The Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 8

[A tad bit steamy]

     Avery hands are on my hips and they weren't doing what I would like them to do. He is pushing me off and I pull him back towards me. It's like a game of tug of war, but with our bodies.

     "Avery stop." He pushes me off this time with enough force, I stumble towards the bed.

     "Seriously!" I slam my fists against the mattress. "Are you seriously rejecting me!?"

    He flicks on the light. "You're drunk and I really don't want to hear you nagging me for f*****g you, in the morning. We need to set some house rules."

     "House rules?" Damn it I was supposed to be the first one to mention it, now I feel like in a sense he has the upper hand.

     "Yes," he digs in what I'm assuming is his book bag. "We are going to write down our rules and both sign it."

     "Now?" I really want to have s*x not make rules.

     "Yes now. You can't keep your hands to yourself." He sits on the bed, a bit further away from me. When I don't want him to touch me and make s****l remarks he does and now that I want him to do all those things and more, he doesn't.

     "I'm going to bed." I crawl to the head of the bed, getting underneath the blanket.

     "Rules first." Avery states and I glare at him.

     "Fine rule number one, if you aren't trying to f**k me—get out so I can sleep." He seems to think it over before standing up. "Like I thought. All bark and no bite." I'm poking a beast I know it, but I want what I want.

     "Avery, don't test me." He throws his book down on the night stand.

     "Avery, don't test me." I mock him. "I'm giving you myself on a double platinum platter and you are just not doing anything with it."

     "You're drunk."

     "Not drunk enough." I exhale deeply. "Your friend Erwin seem like a great guy. I'm sure I can get him to—"

     "His name is Eric and no." His jaw tightens.

     "No? Avery if you aren't about to, bury yourself deep inside me I can find someone else. Seriously." I say through gritted teeth. Now you see why Vicky had been just so adamant about him coming home later. Another reason why I don't like to get too hammered. The s****l drunken Avery says what she wants and will stop at nothing.

     Avery watches me before he lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. I'm mentally doing the happy dance right now. I'm about to get laid, thank you s*x gods! I watch his hands work at taking his belt off, followed by his jeans and boxers. Oh my.

     "Close your mouth and take off your clothes." His voice is a bit huskier. "Now." He starts to rub his already hard member, watching me. I do as I'm told, I think I look seductive doing it but then again I'm just all to eager to have him inside of me.

     Picking up his pants he pulls out a condom.

     "No foreplay?" I damn near sound heartbroken.

    "Is that what you want?" He places one knee on the bed, I spread my legs wide given him his answer. He makes a throaty sound of appreciation. "Touch yourself." He looks up from wet s*x to my eyes. "Now."

     My hand quickly makes it way to my aching core. I'm wet, extremely wet. My fingers are rubbing for a release and Avery catches on and stops me. Bringing my wet fingers to his mouth. One by one he sucks on my fingers. Sweet baby mochi, this is turning me on more.

     "Avery, once I start there is no stopping until I fully satisfy you." His tosses the condom packet on the pillow beside me and goes for my aching core. I prop myself on my elbows watching him. I can feel his breath against my lips and I shiver. He isn't doing anything just looking at me.

     "What are you waiting for." I'm breathless.

     "Say the words." I groan as he begins placing kisses on the inside of my thighs. "Those two words are the answer to get what you seek."

     "You want me to beg?"

     "No, we'll save that for another night." He winks. "Like I said I won't stop until I—"

     I got it. "Satisfy me." I nearly shout and his mouth goes straight to work. I fall back against the bed, grabbing two handful of sheets. How will I be able to forget about his magical mouth once the night comes to an end? His skillful tongue swirls around my bud and I lift my lower body.

     "f**k," I moan as he buries two fingers deep inside me, moving at a rapid pace. "Avery." I call out his name and he stops, now hovering over me.

      "I prefer you to call me Sir." He crashes his lips against mine and I open my mouth letting him in. I can taste myself and moan with delight. He breaks the kisses, kneeling up straight. Avery brings the condom packet to his mouth tearing it open.

     "Why Sir?" I watch him work the condom over his hard shaft. I was never into calling guys daddy during s*x, but if this is what it takes to get me off then so be it.

     "Because from this moment on your mine." He leans back over taking my right n****e into his mouth. So, calling him Sir must be a kink of his and it's only for one night so I don't see the harm in calling him that. Avery bites down on my n****e hard enough to cause a pleasure pain sensation.

     Sweet baby mochi.

     I feel him line his shaft with my entrance and he thrusts inside of me. My eyes roll back and I let out a loud moan I don't know if I said Sir, Avery or it could be a mash up of Sir Avery, either way he is loving it and thrusts harder.

     "f**k you feel so good." He kisses my neck, turning me on more. Placing one of my legs over his shoulder he thrusts deeper moving slower now and I move a little faster trying to slam against him.

     "Ave—Sir. f**k me." I open my eyes and he is staring at me.

     "I will," he grunts. "Let me take my time with you."

     All through the night he would take it slow and then pick up the pace over and over again, using condom after condom. After round two I was no longer drunk off of alcohol. I wish I was because being drunk off of Avery's touch is worse, I craved for his touch. The sheets are clinging to our bodies as we lay in silence.

     "Avery," I call out to him.

     "Hmm?" I wish the lights were on so I can see his face. But by the sounds of it he must be sleepy.

     "Never mind."

     "You want more?" He shifts on the bed, wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me towards him. I do want more, but I just don't want to admit it.

     "No, just saying goodnight." I snuggle deeper into his chest.

     "Remember you're my mine now. I'll never deny you that." He yawns. "Goodnight princess." He kisses the top of my head.

     "Goodnight." I yawn back, welcoming the sleep to take my under.