Flatmates With Benefits

Chapter four: The rules attached

By the end of the week, there was a list stuck on the fridge, in Mia's handwriting. The rules were numbered in ten neat lines. If it wasn't written down somewhere they could both see it, she didn't trust either of them to be able to follow it.

1. Clean up after yourself. Dishes, counters, everything.

2. We split groceries fifty-fifty.

3. Protections are a must.

4. We don't act like a couple, especially not around other people. No kissing, hugging, or

cuddling unless we are alone.

5. No actual sleeping together, one of the two will leave the bed after the deed.

6. No noise in the house after ten P.M. on weeknights.

7. Nobody finds out about us, including friends and family.

8. No nicknames unless in bed.

9. No touching unless it's s****l.

10. If either of us meets someone we actually want to date, it ends immediately

Adrian broke rule nine within two days.

“I said no touching unless it's leading somewhere,” Mia said, crossing her arms, when he stole a piece of toast off her plate. His fingers brushed against hers in the process.

“It was an accident."

“You reached across the counter to do it."

“Efficient route” he shrugged, taking a bite of the toast. He broke rule four next, when he walked her home from a class without being asksd, claiming that it was on his way. Which was a lie considering their class schedules had barely overlapped for the last month.

“This isn't a couple thing,” Adrian said, falling into step with her before she could object, “I just want you to get home safely."

“You don't have to do that."

“I didn't say I had to,” he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets as he fell into an easy pace next to her. “I'm doing it because I want to."

The next rule he broke was rule two. Mia found a bag of groceries in the fridge that she hadn't asked him to buy, and hadn't paid for herself. He bought her favourite kind of snack, the ones she bought regularly.

“I didn't ask you to buy this,” she said, holding the bag in question up as he leaned over his laptop, not paying her any attention.

“You didn’t have to ask,” he said, not looking up from his work. “I saw it, so I grabbed it. You can call it a present."

“We agreed on splitting groceries fifty-fifty. You, breaking that rule, is you doing whatever you want and calling it nice."

“Sure” he said, finally looking up, not showing any sign of annoyance at her tone. “I’m sorry."

…

Adrian came home around midnight, laughing at something on his phone. The way he swerved slightly on his feet made it obvious he was a little tipsy. Mia was curled up on the couch with a textbook on her lap.

“You are still awake,” he said, dropping his keys on the coffee table.

Mia glanced at the clock on the wall then at her book. “I have an eight AM class tomorrow."

“So go to sleep,” he said,shrugging.

“Hard to do when you're messing around at the front door at midnight,” she said, flipping to another page of her textbook. “Rule six. No noise after ten."

“I wasn't loud,” he said.

“You were” she looked up at him this time, noticing that he had removed his jacket and was left in a t- shirt that hugged his muscles. Damn, she thought , clenching her thighs. “You reek of alcohol."

“Cologne, actually” he said, sliding onto the couch beside her. “You're staring."

“I'm not," she lied.

“It's technically a rule nine violation, it's your rule not mine,” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in close, to the point where she could feel his breath on her cheek and it sent shivers down her spine.

“I'm allowed to look at you without it meaning anything, it's not what the rule says."

“No?” he tilted his head, as he studied her. “What does it say, then? Remind me."

“No touching unless it's sexual."

“So we're fine,” he said, as he shifted closer, the space between them almost gone. “Since I'm not touching you."

“You're sitting too close for someone that is not touching me."

“I haven't broken a rule yet,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Tell me to stop and I will."

Mia didn't say anything. Her silence, enough answer for the both of them.

“That's what I thought”. He whispered and closed the small distance between them.

Her silence was the permission Adrian needed. He leaned in, his mouth finding hers with no hesitation. The kiss was deep, hungry, his tongue sliding against hers while his hand cupped the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair. She could still taste the whiskey he drank. She felt the cushion dip as he shifted closer, his knees brushing hers.

His free hand slid down her side, over the thin fabric of her tank top, palm flattening against her stomach before drifting lower. Adrian broke the kiss to nibble on her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She let out a sharp gasp. “Adrian… please,” she whimpered.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his gaze dark with lust. “Please what, Mia? Tell me exactly what you want."

“You,” she whispered. “I want you."

He didn't wait. His fingers hooked under the hem of her tank top and tugged it upward. She lifted her arms, letting him peel the shirt off and toss it aside. Her bra followed, the straps sliding down her shoulders. His mouth closed over one n****e, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the hard bud. Mia's fingers fisted his hair, pulling him closer. He switched to the other breast, sucking just as greedily. His teeth scraped her n****e lightly before he soothed the sting with his tongue. His hand slipped between her thighs, pressing against her c**t through her shorts. Adrian rubbed slow circles over the thin material, feeling her hips jerk in response to his touch.

“Lift up,” he said against her skin. Mia raised her hips and he yanked her shorts and panties down, leaving her bare. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch, spreading her legs wide. Adrian's mouth was on her c**t before she could catch her breath. He licked a long stripe up her c**t then focused on her c**t, circling, flicking and sucking the swollen nub. Mia's hand gripped the couch cushion hard. “Oh god… Adrian…”

Her thighs trembled around his head. He slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot while his mouth kept working her c**t. Wet sounds filled the room– his tongue lapping her c**t and her soft moans and whimpers. She came hard, hips bucking against his face, but Adrian didn't stop. He kept licking through her

release and kept pumping his fingers slowly until her legs shook and she pushed at his shoulders. Only then did he pull back, lips shining and chin glistening with her juice. He pulled his fingers out of her, licking the rest of her juice off his hands.

He stood and unbuckled his belt. His c**k sprang free, thick and long, already leaking with precum. Mia reached for him, wrapping her hand around the base and taking the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting his salty precum. Then she took him deeper, stretching her lip around his shaft, sucking as she bobbed her head. Adrian gripped the back of her head, guiding her movements and muttering her name softly. She curved her cheeks, taking him until the head nudged the back of her throat. As she tightened her mouth around his d**k Adrian groaned. Spit dripped down his shaft onto her fingers as she stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She pulled up for a breath then dove back in, sucking harder.

“f**k, Mia… stop… I can't…” Adrian said, pulling her up. He turned her around so she was bent over the arm of the couch. One hand spread her ass cheeks while the other lined his c**k up to her entrance. He pushed in slowly. Once he was buried to the hilt, he started moving in long deep strokes that made the couch creak. Each thrust tore a breathy moan out of her. He reached over and started rubbing circles on her c**t while he f****d her. He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back and dropped. to his knees again. His mouth was on her p***y again, his tongue thrusting inside her as his nose pressed against her c**t. Three fingers replaced his tongue, pumping fast as he sucked her c**t hard. Mia's second o****m hit her stronger than the first, she cried out his name, clamping her thighs around his head.

Adrian stood again, c**k still rock hard. He climbed onto the couch, straddling her chest and shoved his length back into her mouth. Mia sucked greedily, tasting herself on him. He came with a low groan, hit spurts spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every bit and licked him clean until he pulled away.

They stayed like that for a moment— her sprawled naked on the couch and him kneeling above her, both of them trying to catch their breath.

Adrian leaned down and kissed her slowly. He could taste himself on her tongue. His hand slid between her legs again, three fingers slipping easily inside her p***y. He pumped them lazily while they kissed, his thumb brushing her oversensitive c**t until she whimpered and came one more time around his fingers. He pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while he watched. He stood, tucked himself back into his jeans and grabbed his keys.

“See you in the morning,” he said. The door clicked shut behind him a moment later.

Mia remained on the couch, exhausted. She realised that they will always break the rules.