Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) (11 page)

I crawl between her legs and nip my way up the insides of her thighs before I take in the scent of her pussy. I shiver, the arousal has her dripping wet and I dip my tongue in to taste her. My taste buds explode as I get the first lick of her sweet juices. Fuck me sideways, she’s delicious. Her mewls and cries make me plunge my tongue deeper before I move up to her clit. I suck, lick and nibble as I thrust two fingers straight inside her. Her back arches from the bed, she fists the sheets and moans loudly as I groan as I lap up her juices. She’s addictive but I want to taste her cum, I want her pulsing around my fingers, I want her to lose control.

“Roofie… I’m…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence before her orgasm shatters through her and her sweet cunt clamps shut around my fingers. My tongue goes to work collecting every juicy drop that escapes her before removing my fingers and licking them clean too. Her eyes widen as I do this and her breathing becomes more uneven than it already was. That makes me smile because the look on her face tells me no-one has ever done that shit in front of her before.

“Mmm,” I moan, licking my lips for effect. “You sure do taste divine, baby.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, squirming on the bed. My eyes take a slow perusal of her body from top to bottom and a physical shiver wracks through her making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

I lean down and push her up the bed until her head is on the pillow and her hair fans over the pillow. She’s never looked more perfect and my breath catches in my throat.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to fuck me already?” My eyes widen at her sassy mouth and I crawl up the bed, pressing myself between her legs with my cock nestled against her pussy.

“Aren’t you the dirty talker. Who knew you had that in you.” Leaning down, I take a nipple into her mouth and bite gently, making her cry out into the room. I lick the sting away before repeating it on her other. “Are you on birth control? For the love of Christ, please tell me you are.”

“I am,” she whispers, eyes shut and taking deep breaths to get her breathing under control.

“I’m clean. Do you trust me, baby?” I ask her, toying with her nipple between my finger and thumb.

“Yes! Just fuck me already, dammit!” Her frustration makes me chuckle silently while I continue to assault each of her nipples.

When she starts growling at me like a wild cat, I remove my boxers and lift her legs over my shoulders. Lining my cock up to her entrance, I don’t give her a chance to open her eyes to see what I’m doing before I slam myself deep inside her. Her walls convulse and her back arches from the bed as her nails dig in to my forearms.

I clench my jaw and hold her still as I try to regain some semblance of control. I don’t want to fucking blow like a fifteen-year-old teenager, pretty sure that wouldn’t impress her.

Her hips shift and I let out the breath I was holding. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

“So you said the last time. Move already, Roofie, I’m freakin’ dying here!” She slaps my arms playfully and I pull out, thrusting back in hard making us both cry out. God damn it, so fucking good. Every quiver of her walls sends jolt of pleasure through my body and a sheen of sweat settles on my skin.

“Damn you and your tight cunt and dirty mouth.” I shout at her as I start thrusting slowly. I watch as my dick disappears into her glistening pussy. That’s hot as fuck and I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the sight so much.

Settling into a rhythm, I grip her hips and circle mine when I’m buried deep, making her mewl and cry in ecstasy. Those sounds alone can make me cum but I hold back, wanting her to blow first.

“Roofie…” she whispers before her walls contract and squeeze my cock ‘til I feel like it may fall off. Fucking fuck! She screams into the silence of the room and her nails dig in further until I hiss with the pain. Shit, that hurt but felt so God-damn good!

Pulling out, I flip her over and lift her arse in the air. Such a fucking perfect sight. I smack her left arse cheek as my dick plunges back in. This time, I’m not soft, I’m not gentle… I’m aggressive. I fuck her so hard that she has to grip the rails of the bed to keep from smashing her head against them. Her screams get louder and louder as I sink my fingers into her hips. So good, so close. I’m about ready to burst when she combusts again, her body tensing as pleasure takes over her body. That’s the trigger point and I shoot my load deep inside her, groaning as the wash of euphoria sweeps over me. Waves upon waves crash over me and my body shakes with the intensity. I think that is the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever experienced. They do say that delayed gratification is the bomb, and I think whoever worked that shit out is a fucking genius.

Gemma’s body collapses to the bed and my softening cock retreats and leaves her warmth. I roll my body so I’m lying beside her and throw an arm over my face, trying desperately to catch my breath.

All that can be heard in the stillness and quietness of the room is our rapid breathing as it comes back to normal.

“I don’t think I can move,” Gemma mumbles into the pillow. “My body has checked out for the night. I hope you didn’t plan on kicking me out because I ain’t moving for no-one.”

A rumble of laughter spills from my mouth. “No worries, babe. I wasn’t gonna kick you out. Who would I enjoy morning sex with then?”

She slowly turns her head and glares at me with narrowed eyes. “My vagina needs a rest from your monster cock. I think you split open my cervix with that darn piercing.”

“You can rest for now, but come morning? This dick is going for another round.” My reply is a grunt into the pillow.

“I would punch you, but my body feels like jelly right now.” Her words are just about coherent enough to understand. I love this playful side of Gemma, she’s hilarious.

“Go to sleep. I’m grabbing a shower.” I kiss her cheek and groan as I move to get off the bed, my muscles screaming at me to lay back down.

I leave the bathroom door open as I turn on the shower and climb in before the water has even heated, hissing the cold water pummels down onto my skin. Washing quickly, I get out and dry myself in record time.

Gemma’s quietish snores greet me when I reach the bed and I pull the duvet over her to prevent her getting cold. Climbing in beside her, I pull her back to my front and spoon her. I drift off with a smile on my face and my hand on her belly.

Being woken up this morning with a dick pushing against my opening must have been the best fucking wake-up call of my life. The gentle love making was a stark contract to the ravage fucking he gave me last night and the experience of this morning leaves a healthy glow coating my skin.

But now, sitting at Roofie’s breakfast bar, watching him flip bacon in a frying pan, I can see my future before my very eyes. I want this man, I want him forever. Whether he feels the same or not doesn’t concern me, I’ll do everything in my power to show that I’m the girl to convert his no-relationship bullshit. He will be mine.

Placing a full English breakfast in front of me, my stomach grumbles at the smells assaulting my nose. “Um… Can I have cutlery or am I eating like a dog today?”

“Shit, sorry.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a knife and fork passing them to me. The undeniable spark of electricity pulses through my hand as we make contact and I silently gasp as my breath is caught. Looking at his face, I know he can feel it too and I can see the war he is having with himself in his eyes.

“No problem. Are you joining me? Or is this you fattening me up?” I make the conversation light-hearted so I don’t make him uncomfortable and I see his tense shoulder relax at my topic of conversation.

“Two seconds and I’ll join you.” He smiles at me over his shoulder. “You don’t need fattening up or anything, you’re perfect the way you are.”

The blush creeps up my neck and I bow my head so my hair cradles my face, hiding the heat I feel in my face. Shovelling food into my mouth like I’ve never had food before, I don’t look at him or attempt to talk. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it’s actually quite pleasant after the antics in the bedroom.

Breakfast done and out the way, I bring up the elephant in the room because it’s annoying me not knowing where I stand with him. “Roofie, we need to talk.” I smile at him to show him it’s nothing bad and he nods, grabbing my hand and leading me to the living room where he pulls me down next to him on the black leather sofa.

“Go ahead.” The forlorn look on his face makes me wants to kiss him ‘til he smiles, but I refrain because we really do need to have this talk. We can’t keep tiptoeing around it, carrying on the way we are.

“What are we doing? I mean, I know we’re obviously fucking before you come out with that smartarse comment. Am I just a fuck buddy or…?” I leave it there so he can finish it.

He scrubs a hand down his face before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his legs. “I want more; I feel it in my bones. I need you more than my next breath and that’s the God’s honest truth…” he trails off as he stares at his hands.

“But…?” There’s always a fucking but in this situation and I’m starting to lose hope on ever having him as I want him.

“I don’t know how to do the relationship thing. I’ve never experienced it and never really wanted one. But with you… I feel things I’ve never felt before. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He clicks his neck before turning to face me, taking my shaking hands in his. “I want to see where this goes. I want us to try.”

My mouth hangs open in shock because that was the last thing that I expected to fall from his mouth. “You’re not joking right? You really want to do this… with me?”

He nods his head, leaning forward and placing a gentle, barely there, kiss on my lips making my groan and my panties grow wet.
Not now vagina, haven’t you had enough?
Yes, I argue with my lady garden, everyone does… right?

“I need to get to Blissfully Inked. Can you take me?” I ask him when he rests his forehead against mine. The smell of his cologne and the hint of toothpaste has me clenching my thighs together to try and calm the itch that needs to be scratched, if you know what I mean.

“Gem!” Carlotta rushes at me as soon as I enter through the front door of Blissfully Inked. “What the hell happened last night? You dragged him out of there so fast hardly any of us knew where you disappeared to!”

I just give her a coy look as I store my bag under my desk. “Ah, some things are better left unsaid, my friend.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Gem, come on!” she whines from behind me. Since she’s been with Beast she’s let her inner nymphomaniac out. Wherever we go, and if Beast is with us, she sucking his face and practically dry humping his leg, right in front of me. It’s mega cringe but who am I to stop her after the shit she went through?

I sigh, turning to face her. “We fucked hard and this morning we fucked gently. Happy?” I roll my eyes and get my desk ready to draw the first design of the day. A fucking butterfly tattoo for some Barbie wannabe called Laney.

“Do I have to draw this stupid as shit butterfly? I fucking hate them!” I exclaim. Carlotta laughs as she checks the voicemails messages on the phone.