The Roommate (Roommates, #1)

“With pleasure, beautiful.” He drew back, finding the right angle, then pressed forward slowly so that the broad tip of him entered me.

I winced at the intrusion and Cannon paused, allowing me to adjust. Apparently it had been longer than I thought, and my body was all W-T-F.

Concern knitted his brow as he looked down at me. “You’re pretty tight,” he said softly.

“Sorry,” I gritted out.

“Don’t be. You’re perfect the way you are.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had told me that. I sure as hell didn’t feel perfect. I felt confused and so full-of emotion, of him-that I might fall apart so completely I’d never be put back together the same way ever again.

“You need a minute?” he whispered.

Burying my face in the warm crook of his neck, I nodded. How embarrassing!

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I knew Cannon was primed and ready for this, knew I needed to relax and let him in. This was my idea, after all. Another deep inhale, and I parted my knees further.

Just then, a series of loud knocks rang out against my front door.

What the hell? No one ever came over unannounced. A wave of frustration seized me. Really, universe? Right goddamn now?

Cannon looked just as startled as I felt. “Are you expecting someone?”

I met his eyes and shook my head. “Of course not.”

Everything was quiet for a second, and I figured whoever it was had the wrong house and they’d moved on.

“Need to fuck you.” Cannon groaned, gripping my ass roughly in one palm. I knew his restraint was hanging by a thread, and that sent my heart racing.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He pushed in one inch more and we both held our breath, waiting for me to adjust. The pain soon ebbed, giving way to a sweet, satisfying stretch, and I parted my thighs to signal him deeper . . .

The silence evaporated as the knocking started again, louder this time. And it didn’t let up. Someone was pounding at my door like a lunatic.

My eyes widened and found Cannon’s. What a fucking awkward situation. With just the wide flared head of his cock inside me, there we lay, our limbs intertwined, our hearts pounding, like a porno left on pause.

Of all the absurd situations to find myself in-being interrupted by pounding at the door, when all I wanted was him pounding into me.

He groaned in frustration, placing his lips against my throat. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“I have to. Just let me see who it is, and I’ll send them away. I promise. I just don’t want my neighbors to call the police.”

He pulled out of me, achingly slowly, letting out a hiss. “Fuck.”

I patted his chest and smiled at him.

Gripping my wrist, he held me firm and met my eyes. “Hurry.”

His cock stood tall, proud, and tempting against his stomach, and I gave it one last look of longing as I threw my shirt on over my head and shimmied into my discarded jeans.

Fuck! Leaving my damp panties on the floor, I rushed from the bedroom toward the front door. The motherfucking zombie apocalypse better be here for all the racket going on at my doorstep.

Glancing through the peephole, I saw that it was Allie.