Cocky Roomie: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 1) (19 page)

“Mmmhmm,” he smiles, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

“I mean it, Jake. Stop undressing.”

“You really want me to stop? You don’t want to see me naked?” Flexing his gorgeous chest, he undoes his belt. “You don’t want my cock, Drew? You sure about that?” He drops his pants, steps out of them, pulls off his socks, and palms his erection. Holy oh my goodness. I forgot how beautiful that tip is when it’s full like that. “You don’t want me to fuck you…harder than we did in my office?”

“Stop. I mean it. I
want
that. You know I do, but I am not looking for temporary. I want the whole package.”

“You mean this whole package?” he asks, stroking himself and walking over to stand in front of the flat screen TV. He’s better than any show on television.

I yank my attention back up to his face. “Stop it! You know what I mean.”

“Marriage…babies…that whole package?” he groans as his cock grows.

I can’t decide which is more gorgeous, that or his face. I love it when men bite their own lips as the pleasure builds.

“Yes. God, Jake, that is distractin’! But yes! I want those things. I mean, I don’t need them tomorrow. We hardly know each other. And maybe I won’t want them at all! I mean, we might be horrible travelers.”

“What do you mean?” A smile tugs at his mouth.

“On road trips, we might be terrible together. That would be bad.”

“Awful. It would be a disaster,” he rasps, eyelids growing heavy as his cock throbs in his hand.

I am pulsing in my panties like nothing I’ve ever felt. Knowing how good it was to have him inside before, makes the anticipation all the more sweet. The time apart from him has me aching badly for his touch.

But I’m dead serious about what I want from a man I am sure to fall in love with, if I’m not already there. And Lord help me, but I know I am deeply gone when it comes to Jake Cocker.

Steeling myself, I inform him, “I won’t settle for being your fuck buddy. It could never work for me.”

“No? Not even with this?” He holds his length out in his palm. “It’s a good vintage. A very good year. Have a sip.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“It’s a little funny, Drew.” He walks over. “Now get on your knees and wrap your lips around my dick, because I haven’t fucked anyone since you and I’m crawling out of my skin to be in that sweet pussy again.”

I moan, “Jake, I can’t!” as he pulls me to him with one hand and slips his other under the hem of my dress, quickly finding out how damp I am.

“Shhhh. Open your eyes, Beautiful. Let me get a couple of things straight.” I stare at him. He leans closer. “I am falling in love with you, and that’s a first. I couldn’t think of anything but getting back to you the whole time I was in Denver. I
ached
for you. More than I missed my family, I needed to hear
your
voice. I don’t know if it’s the way you blush, or the sweetness in your eyes, or the way you wanted to help your friend when she showed up here high as a fucking kite, or how great you are pretty much everywhere you go. People like you. I like you. Even my family likes you. My Uncle said you’re impressing the shit out of him.”

“He did?”

Jake chuckles, “Yeah. But who cares about him? You’re impressing
me
. And now…oh God, you’re so wet.” He slips a finger inside and closes his eyes at the pleasure it gives him to feel for himself how much he turns me on. “Now I’m going to fuck
my girlfriend
if you don’t mind.”

My pulse pounds at the title. I breathe against his skin as I kiss my way down his chest, “I’m too old for you.”

“Bullshit,” he groans as my fingers wrap around his cock and start to stroke. His hips move with me. I fall to my knees and lick him. “Oh,” he growls. “That feels sooooo good.”

“Cum in my mouth,” I whisper against his swollen tip before taking him in.

He fists my hair but lets me control how deep I go. He’s so big I need to use my hand to help. He growls, “Say it again.”

“Cum all over my lips, Jake,” I moan, licking him from base to tip and cupping his balls gently with one of my warm hands.

“Oh fuck, you’re killin’ me. You know how much I fantasized about this? Get up here.” He pulls me up and rips my dress to get it off of me. Pulling and tugging at it, he throws the broken thing aside and steps back to look at me. “You’re beautiful, Drew. I know you said your friend was. But that’s bullshit. She’s got nothing on you. Fuck, baby. I have jacked off to fantasies about your hot little cunt maybe a thousand times since we met.”

“Jake,” I whisper, walking to him. “You mean that?”

He nods. “Take off your bra.”

I unsnap it and free my breasts, the tips tight little stones under his hungry gaze.

“Touch them.”

I slide my hands up my stomach and then cup the soft underbelly of my breasts for him to watch.

“Bring them up to my mouth.”

On my tiptoes, I offer my sensitive nipples for his pleasure. He leans and pulls me close, one arm wrapped around my lower back to arch it, the other pushing my hand out of the way so he can touch me. He licks and nibbles as I moan, giving myself to him. It’s relaxing to feel him suckle me like this, arousing me like he has all the time in the world and nowhere else he’d rather be.

I feel light-headed and he lifts me instinctively, cradling me in his strong arms, one hand cupping my pussy, massaging me there.

“I love it when you moan in my mouth like that. I’m going to fuck you like the greedy slut you are.”

“Jake!” I cry out, but I can’t deny how hot that sounded. “Don’t call me that!”

“My greedy slut, that’s you, baby,” he grins. “Greedy just for me and only me, huh?” He walks us to the couch and puts me over the arm of it, my ass in the air. Sliding my panties down my excited legs, he stares at my ass for such a long time I turn bright red. Everything is burning for his touch. “Say what you are.”

“I will not say I’m a greedy little slut, Jake Cocker!”

He swats my ass, but not too hard. “You just did.” He slides a finger inside me and I moan.

“Okay, I’m a greedy little slut, but only for you.”

“Yeah, you are,” he chuckles, finger fucking me from behind. He drops to his knees and sticks his tongue into my pussy cave, pulling my ass apart with both hands. I cry out as he reaches around and flicks my clit in tiny whispers with his index finger at the same time. Wow, does this feel incredibly hot. He knows how sensitive a woman’s body is when she’s this into it, and his finger dances around my little bean with intuitive skill, sometimes lightly, others a little more quick and hard. I am grasping the couch cushions and moaning without inhibition.

“Tell me what you want,” he groans into my pussy.

“Your enormous cock,” I cry out as he starts finger fucking me rapidly. “But those are good, too,” I whimper.

He laughs.

“I want you to fuck me until you send me to the hospital,” I whisper.

He laughs again.

“Until I never think of another man again.”

The laughter stops.

He lays on my back, spooning me over the couch’s arm. His erection is pushing against my asscheeks and I am dying with anticipation for how good it is about to feel.

He grabs a good fistful of my hair and growls right in my ear, “Done.”

I gasp as his cock fills my swollen, aching pussy from behind. He groans loudly and pulls me up with him as he pounds me so hard it’s like he wants to imprint himself on not just my body, but my soul. With every hammering thrust of his hips I cry out in extreme pleasure.

Finally he reveals what’s got him this worked up.

“Don’t ever mention other men to me again, Drew.”

Smiling to myself I whisper, “Other men,” and he starts fucking harder.

“You want to play like that, huh?” he snarls, pulling my hair and clawing into my hip.

Every rough thrust fills me to my core.

As the orgasm builds to where it won’t turn back, I moan loudly, “Other men!”

“Fuckin’ stop it,” he growls, then yells out loudly, too, as he struggles against his own climax. “Oh God!” he shouts, slamming our bodies against each other. He’s so hard and I’m so wet.

I start to tremble and completely lose it when he says, “I’m going to fill you with my cum so deep I’ll be dripping out of you for weeks.”

“Promises, promises,” I moan.

“Fuck!” he shouts as his cock grows harder. “Say it. Fucking say you’re mine.”

“There are no other men, Jake. Your cock is everything I want. Just you, Jake. Just you, baby.”

He yells out. I’m throbbing with the tight little burn of oncoming pulses. Jake pulls me up and kisses me while we’re fucking like this. Our tongues lash together as our bodies tighten and clench. The waves start pulsing from his into mine. We gasp together as his juices explode. My cunt is vibrating with each shot, each burst of penetration. Kissing me hard, he grips me to him and releases everything he has to give me. It’s delicious and raw and complete. As the shockwaves ebb and I go boneless, he lifts and lays me down on the couch so he can climb on top of me and collapse. “Sweaty,” he murmurs into my neck. “We’re fucking sweaty. I love it.”

I whisper, “You’re incredible,” kissing his earlobe.

He rises, looks in my eyes, and says, “I just want something casual. I hope that’s okay.”

I squeal and hit him really hard. He busts up laughing. “I’m kidding!”

“Jerk.”

“Yep,” he murmurs, burrowing into me. Within seconds I hear snoring. Amazing.

DREW

M 
y phone, true to form, wakes me with a muffled text all the way across the room in my purse. While we slept, we must have changed positions because Jake’s spooning me with his back against the cushions. I slip out without waking him and his arm falls off the side of the couch, hanging limp.

So jealous of how deeply men can sleep.

Oh, shoot. I forgot Bernie texted me earlier. This is her again, asking if I’m coming.

It’s important. I need you.

Maybe she’s ready for rehab! Oh, God, I hope so.

I glance to Jake and consider waking him. He won’t want me to go.

Coming, Bernie. But I can’t stay long.

I slip my phone in my purse and tiptoe naked to my room to put on some clothes. Maybe I’ll be back before he even knows I’m gone. Slim chance, but, that’s okay.

Sometimes it’s easier to say sorry than to ask permission.

Buzzing the security intercom in Bernie’s building, I check my phone to see if he’s texted. Can’t ignore him anymore, now that we cleared it all up. I don’t want to scare him, or piss him off.

Well, maybe I could piss him off a little. ;)

“Hello?” Bernie’s scratchy voice comes through the speakers.

“It’s me, Bern. I’m outside.”

“Oh, Drew!” She sounds a little too happy. I know what that means. “I’m so glad you could make it. Come on up.”

The door unlocks with a loud honking buzz. Something in me hesitates. Why did she say she was glad I could make it like she’s a polite host or something? My gut is telling me I’m not going to like what I’m about to find.

So I buzz her again. She answers, “Hello?” this time with confusion.

“Bernie, I was thinking you might be calling me for…well, to help.”

“I am! Drew, what are you waiting for?” she asks with unusual jubilation. “Get on up here!”

The security door honks again. I grab it, and go in. Now I’m curious. What is up with her?

She opens her door after my first light knock with a flourish like I’m her favorite guest, the one she’s been holding the party for. “Finally! So good to see you!” She takes in my jeans and blouse. “Guess you could have worn something nicer, but still, come in! Guys, this is Drew! My best friend in the whole world!”

She ushers me in before I can ask,
what the hell is going on?
Two large ugly men in suits, turn at my confused entrance. They take me in like I’m dinner. “She couldn’t wear a dress?” one grumbles, motioning to my body.

“This isn’t what we paid for.”

Paid for?

Bernie takes me by the arm and explains with a large smile and overboard enthusiasm, “Drew’s an All-American type. She’s like a virgin type, sweet and all that. You’ll love her.”

I yank my arm away. “Bernie, what the hell?” Her eyes are tweaking, her nose is red-tipped and her nostrils still have white powder around the edges.

And she looks terrified. That smile is an act.

Oh shit.

Bernie’s a hooker and I didn’t know it until now.

“Umm…I have to go.”

“You’re not leaving,” one of the men says.

I smile as flirtatiously as I can and correct him, “Change! I have to go change! I thought the party was at ten. Bernie said she’d loan me her black Valentino. Right Bern?”

“Yes!” she painfully grins then says to the brute, “She looks GORGEOUS in that dress. You’ll love it.”

The two men walk closer to us. The one with the big nose, lifts up my hair and smells it. Sickling goosebumps of fear race up that side.

“She smells like cologne.”

Oh hell.

I smell like Jake.

Of course I do.

“Sorry, last customer. I’ll just go freshen up.”