Let me love you

Ch. 2

"We shouldn't," I said, looking down again. "You're my roommate. My friend. My best friend. This will just make things awkward between us..." My eyes flashed to his face, and, when I saw he wasn't going to interrupt, I continued. "Like you said, it'll happen when it happens. No need to um... rush things."

I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself that this would be a bad idea.

He didn't say anything until he was sure I was done. And even then, all he said was a light, "Okay," followed by him grabbing the green glass bottle out of my hands.

I blinked. "Okay?" I repeated, stunned. I guessed it was stupid, but I thought he'd put up a little bit of a fight. I knew I should be grateful that he was giving up, but I found myself getting annoyed.

He nodded, sipping. "Okay."

I looked straight ahead of me, now sure exactly how I should feel. He had given up so easily. It was so unusual, for him.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I tried very hard not to think to much, but my mind played hopscotch against my will.

He offered... But then declined. No, I did that. But he didn't care. Should that bug me? Should I-

Warm, soft, pink, red-wine flavored lips were suddenly crushed against mine. My eyes flew wide open, the shock sending my heart slamming against my check, my palms sweating. I brought my hands to his chest, pushing my palms against him. We couldn't. We shouldn't.

The way his lips moved against mine was too persuasive, it was duress. He grabbed both of my hands by the wrists, moving us so quickly that it knocked the air that I had managed to regain out of me.

In an instant, we were on the ground, and my hands were pinned above my head, and my eyes were flickering closed, and his tongue was swirling against mine.

A low chuckle bubbled from his lips, his knee moving to separate mine.

I let out a shaky breath. "I thought - you said - okay,"

"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue slick against mine. "I say a lot of things."

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Josh's POV:

Her chest heaved, soft little pants leaving her every so often. Her hair was starting to tumble out of the messy ponytail it had been in, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hooded, and the shirt she had stolen from me was bunched around her waist, exposing her dark pink panties.

Fuck. Me.

Fuck if she wasn't the hottest sight I had ever seen. I knew I could get most of the girls in the college. I knew it, and I used it. And it had frustrated me no end that the sexiest girl, the most desirable woman I had ever met was my own roommate. And she showed about minus one percent interest in me.

To say that I wanted her was an understatement. To say that my blood boiled when I heard her banging around her bedroom with guy after guy every week was another understatement. And the fact that none of those fuckers had ever taken the time to give her the pleasure she deserved - that was the most infuriating thing I had heard in a long time.

I clenched my jaw. No. This wasn't about me. This wasn't about my own gratification. This was about her. I was helping her. I would give her what she so obviously needed, and then I would back the fuck away and take care my own situation in the shower.

I kissed her lips one more time before kissing down her jaw, then her throat. I felt her pulse with every heartbeat, and there seemed to be a lot of heartbeats. I grazed my teeth over it, and felt my stomach involuntarily tighten as she let out the neediest little whimper I had ever heard in my life.