Tempt Thy Neighbor (Roommate Romps)

by Teagan Hunter

  “You better make sure you know what you’re doing before this goes too far. Because if I take my pants off, I’m going to fuck you, Holland, and we can’t come back from that.”

  He’s right.

  We can’t.

  And right now, I don’t care.

  I haul him back to me and drop my hands to his ass.

  “Then take them off.”

  12

  Sutton

  I don’t dare let her have a moment to second-guess herself or let myself overthink whatever the fuck is happening right now.

  Because I cannot believe this is happening right now.

  I can’t believe I’m standing between Holland’s legs. Can’t believe she’s begging me to take my pants off. Can’t believe we’re about to lose our bet…and ourselves.

  I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that. But I couldn’t not touch her. I can’t convince myself to walk away when I know I should.

  It’s Holland.

  The one woman I’ve ever considered dating. The only woman I’ve ever spent time with and truly felt like myself around. The woman who once tried to use me for her own gain.

  Not to mention she’s my roommate and coworker and that’s a whole other problem on its own.

  But I don’t want to think about that now. Don’t want to think about the consequences that will be waiting for us in the morning.

  Instead, I smack her hands away, loving the way she pouts.

  “Not yet,” I tell her, kissing her bottom lip that’s sticking out. “If I take them off now, it’ll be over far too soon.” Another kiss. “But this?” I finger the hem of her dress. “This can come off…soon.”

  Another pout, and it drives me so nuts I capture her lips with mine, kissing and sucking at them until I’m satisfied.

  Her lips are puffy and swollen when I pull away, eyes glassy with desire as I run my fingertips over her thighs. Her legs fall apart in an invitation…in a plea for more.

  I take a step back, needing to see her fully. She looks gorgeous sitting up on the dresser, like she’s a trophy on display.

  “Wider,” I command, and she complies, and I nearly die right there when I see the wet spot soaking her panties.

  She wants this as badly as I do.

  “Show me.”

  With a single gulp, she slips her hand between her legs and pulls her panties to the side, exposing herself to me.

  She’s just as beautiful as I remember, and the need to touch her overwhelms. I grip her thighs hard, spreading her wider. Her chest heaves with excitement as I step into her, staring down at her with a hungry gaze.

  With one hand gripping her thigh, I slide a single digit over her glistening lips, teasing her.

  “Ughhh,” she groans, arching into my touch, seeking more.

  Just as her eyelids flutter shut, I pull away.

  “You tease.”

  I chuckle, then swipe a finger over her clit just once.

  “More,” she murmurs. “Please, god, more.”

  Happy to oblige, I slide two fingers into her pussy, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure as I hook them up and press my thumb against her swollen clit.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants as she rides my hand.

  I can tell she’s on the cusp of coming, and I can’t help myself when I pull my fingers free.

  “What the fuck?!” she shouts out, glaring at me. “That’s not—”

  I cut her off with a hard kiss that has her cries of frustration turning into moans of pleasure in a moment.

  I kiss her until she forgets she was just about to come, then I pull away, taking her face in my hands.

  “I have a really strong urge to shove this dress up around your hips and fuck you right here, finishing what we started earlier…what we started all those years ago.” She groans at the idea, wanting it just as much as I do. “But first, I want to taste you.”

  She gulps.

  “Can I taste you?”

  A nod.

  It’s all I need.

  I lift her off the dresser and deposit her on the bed.

  “Off,” I tell her, nodding at the dress still covering her body. “All of it.”

  She whips it over her head, then unhooks her bra, tossing them both aside as I yank off my shirt, shucking my sweats and boxer briefs in one swift move.

  I’m fully exposed to her for the first time, and she freezes, staring with unabashed yearning in her eyes.

  Her tongue wets her lips, like she’s hungry for my cock.

  “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, my voice thick as I circle my hand around myself, stroking my length.

  She bites down on her lip, watching me intently. “Yes.”

  It’s whispered, but I hear it still.

  And I swear I grow harder.

  “You can,” I say, slipping my hand over her cheek and lifting her mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “But later. Right now, it’s still my turn.”

  Another nod.

  “Good. Get in the middle of the bed.”

  She turns around, and I can’t stop myself from smacking her ass.

  She yelps and turns to glare at me, but despite that, I see the need in her eyes.

  She lies on her back, spreading her legs wide, and I love how she’s not shy about showing herself to me.

  I follow her onto the bed, lowering myself on top of her, claiming her body with my own.

  I kiss her slow and soft until she’s writhing underneath me, rubbing herself against my thigh, her wetness coating me. Only then do I make my way down, sucking on her nipples briefly but promising myself I’ll come back to them later.

  I need to know if she tastes as sweet as I think she does.

  Her legs fall wider when I press a kiss right above where her panties sit. I flatten my tongue against her, unable to stop myself from getting a sample of what’s to come. A low moan climbs out of her throat at the contact and she curves toward me, seeking more.

  She’s not the only one who wants more.

  I hook my fingers into her lacy black panties and yank the material down her legs with zero finesse, a starved man on a mission.

  I don’t give a second’s notice before I fall back between her legs and run my tongue over her.

  She yelps at the contact, then melts into the mattress as I continue to lap at her. I lick and suck and nip her pussy, my face growing wetter by the second as I bury myself between her legs, certain if I were to die right now, I would have lived a full life knowing she tastes so fucking sweet.

  One hand fists the bedsheets as the other crashes into my hair, and she’s torn between ripping me away and holding me closer.

  “Sutton…I need…to feel…you,” she pants. “Please.”

  Who am I to deny such a request?

  With one last taste, I slip my way back up her body, taking her mouth with mine, showing her just how good she tastes.

  “Condoms?” I ask between kisses.

  “I don’t…I don’t have any.”

  I have no idea why I’m relieved to hear that.

  “Be right back.”

  I dart into my bedroom so fast Barry Allen would be jealous. I come back in record time and roll the condom over my cock as she lies there, legs spread, chest heaving as she works to catch her breath.

  I set a knee on the bed and arch a brow. “You sure?”

  She opens her legs in response.

  I don’t dare waste another second, moving up the mattress until I’m back where I belong—right between her legs. I hook one over my hip and line my cock up with her cunt, giving her one last chance to back out.

  Instead, she grabs my ass and pulls me closer, and I sink into her in one powerful stroke.

  A soft gasp tumbles from her lips as I bury myself to the hilt.

  I should wait. I should give her time to adjust to my size.

  But I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

  I fuck her hard, one hand on her ass, one gripping her hair.

  Her legs wrap around me a
s our bodies find a rhythm, her breaths coming in sharper as I fuck her harder…faster.

  She reaches between us, her fingers finding her clit, working herself closer to the edge. Watching her nearly sends me over, and I have to use every ounce of willpower I have to stave off my orgasm.

  “Please tell me you’re—”

  “I am,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”

  I don’t. I couldn’t even if I tried.

  Her fingers move faster, and just like that, she’s falling apart around me, my own orgasm ripping through me like a tornado on a sunny day—unexpected and powerful.

  I slow my hips as the last of her aftershocks subside.

  Exhausted, I barely manage to hold myself up, dropping my forehead to hers.

  “I—”

  “Yeah.”

  “That was—”

  “Fuck.”

  She shakes with laugher. “Yeah. Fuck.”

  Her lips seek mine, soft and gentle, a stark contrast to what just happened.

  “Sutton?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I think we both lost the bet.”

  I laugh, nodding. “I think we did too.”

  She pads back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a grin, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.

  “That good?” I tease, unable to stop myself.

  And just like that, the grin slips into a scowl. I laugh.

  She glowers at me as she crawls back into her bed, snuggling up to me.

  It surprises me, especially since I thought she’d for sure give me the boot the moment we were finished.

  But somehow, I’m still here, and I’m not about to complain about lying in bed with a beautiful naked woman.

  She rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arm around her, and it somehow feels like the most natural thing I’ve ever done.

  Well, aside from fucking her.

  That felt pretty damn natural too.

  Her breathing begins to even out, and just when I think she’s asleep, she speaks.

  “I don’t care that you’re a Barnes.”

  It’s the last thing I was expecting her to say.

  “Okay.”

  I don’t know what else to say.

  She pushes away, sitting up beside me, not caring that the sheet slips down. With her tits on display, it’s hard to concentrate on what she’s saying.

  “—what you heard, but it’s not what you think.”

  “Huh?”

  She huffs, then drags the sheet back up over her.

  “I said, I’m not sure what you overheard, but I can promise you you’re wrong about it.”

  I shake my head. “No. I heard you talking to your mother. That last time…”

  I don’t know why there’s a lump in my throat all of a sudden. I don’t know why there’s a pang in my chest when I think about what I heard her say.

  “That last time we were together,” I say, pushing through it, “I heard it. I was grabbing a drink from the bar and you were standing two people down with your mother and her friends. I guess you were talking about the eligible bachelors at the event that night. She went down a list of names, tossing out every guy with a net worth over ten million. When she mentioned Thomas and you gagged, I chuckled at your reaction because I can’t stand my brother and I was glad you felt the same.”

  She grins at the memory. “Your brother is kind of awful.”

  “Agreed.” I nod. “But then your mother mentioned me, and I swear I heard every word you uttered clear as day. You said, Well, he does have the biggest bank account. At first, I thought it was funny. I thought you saw me and you were screwing with me. Then you walked away without a backward glance and I realized you never even knew I was there.”

  “So you thought…what? I was going after you for your money?”

  “No. I didn’t think it—I knew you were. Because your mother turned to her friends and said, The plan is working perfectly. Mark your calendars for a June wedding, ladies.” I shake my head, the anger slipping back in. “I thought about the months leading up to that night, how convenient it was that we ended up seated across from one another at every event. All the times my dates backed out at the last minute. All the knowing looks your mother sent me, like she knew what we were doing when their backs were turned. Then it all made sense: she’d been working to get us together for months.”

  “Is that why you…”

  She doesn’t finish, but I know what she’s asking.

  I nod.

  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Sutton, I…I swear to you, I never knew my mom was planning something. I wasn’t part of any scheme. I didn’t…” She shakes her head, unable to finish her sentence.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes! Frankly, I’m pissed you think I would do something like that.”

  “Because I heard what you said. You—”

  “I’m telling you, I had no part in it. What I said was a joke, something to get my mother off my back. Why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you confront me?”

  “Everyone always uses me for my name…my money. It made sense to me that you would too. I wanted to use you before you could use me. I wanted to beat you at your own game.”

  She grinds her teeth together. “Why is it always a damn competition with you?”

  She’s right. It is.

  But when you spend your life competing for the love and attention of your parents, it’s a hard habit to break.

  “Because I’m messed up.”

  She blows out a puff of air, crossing her arms over her chest. “You got that right.”

  Her bottom lip is caught tight between her teeth, and I want to pull it free and kiss away the sting I know it’s causing.

  And I do just that.

  She yelps as I haul her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly so she can’t run from me.

  She wiggles, but all it does is cause my dick to stir to life.

  “Let me go. I’m mad.”

  “No.”

  “Sutton…” she warns, trying to get free.

  I slap her ass, and her eyes grow warm…and so does her pussy.

  “Quit moving,” I instruct. “I want to ask you something.”

  “What.” It comes out a statement, not a question, her teeth gnashed together.

  “You didn’t know?”

  She rolls her eyes. “No.”

  “Swear it.”

  Her bottle green eyes bore into me…through me, and before she even speaks, I know what she’s about to say is true.

  “I didn’t care about your money. Hell, I don’t care about money at all. I never did. I was perfectly fine with my life before my father won the lottery. And I didn’t care about your last name. All I cared about was you.” She drops her forehead to mine, my cock brushing against her as she leans forward, a moan slipping free. “I swear it, Sutton.”

  My fingers dig into her hips as she begins rocking against me.

  “I believe you.”

  Her shoulders shake with a soft laugh. “Are you just saying that because I’m sitting on your cock?”

  “You’re not on it yet.”

  Her wetness coats me as she rocks against me again, grinning. “I could be.”

  “You could, but I have to say something first, and I need you to stop moving while I say it.”

  She stops grinding against me, pulling back and meeting my eyes. “What?”

  “I…I…”

  That fucking lump is back in my throat.

  Why is it so hard to talk about this? Why does it make my chest hurt to think about it? Why did I have to fucking hurt her like an idiot?

  I lick my tips, trying again.

  “I’m sorry.”

  A soft gasp slips out of her mouth, and her eyes shine with tears.

  One breaks free and I catch it with my thumb, hating that I’m the cause of her tears.

  “I’m sorry,” I say again, swallowing back another lump. “So fucking sorry.”

 
“Show me,” she says quietly, lifting her hips and sinking onto my waiting cock with ease. “Show me how sorry you are.”

  It’s slow…cautious.

  She doesn’t close her eyes.

  She doesn’t toss her head back.

  She stares at me, lip tucked between her teeth, rocking against me painfully slowly as her tits bounce with her movements.

  I’m barely hanging on when she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before whispering in my ear, “Fuck me, Sutton. Make me forget.”

  I snap.

  Our mouths crash together so hard we knock teeth and I fuck up into her, gripping her hips so tightly I’m sure she’ll have marks come tomorrow.

  Her hands crash through my hair, pulling at it as she meets my thrusts, slamming down on me, her head falling back in bliss.

  I glance over her shoulder to the mirror, watching, loving the way she looks bouncing on my cock.

  The way we look together.

  I slam my eyes closed before I can love it too much.

  I can feel her legs quake before I feel her falling apart around me.

  “Sutton!” she moans as she comes, her pussy gripping tight, milking me.

  But I still don’t stop. I keep showing her. I keep telling her how sorry I am.

  I swallow her moans, her cries, and her pleas until she comes again.

  Only then do I let myself fall apart too, emptying everything I have inside of her.

  She collapses against me, her legs still shaking as she works to catch her breath.

  “Holy shit,” she mutters.

  “Yeah.”

  “That was…intense.”

  “Yeah,” I say again, because that’s all I can manage.

  She chuckles lazily, letting her body sink into mine. I hold her to me, not ready to let her go yet as I soften inside of her.

  I have no idea how long we sit like that. Long enough for our sweat to turn cold, goose bumps pebbling across her skin.

  Long enough for the cum to start dripping down her leg.

  She must feel it too because she pushes off me, eyes wide.

  “Oh fuck,” I mutter, banging my head against the headboard. “I’m so sorry. I just…I got caught up. Are you…?”

  “I’m good. I’m on birth control and got tested at my gyno three months ago. I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year, and I’ve never had sex without a condom.”