Big Roomie

by Penny Wylder

  “How is a guy like you single?” she says and leans her head on my shoulder. I stiffen, looking at Channa for a way out. Channa bites her lip and looks away. I can tell she’s uncomfortable too.

  “Just not interested in that sort of thing right now,” I lie.

  “Well, we should put an end to that, shouldn’t we?” she says. “We should enjoy ourselves while we have the time. We’re only here another week.”

  Clearly she’s not getting the not-so-subtle hints I’m throwing at her.

  Her hand goes to my knee. When it slides up toward my lap, I’ve had enough. I stand abruptly, almost knocking her on the ground. My plate skitters to the ground but doesn’t break, scattering food all over the ground. She struggles to right herself and looks up at me with a glare.

  “What the hell?” she says.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t,” I say.

  But in her buzzed stupor, Lillian doesn’t back off.

  “Lillian, maybe you should get some coffee in you,” Deb says. It seems everyone can see how uncomfortable and uninterested I am except for Lillian. Channa is chewing on her thumbnail, looking horrified.

  Lillian doesn’t listen to her friend. She grabs my hand and stands up. “Why don’t we take this party of two back to my room?”

  I shake her off and put her at arm’s length.

  She giggles. “Playing hard to get?” By now she’s had way too much to drink and is slurring her words.

  “Stop,” I tell her, putting force behind the words. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m into Channa. We’re together.”

  Lillian’s mouth falls open. Deb looks confused and stares at Channa, but Channa is watching me. Pain and anger distort Lillian’s features. She whips around and glares at Channa. “Is he serious?”

  Channa looks like she might cry. I can tell it kills her to hurt her friend, and I know I shouldn’t have said anything, but they were going to find out eventually.

  “I’m sorry, Lil, I should have told you yesterday.”

  Lillian stands up and puts her hands on her hips in a display of irritation. “You’re damn right you should have. You had every opportunity to tell me when I was going on about how hot he was and talking about my crush, but instead you wait until I humiliate myself? Some fucking friend. Thanks for ruining my vacation.”

  “Lillian, wait,” Channa calls out, but it’s too late. She’s already stormed off into the house.

  9

  Kain

  I chase after Channa who runs into the house behind Lillian. Lillian grabs a bottle of tequila off the counter and takes a large gulp. The last thing she needs right now is to get drunker than she already is, but there are no signs of her slowing down.

  “Will you please just calm down,” Channa begs.

  “You made me look stupid, Channa. I wouldn’t have hit on Kain had you been honest with me and told me you guys had a thing. Why would you do that?”

  Channa sighs. I want to hold her, comfort her right now. I hate seeing her so upset, but I know it’s not my place to butt in. This is my fault to begin with.

  “I didn’t know how to tell you,” Channa admits.

  Lillian taps her foot and scowls. “There’s no excuse. It was selfish.”

  “I know. I agree with you.”

  “Did you have sex with him?” Lillian asks.

  Both Channa’s friends are staring at her. Channa glances at me. I shrug, not knowing what she should do. If she lies, it will only make things worse, and I know Channa is sick of lying to her friends.

  “Yes,” Channa says.

  Deb gasps.

  Lillian shakes her head. “You’re an idiot for losing your virginity to a guy you’ll never see again.”

  That’s it. I can’t keep my mouth shut any longer. I get that they’re best friends and they need to hash this out, but I’m not about to sit here and let Lillian go after Channa and attack my character.

  “I’m not just some hookup,” I tell her. “Don’t tear Channa down just because you got your pride hurt.”

  Lillian makes a sound of disgust. She stomps off. I was assuming she would go to her room and sleep it off, then tomorrow morning she would wake up with yet another hangover and they would make up. But instead of going up to her room, I hear the front door slam as she heads off into the storm.

  Deb rubs her hands over her face. “Well this night is a bust.”

  “I’m sorry, Deb,” Channa says.

  Deb smiles with the corner of her mouth. “I know. This isn’t your fault. How were you to know she was so interested in Kain when Lillian was flirting with half of London? She’ll get over it. You know how she is when she’s been drinking and there are guys involved.”

  Channa nods but doesn’t seem to take any comfort from her friend’s words. Channa goes to her room and shuts the door, leaving me alone with Deb.

  I’m surprised to see the annoyance on Deb’s face when she looks at me. “You know this is your fault, right?” she says.

  “How so?” I ask.

  I’m sure she’s right, but I want to hear it from her. It’s hard for me to see the bigger picture when all I can think is how much I want to be with Channa.

  “Channa is naïve when it comes to romance. She’s twenty-five and only now lost her virginity. You know better and you should have backed off. You’re going to break her heart. She’s not going to think of this thing she has with you as just a fling. It’s selfish.”

  “To me it’s not just a fling, I—” I abruptly stop talking when Channa walks past me wearing a thick winter coat.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To get Lillian. She’s out there, wandering the streets in the rain, drunk.”

  I grab my jacket off the back of the chair. “I’m going with you.”

  It’s pouring so hard now that the gutters struggle to absorb the excess water, causing the streets to flood slightly. It’s a miserable night made worse by the heightened emotions. If this were anyone but Channa, I would have walked away and not bothered with the drama of it all. But this is Channa and she’s worth everything.

  “Channa, wait.” I grab her arm, but she shakes me off.

  “I need to find Lillian.”

  “Will you please stop.” I grab her again. This time I don’t let her pull away. “Please let me help you. We’ll find your friend.”

  “Why even bother? This isn’t your problem.”

  “Why bother? Because I love you. That’s why. That’s what you do for people you love.”

  Channa stops. She turns slowly to look at me. Her hair is matted to her face. Rain pours off the tip of her nose and she squints in the faint sepia light of the streetlamps. She wipes the water from her eyes, blinking away the drop from her lashes.

  “I love you too, but what does it matter? I’ll be gone in a week. Then what?”

  My heart thumps hard in my chest. It’s hard to hear over the sound of it in my head. I guess I didn’t really expect her to feel the same. Now that I know she does, there’s no way in hell I’m letting go.

  I start to tell her as much but then we hear Lillian cry out in pain. Channa runs toward the sound of her friend’s voice. I chase after her. We find Lillian in a ditch, a current of gutter water washing over her legs.

  “I twisted my ankle,” Lillian says, her face contorted with pain.

  “It might be broken,” I say. “We need to get her to the hospital.

  I lift her off the ground and carry her back to the work truck I borrowed. Channa splashes ahead of me to get the door. We lift Lillian into the backseat and lay her down while Channa climbs into the passenger seat.

  It’s a quick drive. Channa busies herself doing whatever she can to make Lillian comfortable. It might be a good thing Lillian’s drunk, otherwise she would be in more pain than she seems to be in. When we get to the hospital, Lillian is wheeled back into the emergency room, leaving Channa and me alone in the waiting room. We’re both quiet. There’s hardly anyone in here with us. Those who are, have thei
r eyes glued to the TV in the corner, watching the latest episode of some British baking show.

  I can’t stand the silence anymore. “I want you for more than a week,” I say.

  She looks at me, not seeming confused at all by the sudden admission. She knows exactly what I’m talking about, picking up where we’d left off just before we’d heard Lillian cry out in the street. “I want you more than two, or five, or twenty weeks.” She stares at me. Tears start to trickle from her eyes, rolling slowly down her flushed cheeks. “It’s selfish to ask you to stay while I finish this job. I won’t do that to you. But I want you to stay so badly.”

  Her breath wavers, and she’s crying freely now, her tears coming down faster than she can wipe them off.

  She reaches out to me, takes my face in her cold, delicate hands and kisses me. “If you’re serious about wanting a relationship with me—a real relationship, not just some hookup, then I’ll stay. I love you. I just want to be with you.”

  “I want to be with you too. And you know this isn’t just a hookup. I love you. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you. Once this job is done, we can go wherever you want.”

  She smiles and we kiss again, not caring that the waiting room is starting to fill up.

  Someone clears their throat next to us. We look up. Lillian is standing there, shaking her head with a tired smile. Her foot is in a cast and she’s holding herself up with crutches.

  “Kain, if I’d known you were such a sap, I wouldn’t have crushed on you so hard,” she says to me.

  When I laugh, so does she. Then she looks at Channa, her eyes watery with unshed tears. “I was stupid and drunk. I’m sorry,” Lillian says.

  “I’m sorry too.”

  “Now can we please go back to the flat? They gave me some serious pain meds that are about to knock me on my ass.”

  “Yeah, let’s get out of here and get into some dry clothes,” Channa agrees.

  We climb back into the truck and head back to the flat.

  10

  Channa

  Once I get Lillian out of her wet clothes and into her flannel pajama set, she settles into bed and promptly falls asleep. Deb is already passed out on the couch. She’d stayed up waiting for us. By the looks of the empty beer bottles, she had a solo party while she waited.

  I go back to my room to get out of my own wet clothes, trading the heavy wet sweater for a warm oversized t-shirt. I stack the fireplace with wood and start a fire, shivering as I watch it start to ignite.

  There’s a knock on the door. I wonder if Deb woke up with questions. “Come in.”

  It’s not Deb, though. Kain is standing in the doorway in only a pair of plaid pajama pants. His muscular chest is dotted with goosebumps. When we got home, we realized the fire in the main part of the house had gone out, leaving the place frigid.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were able to get the fire in your room started,” he says.

  “Is that all you came in here for?” I say playfully.

  He lifts his eyebrows, seeming surprised by my boldness. He’s right to feel surprised. I’m normally the shy one. But I want him and I’m tired of keeping it a secret. Now that my friends know everything, there’s no reason for us to hide anymore. I want the whole world to know that I’m in love with this beautiful man and I plan to keep it that way.

  He stalks toward me. His body is big and powerful, towering over mine. He goes to great lengths to be gentle with me even though I can feel the barely contained energy trying to burst out of him. I know he wants to rip my clothes off and have his way with me, just as much as I want him. But good things come to those who wait—I just hope he doesn’t wait too long. If he wants to fuck my brains out, have at it. I’m not a virgin anymore. Time to take those training wheels off.

  I take off my t-shirt, leaving my naked body exposed to the chilly room. No panties, no bra. Just a pair of perky tits and rock hard nipples waiting for attention.

  I smile when his rigid cock tents his pajama bottoms. “I guess you’re done playing hard to get, then,” he says.

  “That was so yesterday.”

  He laughs and tackles me onto the bed. I squeal and we roll around until he’s on top of me. I’m breathing hard. Every nerve in my body pulses with want. His hard cock presses against me with only a layer of fabric separating us.

  My hands slip beneath the waistband of his pajamas, grasping his muscular ass. It flexes as he pushes up against me. I spread my legs wider to feel him.

  He sits back and takes in my naked body. There is nothing shy about me tonight. The hunger in his eyes makes me bold. I spread the outer lips of my pussy apart and start to rub my clit.

  He groans loud and holds my legs apart, watching with hawk-like ferocity. “Work that little clit,” he says in a deep voice, more growl than words. I slip a finger inside and it comes out soaking wet.

  He leans over and sucks my finger clean. It’s enough to drive him wild. The show is over. He can’t take it anymore. His mouth envelops my whole pussy, his long tongue snaking deep inside, wiggling until finding a sensitive spot. I moan and arch my back. Once he realizes that’s the spot, he lingers there, using that amazing tongue to massage me. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m coming. He drinks it up with enthusiasm, making excited, lusty sounds.

  “You taste so good,” he lays, his lips wet and smelling of me.

  He kisses me deep. We make out, his hands exploring my body, kneading my breasts. He touches every inch of me as if he’s fascinated by the skin on my body. I’ve never had anyone take such care to know my body. My boyfriends in the past only wanted to jump to sex. They never took the time to go out of their way to turn me on. They acted like foreplay was some kind of chore they would rather skip over. Not Kain. He’s in no hurry to get his. He seems just as content to rev me up as he would be to get himself off.

  I roll over on top of him, kissing my way from his lips, down his chin, his neck, his beautiful chest, until I reach his pajama bottoms. I slowly move them down his hips. I have to lift them, as they’re hooked on his massive hard cock. Once they’re over that obstacle, they’re easier to slide down his body. I toss them onto the floor and ogle his perfect, powerful frame. His job must be physically exhausting for him to be so toned and hard.

  I let out a long breath and bring my lips toward that gorgeous dick. While amazing, it’s still very intimidating. I know it won’t be comfortable giving him a blowjob. I practically have to unhinge my jaw like a snake to get him into my mouth, but I manage.

  I lower my watering mouth onto him and feel his whole body twitch.

  “Oh God,” he says loudly. He grabs the back of my head, tangling his fist in my hair. I can tell he wants to thrust into my throat but is restraining himself.

  I suck him down, swirling my tongue around his leaking head.

  “Yeah baby, you’re so good at that. I love the way you suck my cock.” He lifts his head to watch me, biting his lip when my eyes look into his. I watch his face and sink down on him. He slips deeper and deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat, ignoring my gag reflex until my lips touch his balls.

  Kain smiles wide. “Holy shit, you’re amazing. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t stop coming for days.”

  I lift myself off of him, taking a long, steady breath.

  He grabs me, lifting me into his arms and stands up off the bed. He pins me against the wall and kisses me hard and deep, his tongue exploring my mouth. My fingers claw at his head, grasping his hair as he lifts me up. My legs are spread and somehow, with brute strength, he holds me against the wall, my legs dangling over his arms, and he shove his cock deep into my pussy.

  I cry out, knowing very well my friends will probably hear us. All I can do is hope that Deb is too drunk, and Lillian is too hopped up on pain meds to remember or to care.

  I missed this full feeling, the slight pain of his head hitting my cervix when he bottoms out, the pressure, the slip and slide of our wet skin, the pleasure like nothin
g I’ve ever felt before.

  How he’s able to fuck me so hard and keep me in the air is beyond me. It’s as though he has some superhuman strength. Just as I’m about to come, he stops, pulls out and positions me so I’m bent over the bed. He slaps my ass, causing me to yelp, and then my cheeks are being spread and he eats my pussy from behind.

  I’m shaking with pleasure and anticipation. He slurps and sucks at my clit, driving me completely insane. Bolts of electricity shoot through my body with each flick of his tongue. My body feels like a dam ready to burst. I feel so alive, so full and complete. I’m so focused on the intense feelings he’s giving me that I don’t even flinch when he starts rubbing my asshole with his finger. I never thought I would be the kind of girl who would like such a thing, but he’s starting to make me believe in anything.

  He stands up and sinks his dick deep into me from behind. I grasp the sheets, loving how it feels. My ass jiggles with each thrust. I’m grunting into the mattress, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

  If there’s a heaven, this is what it feels like to be there. I know there is no one else who could ever make me feel this way. It’s like our bodies were made for each other. I would be perfectly content being fucked by this one perfect cock for the rest of my life.

  He holds my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pummels me good and hard. I can only imagine how loud I’m being, but neither of us care. We’re too wrapped up in our bodies to worry about the rest of the world.

  I lay in euphoric bliss, cooing and moaning and making all kinds of happy sounds as he thoroughly fucks me. Then he rolls me over. He’s on top of me, looking me in the eyes and something shifts. His thrust are longer, deeper, slower. His eyes search mine as he kisses me gently.

  “I love you,” he says. “The thought of us not being together …” he hesitates. “No, it’s not a thought, it’s a fear. I want to be with you. Forever. Tell me you want the same.”