Blake had been busy since she’d walked into Reed’s. There had evidently been some kind of softball championship for grown men earlier in the day, and they’d all decided Reed’s was the perfect place to end their failed attempt at recapturing their youths. Blake was never more thankful to have a bar between her and the crowd since she only came up to mid-gut on most of the softball players. And the more pitchers of beer they had, the more they leered at her.

  She really hoped she didn’t have to junk-punch anyone before the night was over.

  As she filled an order of Bud Light pitchers and shots of tequila, her eyes snagged on Gavin, who was sliding onto a stool at the bar with Simon. She held up a finger to them and carried the drinks over to the cocktail waitress to deliver.

  “It’s packed in here,” Gavin said when she reached them.

  “It’s been like this all night. I’m about to pull the fire alarm to clear some of them out.”

  Gavin laughed. “That’d only clear some of them?”

  “Yeah, the regulars know better than to give up their seats unless they hear sirens.” Even though Gavin was laughing, Blake wasn’t kidding. Joe Reed, the owner of the bar, had actually installed a fake fire alarm that didn’t alert first responders in case a fight broke out or some other emergency. Blake was sure it was illegal as hell, but it served its purpose. “What can I get you guys?”

  “What do you have on tap?” Simon asked.

  Blake ran through the five beers and then recited the twelve more they offered in bottles. Both guys ordered lagers in a bottle, which was easy enough for Blake.

  “Can you start us a tab?” Gavin asked.

  “I could if I didn’t plan on collecting payment in sexual favors later,” Blake replied.

  Simon nearly choked on his beer as he attempted to prevent himself from spitting it everywhere.

  Shit, Blake thought. Maybe Gavin didn’t want Simon to know they were having sex. “Sorry. I was just…kidding?” she said as she looked at Gavin for some guidance on how to handle her big mouth.

  Gavin smiled and took a si
p of his beer before saying, “If you were kidding, I’m going to be disappointed.”

  A huge wave of relief swept through her at his words. While she would’ve understood if Gavin had wanted to keep their arrangement private, it made her feel good that he didn’t mind if his friend knew.

  “But really,” Gavin said, his smile gone. “Start us a tab. We don’t want you to get into trouble.”

  The reality was, Joe was cool with his bartenders giving out some free drinks to their friends as long as they didn’t abuse the privilege and the friends didn’t order top-shelf shit. But she didn’t want to argue with him, so if Gavin wanted a tab, she’d start him one.

  Simon’s eyes ping-ponged between them as if he was trying to figure them out. Since it wasn’t Blake’s place to fill him in on any more than she already accidentally had, she excused herself to tend to some other patrons.

  She was restocking the beer cooler when she heard someone say, “Jesus Christ, what does a thirsty broad gotta do to get a drink around here?”

  “Walk into the men’s room and get on her knees,” Blake replied without looking up at the voice she knew so well.

  Celeste chuckled. “The crew in here tonight looks like they couldn’t find their dicks with an extra hand and a map.”

  “Guess you’ll have to help them then,” Blake said as she made room for the last bottle, and looked up at Celeste and Emily. “Can I get you anything, Em?”

  Celeste squawked. “What about me?”

  “I know what you want, lush.” Celeste rarely ordered anything other than a margarita when she went out unless she was celebrating or depressed.

  “I’ll have a cosmo,” Emily said.

  “’Kay. I’ll deliver them over there.” She pointed to where Gavin and Simon were sitting.

  “Ooh, you didn’t tell me Simon the Pizza Man was going to be here,” Celeste drawled.

  “Who?” Emily asked.

  “Ya had to be there,” Blake said to Emily. “And I said Gavin was bringing a friend,” she added to Celeste.

  “But you didn’t tell me it was hot Simon. Hmm…” Celeste tapped her lips with her finger. “I wonder if he’ll let me scream a different name in bed.”

  “I feel like you’re skipping a lot of steps,” Blake said, eyeing Celeste as Celeste eyed Simon.

  “What steps?” Celeste asked absently.

  “Like him remembering who you are.”

  Celeste waved her off. “Such unimportant details.”

  Emily and Blake shared a look before amused smiles spread across their faces. It was hard not to be entertained by Celeste.

  “Go say hi while I make your drinks,” Blake said. She watched the two women approach Gavin and Simon and then set about mixing their cocktails. When she plopped them down on the bar in front of her friends, she said, “Has everyone met Emily?” She gestured toward her red-haired friend as she spoke.

  “We have now. I was just thanking her for inviting us to crash that party,” Gavin said with a smirk.

  Sexy bastard.

  Celeste’s affronted face tore her attention from Gavin. “You went to the party without me?”

  “Yeah. You couldn’t go.”

  “That means you can’t go either.”

  Blake eyed her friend. “That’s clearly not what it means since I went.”

  “You’re a terrible friend,” Celeste said as she pouted.

  “Speaking of bad friends,” Simon cut in, “I watched that Teen Mom show you were talking about. Why does Simon want to be friends with Farrah so much? She’s an awful human being.”

  Celeste blinked at him for a few seconds before putting her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand. “I think you’re my soul mate.”

  Simon looked stunned for a second before a shy smile crept over his face that he tried to hide by taking a sip of his beer.

  “Blake!”

  She turned at the sound of her name being yelled to see the other bartender Steve holding his hands up with an exasperated look on his face. “I need to get back to work before Steve goes postal. I’ll stop back in a bit.”

  Returning to work kept her busy, but it didn’t stop her from sneaking glances over at her friends repeatedly throughout the night. They looked like they were having a great time, and it made her a little jealous that she couldn’t be having fun with them. Celeste seemed to be hanging on Simon’s every word—an action that seemed to be mutual. And Emily and Gavin were gabbing with a few people sitting near them. Finally, around midnight, the crowd thinned out a little, and she got to spend a little more time talking to them.

  Her friends had just taken another round of shots when Celeste stood up. “Okay, this girl’s had enough. Simon, your place or mine?”

  Celeste’s words made Blake remember a time she’d uttered the same phrase to Gavin. The memory turned her on a little.

  Simon looked gobsmacked as his head shot around to look at all of them before returning his gaze to Celeste. “Um, I have a roommate.”

  “Heavy sleeper?”

  Nodding, Simon responded, “Total stoner.”

  “Your place it is then. One of my roommates stays up late drawing chalk pentagrams on our floors.”

  Celeste dropped two twenties on the bar and then grabbed Simon’s hand to pull him toward the door. It caused Simon to frantically pull cash out of his wallet before stuttering out quick goodbyes to the rest of them.

  “This is too much,” Blake called after them.

  “It’s for getting me laid,” Celeste called back, making a bunch of the customers turn to stare at them.

  “She’s…forceful,” Gavin said with a laugh.

  “You have no idea,” Blake replied. She looked at Gavin, and their eyes caught, holding one another’s stare as if in a trance.

  “I think that’s my cue to leave too. I have to work brunch tomorrow.” Emily rolled her eyes as she spoke.

  “Want me to call you a cab?” Blake offered.

  “To drive me two blocks?” Emily countered.

  “You’re not walking by yourself,” Blake said, her tone serious and unbending.

  “I’ll walk her,” Gavin said as he drained his beer. “Then I’ll come back and keep you company until you can leave.”

  Blake looked at her watch. “That’s still an hour and a half from now,” she warned him.

  He shrugged. “I got nothing else to do.”

  Emily asked how much was still owed on their tab, and Blake replied, “You know I only ever charge you girls twenty each. Celeste took care of your portion.”

  Fishing a bill out of her purse, Emily handed it over. “Nah, that was her payment to her pimp.” Emily laughed at Blake’s groan.

  “Can I settle up when I get back?” Gavin asked.

  “When we get home, you mean?”

  Gavin looked at her with impatience she was pretty sure was an act.

  “Stop being difficult. I can hold your tab for you,” Blake said instead of teasing Gavin further. She’d only rung up every other drink, so the thirty dollars Simon had absently thrown down covered it anyway, but part of her knew that having a tab open guaranteed Gavin would come back. Not that she doubted his word, but she’d learned early on in life that it was always good to have a little insurance.

  Emily gave her a small wave as Gavin shot her a quick smile. She stood there and watched them walk out, wondering how she’d managed to snag such a decent guy as her roommate. She was sure fate would eventually intervene and fuck it all up for her, because that was how her life went. But for now, Blake was going to enjoy having a good man sharing her apartment, who also fucked like a stallion.

  She turned back to the other customers, silently acknowledging that this was probably the happiest she’d been in her entire life. And that fact simultaneously thrilled and scared the fuck out of her.

  * * *

  Gavin walked slowly back to the bar, enjoying the crispness of the evening. He and Emily had exchanged some small talk on the way to her apart
ment—a walk that took less than ten minutes—and she thanked Gavin profusely for accompanying her. Not a single part of Gavin had minded walking with her. It prevented him from sitting at the bar by himself for quite as long while he waited for Blake to finish up.

  He knew he didn’t have to wait for her. Blake managed to get herself home every night she worked. But there was something appealing about walking home to their apartment together. Maybe he could turn it into some kind of extended foreplay. The thought made his dick pulse with arousal.

  When he arrived back at Reed’s, he noticed the crowd had lessened even more since he’d been gone.

  “Hey. I saved your seat,” Blake said when she saw him.

  Gavin slid onto the barstool and looked at the glass of water Blake had set there, presumably to save his spot. “Thanks.”

  “The walk go okay?”

  “Other than the mugging and gang war we got caught in, yeah, it was fine.”

  Blake shook her head. “Such a smartass. You want another beer?”

  “Nah, I’ll drink the water.”

  “Okay. I need to start cleaning up so we can get out of here.”

  Gavin nodded before looking around. “Where’d the other bartender go?”

  “He was first off. Since it slowed down, Joe sent him home. Joe’s in his office if we need him.”

  “Gotcha.”

  “You really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

  “I want to.”

  Blake smiled at him. He couldn’t help the feeling that they were shamelessly flirting, even though neither had said anything remotely provocative. Score one for foreplay.

  He watched her move effortlessly around the bar, wiping things down, straightening bottles, washing glasses, and all the other things that went into shutting the place down. There were still a few stragglers at the bar—regulars, Gavin would guess by the way the staff joked around with them. There was also a fairly large group by the pool tables that kept ordering drinks from the cocktail waitress, who Blake had introduced as Dana.