AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Wednesday,we fucked. It pretty much went like this: I texted for her to be at my house again at six. She arrived, went to the couch, pulled down her jeans and panties to just below her ass, then bent over the armrest. I’d almost come in my pants, but barely held off until I got her to come twice, my dick buried nice and deep. Oh, and my thumb in her ass. Then we’d gotten delivery from the Thai restaurant Mallory recommended, then, before she could put her chopsticks down, I manhandled her onto the floor and ate her out until she came. Twice. Yeah, I was a fucking caveman with the best dessert ever. Only then did I flip her over, pull her up on her knees and pull her hair as I took her from behind again.
Thursday. Yeah, Thursday. Sex was… adventurous. Holy fucking hell.
It was snowing and the roads were shit. I said I’d pick her up. Not that she didn’t drive in snow all winter long and she’d already been out in it going to work, but still. She’d resisted, but I told her the only way she’d sit on my lap and ride my dick–a position we hadn’t done yet–was if I picked her up.
That was how I discovered she was staying at Lindy’s house.
I brushed the snow off my head and coat when she let me in the front door. “Why are you staying here?” I asked.
She quickly shut the door behind me, cutting off the cold air.
She had on a black skirt with a flannel shirt and must’ve ditched her boots by the door because she only had tights that covered her legs and feet.
“Because my roommate got engaged and her boyfriend–fiancé–moved in with her and they’re fucking like rabbits. I don’t want to hear it.”
I grinned, reached out and stroked her cheek. It clearly bothered her. I guess if I had a roommate ever, I’d be annoyed too. Probably jealous of them getting some and I wasn’t. “We fuck like rabbits,” I reminded.
“I thought rabbits had sex all the time. We only have it scheduled for six.”
“Do you want it at another time?” I asked. I’d schedule it for whenever she wanted.
She raised a brow as if the question was odd.
“While she didn’t kick me out on the street, I need to be out by the end of the month,” she continued. “The sex spurred me to relocate quickly.”
I looked around. Lindy’s house–Bridge’s too, technically, although she was permanently in Mav’s place–was homey and warm. Nothing like any house I’d ever lived in. My parents’ house had been a mansion. Massive. A showpiece. My apartment in Denver was where I slept and not much else since I’d pretty much lived at the hospital. Dex’s apartment had been the same way. He was rarely there, traveling for hockey for most of the year. But Lindy was putting her stamp on the place now that it was hers as well. Mav’s rental here was huge. And looked like a ski lodge. It wasn’t their permanent house. I figured they would build something once the James Inn was complete. Silas’ place wasn’t all that much different.
We never had a home like this one as an example. The furniture was a random mix of old stuff from her parents' time and new pieces they must’ve picked up over the years. The kitchen appeared to have some brand-new appliances, probably a result of the tree falling on the house over the summer. It was lived in and comfortable.
“Nice place,” I commented. “Cozy.”
Mallory looked around, smiled at the place fondly. As if it were a person and she had intense feelings for it. “I pretty much grew up here. Lindy’s pretty much my mom, but don’t tell her that because she’ll feel old. See that dent in the wall?”
I looked to where she pointed.
“I was mad when I didn’t get the role of Sandy in the school musicalGreaseand I kicked the wall.”
I knew the movie and imagined Mallory as Sandy. All sweet and innocent, but underneath, naughty as fuck. Yeah, that was her all right.
“Stay here then. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
She shook her head, moved into the family room. “No. It’s not mine. I’m okay crashing here, but I won’t take advantage.”
I frowned. “I’m sure Lindy and Bridget won’t think that way.”
“I’m getting a place of my own. The little house I told you about. It’s going to be mine.”
The gleam of determination in her eyes made me proud. It also made me want to see it happen. It sounded like she got the shaft from her mother–which I could relate–and needed a place to call her own. I wanted to help her. To make her life easier. To see her smile. There was something about Mallory I couldn’t get enough of, and it wasn’t just her pussy. Or her unbelievably talented mouth.
“I won’t have to worry about roommates,” she continued. “Or parents. Or listening to others having sex.”
I approached her then, cupped her jaw, then slid my hand around to tangle my fingers in her ponytail. Then tugged. “Speaking of sex, I want you to ride me.”
Her eyes widened and a flush swept prettily up her neck and cheeks. “Ride you?”
I nodded, took her hand and pulled her over to the couch. From my back pocket, I pulled out a condom I tucked in there before I left my place and dropped it onto one of the cushions. Then I went to work on the buttons of her shirt.
She licked her lips.
