SWNOVELS Weak Side : Chapter 25
Crossing lines never felt so fucking good. My thumb slid against the button of Claire’s jeans, and although I tried to take a pause and rethink the situation, her rising chest caught my attention, and I might as well have walked myself right to the sin bin after this.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking down at my fingers on her jeans.
She’s your roommate. You have to live with her.
I swallowed roughly and held myself back as tightly as I could. “Playing the game. Are you in?” I bounced my attention between hers, almost begging her to let me touch her. I knew it wasn’t the competitiveness that lived within my bones that was pushing me to slip the button through the hole of her jeans. It was the fact that I was beyond perturbed that someone like Chad could make someone like her feel as if they weren’t good enough.
He’s never made her come? Are you kidding me? I was going to blow him right the fuck out of the water, and when he heard the noises coming from the girl he gave up to dip his dick in other places, he was going to regret his decision pretty quickly. That I knew for certain.
“Don’t overthink it, Bryant,” I coaxed, unzipping her pants. Part of me was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Would her hand shoot out and stop me from going further? Or was she in this with me? “It’s just me.”
“It’s just you?” she shot back, craning her head back and looking to the ceiling. I took my hand and cradled her waist again, resting my palm over the very top of her panties that were peeking out from her unbuttoned jeans. “You’re the most popular guy on campus and—”
“A jock?”
Her chin came back down, and that lip of hers was tucked in between her white teeth. “I was gonna say…my roommate.”
I chuckled, unable to keep myself from zeroing in on her mouth. “Even better. He’ll think we’re fucking every night. It’ll drive him wild, and the puck bunnies will stop showing up in our room. We gotta make them believe it, and if you can’t do that without my help, then here I am.”
Her swallow was loud enough to catch my attention, and when I crept my hands farther underneath her shirt, skirting with the underwire of her bra, her ribcage sucked in, and her blue eyes were instantly hooded and full of need.
“Focus on the game,” I said, dragging my hands back down the sides of her torso. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you are just as driven as I am.”
“Fi—fine.” Her acceptance was like a rubber band snapping. Usually, I was able to keep some control of myself, even while in the bedroom, but I was already hard from the mere touch of her flushed skin beneath my palms.
I locked onto her eyes as I gripped the sides of her jeans and forcefully pushed them down over the curves of her hips. For a dancer, she wasn’t what I had expected. She was on the smaller side, but she still had curves, and she absolutely had an ass to grab onto. I slipped my eyes down past her belly button and stilled at the view of her standing there in a certain pair of panties.
“Did you wear those on purpose?” I asked, caging her in between my arms. Her lip was tucked between her teeth again, and I quickly cupped her chin, taking my finger and pulling her lip out from behind her teeth. “Bryant…?”
She shrugged, leaning back on the door of the bedroom. “I like them.”
“You like them because I bought them for you? Or do you just like them?”
Silence filled the space between us, and my smirk was as deep as the pull in my stomach. My heart was racing, and it was unnerving to feel so worked up in this situation. Shit, am I nervous? I didn’t get nervous when it came to this stuff. My brother was fifteen years older than me, and he taught me what to do for a girl before I was even a legal adult. I knew my way around a female’s body, but suddenly, I was nervous in her presence. I was confident, but the stakes were higher with her. I didn’t want to be just as big of a disappointment to Claire as Chad was.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, moving my hands behind her and gripping her ass. The jolt from my fingertips to my chest was something I’d never felt before. Damn, that’s a handful.
She gasped as my fingers dug into her, and her lips parted. She glanced away, and I wanted to demand she put her eyes back on me. Determination came in swift, and I was done holding back. The new objective of the game was making Claire forget all about Chad.
“Do you like this?” I whispered against her ear, erasing any space that was left between us. My hand slowly moved to her front, and I gripped the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs a little farther apart. Her hands flew to my biceps, and I flexed beneath her palms, wanting her to touch me everywhere. My grip was rough as I cupped my hand underneath her knee and wrapped her bare leg around my hip, pushing her harder against the door to make it rattle again. Another gasp lingered on her lips, and I surprised myself when I went in for the kill and swallowed it. Our tongues moved against each other in a melody of their own, and when my teeth skimmed over her bottom lip, I pulled back and looked down at my hand creeping below the top of her panties.
“Tell me, Claire. Do you like this?”
She nodded, peering up at me with soft blue eyes that I could see myself getting lost in. Wait, what? I gritted my teeth. No. That’s the lust talking.
“I’m gonna need you to be vocal, sweetheart. Remember, we gotta make them believe it. Chad could be listening right now.”
Fuck him, I thought. But I also knew I needed to get my head back in the game and get back to reality. Claire was my roommate. But goddamn, I felt the heat coming from in between her legs, and I knew when I watched her come, I was going to have to keep myself from falling to my knees.
“I like it,” she said, more resolute than before. Satisfaction propelled me to continue my way down her front until I found her sweet spot.
“I can tell.” I rubbed her wetness between my thumb and first finger. Her cheeks were redder than mine after a game, so I stopped my hand from moving. “It’s not a bad thing. Why do you look embarrassed?”
When her eyes met mine, she hesitated.
“Tell me,” I demanded, pulling her flush against my body before I pushed her against the door again, making a thump. A soft whimper left her before she let the truth fly.
“I just didn’t get this way with him.” She paused for a moment before bringing her hooded eyes back to mine. “Only with myself.”
The brief visual of Claire touching herself to this extent and making herself wet was absolutely going to be replayed in the shower later.
“Jesus,” I mumbled before snaking my free hand up past her slender neck and wrapping her hair in between my fingers. I pulled her head back and lightly bit onto her neck as I pushed a finger inside of her. She sucked in a breath, moving her head to the side to give me more access to her sensitive skin. My tongue jolted out to lick the spot I bit because it was a surprise to me. My teeth grazed over her earlobe before I pulled on it, pushing my finger in a little farther and working her body into a frenzy. My thumb pushed on her clit, and when her hips jerked toward me, I knew I’d hit the jackpot.
“Tell me,” I pleaded, sounding just as desperate as I felt. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she rushed out, moving her hips back and forth. I moved her face to mine and couldn’t help but kiss her again. I knew that the goal was to make her come so hard she yelled out my name and sent Chad into a complete spiral, but I needed her mouth on mine. Suddenly, I was the one who needed more in this moment. I wanted more.
I knew she was getting close as her breathing grew frantic, and her kisses became sloppier and hotter. I kissed her back just as feverishly as she was doing to me, and I was racing to make her come on my hand. The thought of dropping to my knees to replace my fingers with my tongue crossed my mind, but I forced myself to stay upright. I untangled my fingers from her hair and pulled my mouth away, latching onto her neck again. My hand flew down to her ass, and I grabbed it tightly, relishing in the softness of it against my fingers.
“He’s out of his goddamn mind for letting you go.” I pulled on her ear with my teeth and blew my hot, seedy breath against her neck. “It wasn’t that he couldn’t make you come, baby. It’s just that he didn’t want to.” A small moan left her, and my eyes shut just as tightly as her cunt did around my fingers. God, fuck yes. “I’ve gotta say…if you were mine, I’d make you come every single second of every single day, because I’ve never witnessed anything as beautiful as this.”
Her walls shattered the instant I flicked my tongue against her neck, and she moaned so loudly that I was forced to pull back to watch her break. The breath had been stolen right out of my lungs as I watched her ride the waves. Her dainty chin was tipped upward, and her long hair gave way to her face as it fell down her back. The red marks that I’d put on her neck were temporary tattoos on her fair skin that I wanted to be permanent.
After I knew she was satisfied, I finally sucked in a breath and let oxygen fill me up again. The black spots in my vision cleared, and the pink color painted on Claire’s cheeks made her look even more beautiful than before.
“So, this is what you look like when you’re truly relaxed?” I said, surprised that my voice was more of a rasp. I cleared my throat and finally pulled my finger out of her wet pussy, hating that I had to take a step away.
The goal was achieved. The game was over.
But I wanted to play again.
And again.
Claire’s breath was as shaky as her legs. When I finally let her leg fall back to the ground, I bent down and held out her jeans for her, letting our hands skim against each other for a second. Her eyes flew to mine, and I latched onto hers, holding on for as long as she’d let me.
I stood back in silence, watched her slip back into her clothes, and pretended like I wasn’t a fucking fool for touching her like that. But I couldn’t help it, and there was no way I was going to be able to forget what had just happened even though I knew for a fact that was what she wanted me to do.
“Well…” I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as Claire ran her fingers through her hair that I had messed up.
Her swollen lips smashed together as she waited for me to continue.
“How did I do?” I knew I had done a good job—I didn’t need the validation—but a misogynistic part of me wanted to hear her say it.
We stayed staring at each other from across the room, and her lips twitched to curl. The left side of her mouth slowly curved up, and I had to force myself not to smile. “That good, huh?” I asked, rocking back on my heels.
“As if your ego needs any more stroking, Theo.” She rolled her eyes.
I couldn’t help it. I smiled like a fucking fool and stormed over to her. I held my palm out, and she looked down at it hesitantly before putting her hand in mine. I squeezed it and unlocked the door. “Put your game face on, Bryant.”
Her smile shook me to my core, and I pulled her out of the room to flaunt her as my girl, even though we both knew she wasn’t mine.