Roommates (Soulmates #1) (22 page)

Chapter 43: Jenny

I was thrilled to have his eyes on my body.

I could almost feel his intense focus burning my skin, while the
only sounds I could hear were my shallow breathing and the occasional sweep of
his hand as he knocked the grey shavings to the floor.

I couldn't wait to see what he'd done. To have him sculpt my
curves in the grey block was almost as exciting as having his hands on me, and
as he worked, my anticipation grew.

Of course, the longer I sat under his gaze, the keener I became
to reward his efforts.

"You know this is just the block I'll use to make the
prints, right?" he asked. "It's not done after this."

"For today it is," I said, flicking my eyes up at him.

A subtle smile crossed his face, and a spark caught fire in my
core.

"I think it would be better if your tits were in it."

"Too bad," I said. "I'm the client, and this is
how I want it."

He raised his eyebrows. "The client? I didn't realize I was
going to get paid."

"Handsomely," I said, my eyes flashing at him again.

"Don't torture me, Jen. I can barely keep my hand steady as
it is."

"Let me know when it gets really bad," I said.
"I'll let you pull my hair to steady it."

He clenched his jaw and looked back down at the sheet.

Perhaps he thought I was kidding, but I wasn't. Being his muse
was my first official role in this city, and I was loving every second of it. To
be honest, I don't think I would've felt any luckier if I was Nico herself,
stumbling into a Velvet Underground jam session.

And my desire for him was not only becoming unmanageable, but it
was making me feel uncharacteristically bold.

I mean, wanting him in vain was one thing, but now that I'd had
him all to myself and deep inside me, I knew there was only one thing that
could relieve my insatiable craving.

What's more, I was eager to prove to him that I wanted him as
bad as he wanted me, that I wanted him more than all the women he’d had
combined, and that he didn’t have to be gentle with me.

After all, I didn't want to be pigeonholed as his high school
wannabe sweetheart. I wanted to be the star of his darker fantasies, too- the
ones it would make him blush to tell me about.

Because I knew I’d do anything to be his everything.  

And watching him watch me was all the foreplay I needed.

"How's it coming along?" I asked.

"I’m almost done," he said. "You can see it in a
second."

I was so excited I was on the edge of my seat. No one had ever
drawn or painted me before- besides him, of course- and I felt like I had my
own private artist.

"Are we there yet?" I asked.

"Patience is a virtue," he said, throwing a sliver of
linoleum at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay," he said, bending down and blowing the shavings
away. "The linocut for my first ever commissioned piece is done."

I smiled and stood to face him.

His eyes dripped down my naked body as slowly as liquid soap.

I pretended not to notice.

"Well, well, well," I said, stepping between him and
what he'd carved. "So you carved away the bits that you don't want to take
the paint, right?"

"Exactly."

I turned around and looked up at him. "As far as I can tell,
it’s coming along quite nicely."

He smiled.

I laid the palm of my hand over the bulge in his pants.
"Along with your other works in progress."

He clenched his jaw.

I stuck my hands under his soft t-shirt and pulled it off over
his head so his solid chest was only a few inches from mine.

Then I took the linoleum cutter from his hand. It had a smooth,
wooden handle and a short metal tip. I held it backwards and laid it against
his chest. "And is this how you got so chiseled?" I asked, dragging
it along the lines of his stomach.

He kept his eyes on me, his abs flexing with his breath.

I reached behind me and laid the tool on the table.

Then I undid one button of his jeans at a time until the heat in
his pants was bursting against the back of my fingers.

He raised his eyebrows. "Ready for me again so soon?"

I stood on my tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Gagging for
it."

He exhaled and stood still as I kept undressing him, first by
sticking my hands down the sides of his pants and then by forcing them down
over his ass.

His cock sprang up between us, and I stepped forward so it was
pressed against my stomach.

"Your turn to have a seat," I said, nodding at the
bench behind him.

He stepped backwards out of his pants and looked over his
shoulder to find his way. By the time he sat down and looked up, I was standing
between his knees.

He put one hand on my waist and slipped the other between my
legs. "You know I can't get enough of you."

I put my hands on his broad shoulders and inhaled as he slid his
fingertips along my slit. "Promise me you won't stop trying," I said,
squeezing my hands around his shoulders.

I moaned as he slipped his fingers inside me, sending waves of
warmth straight through me like rising bubbles. "Oh god, Ethan." It
was incredible to think his name had been a whisper on my lips for so long and
that now, after all this time, he could hear me aching for him.

He churned his fingers inside me and took one of my breasts in
his warm mouth.

I felt like an instrument in his capable hands, an instrument
that was being played for the first time.

And it felt so good to give myself to him, to be wanted like
that, to know I'd been wanted like that for so long. It was the best feeling in
the world.

And it was time to return the favor.

I put my hands around his face and pulled his mouth from my pursed
nipple.

"What?" he asked, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

I bent over and kissed his mouth, relishing the taste of the
lips that had been a forbidden fruit for so long.

Then I sank to my knees and laid my hand against his cock, the
same cock that had deflowered me the night before.

"I want to taste you," I whispered, glancing up at him
as I curled my fingers around his shaft.

He slid a hand into my hair and pulled it back to get a better
look at my face. "I thought you'd never ask."

Chapter 44: Ethan

The most incredible woman I knew was kneeling before me with my
dick in her hands.

I didn't know what I did to deserve it, but I was thanking my
lucky fucking stars.

"Don't be afraid to tell me how you like it," she
said, her breasts squeezed together as she started stroking my shaft. "I
want this to be good for you."

The pressure in my dick was so intense I couldn’t even smile.

But I knew it was going to be good. Because I didn't just want
this goddess in front me, I fucking worshipped her. So the fact that she was
looking up at me from between my legs was such a rush I wasn't sure which of my
heads was going explode first.

When she parted her lips, I wrapped my hands around the back of
the wooden bench and clenched my jaw as she flicked her tongue around the tip
of my dick, my stomach tightening between us.

By the time she flattened her tongue and started licking me, I
was so hot for her it was hard not to thrust myself between her fat lips.

Thank god she finally wrapped her mouth around me before I
passed out from the suspense.

I don't know why it was so intense. I'd had more blow jobs than I
could recall, but this was different. Not only was Jen incredibly sexy, but her
enthusiasm in pleasuring me was so fucking hot I couldn’t do anything but watch
as she slid her lips up and down my swollen shaft, squeezing me in her hands.

And if I thought I was conflicted about my feelings for her
before, this event threw me into a whole new level of confusion because while I
wanted it to last forever, I also wanted her to suck me faster.

After all, I knew better than to think I could last with this
dream come true on the end of my dick.

I reached for the back of her head and rested my hand on it.

She sped up without any pushing.

I groaned.

She groaned.

Tingles shot up my spine, and I felt my balls swell. "Fuck,
Jenny."

She sped up again, her hand and mouth moving in tandem.

It was too much.

"I'm gonna come," I said, swelling between her lips. I
didn't want to take her by surprise so I repeated it, but she only tightened
her grip and sucked me harder.

I took my hand from her head and gripped the bench so hard I
expected I’d have splinters by the time she was done. Then I exhaled and let my
head fall back.

My body jerked a second later.

I felt my hot seed spill into her throat, relieving the pressure
I'd felt in my temples.

When I dropped my head, she was swallowing me in big greedy
gulps, drinking me down like she’d been looking forward to it all day.

A growl rumbled up my throat as I watched her.

Not even a drop escaped her lips as she milked me right down her
throat, her eyelashes casting long shadows on her cheeks.

It was only then that I realized I was out of breath.

She released my dick and wiped her mouth on the back of her fingers,
a self-conscious blush sweeping across her cheeks as she looked up at me.

"That was incredible," I said, pushing a wisp of hair
from her face.

“Yeah?"

“Yeah.” I cocked my head. "I mean, with a little
practice-"

She smiled and rolled her eyes.

I reached down to help her up.

She rose to her feet and reached out for one of my shoulders.

I put my hands on her hips and spun her around, smoothing one
hand over her ass.

She looked over her shoulder. "Penny for your
thoughts?"

I smiled. "You can have 'em for free." I stood up and walked
her forward until the front of her thighs were pressed against my worktable and
my dick was pressed against her ass.

Then I buried my face in her hair and lifted one of her knees up
onto the table.

She leaned forward and planted her hands on the lino block so
they were halfway up the image of her I’d carved.

Then I reached down, grabbed my cock, and forced her open.

She gasped as I thrust inside her until the firm cheeks of her
ass sank down to the base of my wet shaft.

Then I reached around and rubbed her clit, crushing it against
my dick to show her how hard I still was for her.

"Oh god," she breathed. She righted herself and
reached behind her, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I squeezed one of her tits in my hand, pinching her nipple too
hard between my fingers. "You like that?" I whispered, working her hot
clit like crazy. "You gonna coat my dick?"

She moaned and arched her back, forcing her head against my
chest. "Oh, Ethan.”

My name on her lips energized me. I put my hands on her waist
and began pounding my hips against her ass.

She fell forwards onto the table, her breasts bouncing above the
lino image as my balls smacked against her.

She cried out but didn't tell me to stop so I fucked her deep
like I knew she’d never had it, digging my fingers into her flesh.

When her breathing became a series of gasps, I reached around
her bent leg and flicked her bud again, working it in circles as I slowed my
pace, massaging her at the spot where I'd forced her open.

"Yeah," she panted. "Right there."

I bent over her, rocking her deep until her bud burned my
fingertips. "Come for me, Jenny."

She whimpered and turned her head at the moment her lips fell
apart. Then she cried out, her body jerking in my hands as she throbbed around
my dick.

I squeezed my eyes shut and savored the feeling of her pouring
down on me as her tight pussy choked the base of my shaft.

The top half of her body collapsed against the table.

I leaned upright and admired the way the arch in her back curved
up to her raised ass. Then I thrust inside her gently, riding out her orgasm as
I smoothed my hand over her pale cheek.

Fuck she was beautiful.

And I wasn't just in deep literally. I was hopelessly head over fucking
heels for her, too.

And I didn't want to feel sick about it anymore.

I wanted to feel good about it.

Like I did in that moment.

And I wanted her to feel good about her feelings for me, too.

Because didn’t we deserve a little bit of bliss in this fucked
up world?

Besides, Jenny was right.

Beautiful things shouldn't be hidden away.