Page 88 of The Roommate Subtext

“Yes,” she moaned, that moan turning into a cry when he bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He was rougher than he’d been the other night, pulling hard, leaving her tingling when he stretched across her to the other side. The whole time, his fingers kept rubbing her clit, steady and perfect. God, he could make her come in no time, her willpower sliding away as her orgasm built.

“You know I’m not going to let you come yet, right?”

Maggie’s eyes flashed open, meeting his. He was still rubbing her clit with that maddening precision. “Shit.”

Blake laughed. “We spent weeks unpacking your kinks, and you think I don’t know how much you love this?” He leaned over and kissed her, slow and steady. “I want to take my time with you.”

“You should—take your time later,” Maggie said, taking a breath in the middle. Her hips rocked against his hand.

Blake laughed again. “I’ve been waiting forever to take you apart, sweetheart. I can’t rush this.”

Maggie groaned, the edge approaching, and maybe he was just fucking with her and he was going to let her keep going …

But no, he pulled his hand back, and she whimpered in frustration as the pleasure ebbed away. “You know,” he said, nibbling his way down her neck, “I’ve been dreaming about this.” He started rubbing her again. “About having you under me, about the noises you would make.”

His words reached her through a fog, her awareness focused only on the sensation gathering throughout her lower body. She tried to answer but couldn’t find words, only whimpers.

“It’s better than I dreamed about.” He closed his lips over her nipple and tugged again, his fingers still merciless. When she began to tremble, he pulled his hand away and instead kept kissing across her chest to the other nipple. This time, he followed his lips with his teeth, biting down until she squirmed. Pleasure-pain rippled through her.

“Fuck, Blake.” She squirmed, but she was helpless, hips twitching up and seeking his touch again.

“Soon.” He shifted between her legs, mouth skimming over her hip, then her belly. God, he was going to go down on her, and she was going to come whether she tried to hold back or not. She hadn’t known it could be like this. This was entirely different than obeying him over text, light years beyond words on a screen.

His shoulders pushed her hips open, spreading her bare to him.

No one had looked at her like this before, like they wanted to devour her. He stared, a dark, needy expression on his face, and she wanted to give him everything.

Then he moved his hands to her inner thighs, gently parting her folds with his thumbs before he locked eyes with her. His lips curled up in a smile as he lowered his mouth to her body.

“Oh!” she gasped, tugging again at her bonds. Her clit was surrounded, tugged, the harsh drag of his tongue alternating with the soft brush of his lips, and she couldn’t think with the tight spiral closer to the edge. “Blake, I’m—I’m—”

She could feel the movement of his lips against her as he spoke. “You’re what?”

“I’m gonna come.” The words came out tight, high-pitched, breathless.

“No, you’re not.” He dragged the flat of his tongue over her. “Because I haven’t given my permission.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. She had to actively relax her muscles, stave off the impending climax even as he pulled her clit into his mouth again. “Sir, please, can I come?” As soon as that word came out, she fixed it. “May I come?”

He smiled against her, pressing a gentle kiss right above her folds. “I love good grammar, baby.” The affectionate term rolled over her, another pet name that made her go soft inside even as her body thrummed like a gong. “But no.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “You’re still twitching, even without me touching you. How’s it feel?”

“Like I’m gonna die,” she whined, squirming. “But—” She struggled to find words. “Also—it’s fantastic.”

He groaned, like her words were enough to be his undoing. “I love this,” he said, and it seemed for a moment like he might say more, but then he just shook his head and smiled again. “You’re so good for me.” He shifted, then his fingers opened her up, and her hips bucked in reflex as he pressed deeper. He curled them and sparks zinged along her nerves, that feeling of fullness and the thick, heavy tug of climax at the edges of her senses. Then a hot, wet pull on her clit, and oh, oh, he had her in his mouth again and she was going to fall apart right now. Right now.

“I’m gonna—please, please, sir, let me come?” She was shaking, uncontrollably, and fuck, he stopped.

He stretched back out alongside her and held his fingers in front of her face, slick and shining. She opened her mouth, and he paused only a moment before his jaw went slack and he slipped his fingers into her mouth. She sucked them all the way in.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, reverent in his tone despite his words. “You’re full of surprises.”

She let his fingers drop from her lips. “You’re one to talk.”

Blake smiled. He wrapped his slick hand around his erection.

“You wanna come in my mouth?” he asked. “Or on my cock?”

She loved hearing that word on his lips. “Your cock.” God, she wanted him inside her.