My cock throbs in my pants, and I’m glad that I’ve already given her one orgasm, because the way I feel, I don’t know how long I’m going to last once I get inside her. Suddenly, Roxy pulls my head back, almost as if she senses my worry. “Fuck me! Pull your cock out and fuck me!”
I grin as I hurriedly undo my belt and yank my pants down, my cock standing thick and proud. I pull again, buttons flying as I tear my shirt off.
I don’t care. All I see is Roxy as she holds her long, perfect legs open for me, her pussy calling to me as I line myself up. I stop, just before taking her, realizing I don’t have a condom. I hadn’t thought of it. “Roxy . . .”
“In my bedroom nightstand,” she says, knowing what I’m thinking. “It’s the room on the right. And hurry. If you don’t fuck me now, you’re never getting another chance,” Roxy growls.
I practically run, grabbing a condom and getting back to her as fast as I can. Who am I to deny a lady what she needs? She’s writhing on the couch, moaning for me to hurry. With a deep growl, I slide it on in one smooth motion. I take a deep breath, then thrust forward, filling her in one long stroke that leaves us both wide-eyed. Her pussy is perfect, gripping me and massaging my shaft as I stay deep inside her, grinding my hips against her as I claim her. Never have I felt anything like it, and I pull back, pausing for a moment before I sink into her again, relishing the sensation. I moan deeply as Roxy wraps her legs around me, both of us lost in a haze as our bodies fall into rhythm.
I thrust hard and deep, each stroke of my cock making Roxy’s body shake as I pound her into the couch. Reaching up, I grip the back of her head as my lips find hers and we kiss hungrily. My hips stroke over and over into her, slapping against her legs and ass as I abandon myself. She’s perfect, squeezing and clenching around my cock so tightly that it feels like my balls are going to explode.
With each hard, driving stroke, Roxy’s eyes darken and her mouth drops open, her body overwhelmed by the feeling of what I’m doing to her. There’s no breath for words, just the harsh pants and grunts of two people meeting in deep, intense, passionate sex. My fingers clutch the back of her couch as I give her everything I have, my muscles rippling and the sweat running down our bodies as we hurtle together toward what I know is going to be an earthshaking orgasm.
“Almost there,” I grunt harshly with the last of my control, my cock throbbing and steely hard within her.
“Come for me, Jake!” Roxy moans, and I’m pushed over. I thrust deep into her, crying out as I come. She’s right with me, and her body shakes as she comes around my cock. I kiss her, holding her close as I tremble, staying deep within her as I catch my breath.
I pull back and rip off the condom when we can finally breathe again, looking at her, and she realizes I’m looking for a trash can. “Over there.” She points. As soon as I toss it in, I realize this may have been a mistake. We’re not going to be the same at work after this.
Who gives a shit? The little voice inside me whispers as I pick up her exhausted body and carry her toward her bedroom. I didn’t even notice before, but looking around, I can see the music posters adorning the walls. And next to her bed sits the pile of demo CDs she told me about earlier. You want her. She’s worth breaking the rules for.
“I’m going to have to go,” I whisper quietly as I stroke her angelic face. Roxy nods and gives me a hopeful smile. “I don’t think Mr. Felix is happy with me as it is.”
She smiles, looking at me with those same deep eyes. “Jake . . .”
“I know,” I whisper, kissing her softly. I’m so tempted to stay, but I have to go. It just isn’t the right time yet, and Sophie will probably wonder what the hell happened if I’m not there in the morning. “I’ll see you Monday?”
“Monday,” she murmurs, dozing off. I watch her fall asleep, and I slowly make my way out to the living room, where I grab my shirt off the floor and shrug it back on. I let myself out quietly, a new thought coming to my mind.
Fuck any rules. I don’t care about any of that. All I’m thinking is that she’s got the talent, and she needs to rediscover her heart for it.
Roxy
I come awake with a gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. For an instant, I don’t know where I am. I reach for Jake, but I moan in disappointment when I realize he’s not here.
“It was just a dream,” I mutter. A dream in which Jake stayed the night, then served me breakfast in bed. Followed by the hottest morning cuddlefuck a girl could dream of.
“What’s the saying?” I yawn, stretching out my arms above my head and hearing my bones pop. “If it’s too good to be true then . . .” An ache runs down my side, bringing my mind back to last night.
I don’t know how long it was before Hannah came back in. She’d woken me up, but I dropped off again quickly.
I’ve never felt anything like what Jake and I did last night. It was amazing, the way his lips danced on my skin, the way electricity crackled from every touch. He was powerful, tender, demanding, and giving, all at the same time. I’ve never been driven so wild to demand that a guy fuck me. I blush as I remember telling him to fuck me.
“Those eyes,” I say to myself, lying back and putting my forearm over my eyes. “The way he touched me, the way he looked at me . . . he almost stopped my heart.”
There’s that nickname of his again, and as soon as the words come out of my mouth, I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. Words and a tune start flowing through my head like a river.
I can’t stand this creep, where is my Superman?
He’s late, but I don’t give a damn.
One glance in his eyes, and I know what I need.
Gimme mouth to mouth, because he’s a total Heartstopper.
I jump out of bed and grab a pen and notepad from my nightstand, scribbling down some lyrics as I hum the tune that’s running around in my head. It’s been a long time since I had the urge to write a song. I’ve always been more of a performer than a creator. But being with Jake seems to have inspired me.
“What are you doing?”
The words pierce my consciousness, and I let out a cry, my pen clattering to the table as I jump and look in the doorway. Hannah is staring at me, clearly hungover, with her hair in a disheveled blonde halo, looking like a crazy cave woman. “Jesus, Hannah, you scared the shit out of me. Ever heard of knocking?”
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be working with Mr. Rabbit,” she half jokes. She comes over and flops on my bed, throwing her arm over her eyes and groaning melodramatically. “Shoot me, would you? I have the worst headache.”
“So much for being the responsible one,” I tease, closing my notebook after picking up my pen. “Talking shit about me, and you look like you got fucking wasted.”
Hannah’s mouth pinches as she keeps her eyes covered. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can do what I want. But it won’t happen again . . .”
The door creaks open, and we both jump and let out bloodcurdling screams. Mr. Felix stops and peers curiously back and forth between us, padding into the room before hopping up on the bed, looking at us both like he’d like to give us a long lecture on duties to the boss . . . namely, him.
“Jesus.” We both laugh. “Can we get any jumpier?”
Hannah lies back on the bed, still shading her eyes. “So how did you get home last night?”
She knows damn well how I got home. That’s not what she’s asking. “Jake drove me home, remember?”
Hannah lifts her arm, peering at me suspiciously. “And that’s all that happened?”
I do my best to keep a straight face. “Yes, what did you think might happen?”
Hannah grins painfully. “I don’t know, maybe you screwed him and actually killed him this time with that hungry pussy of yours? Is his body in the closet?” She gets up off my bed and goes over, yanking the door open and taking a look. “Yoo-hoo! Jake? You in here?” she calls. “If you’re alive, tap your foot. I’ll rescue you!”