Daddies Brat

Avery

Breaking the rules had never felt so good.

When we agreed to not hook up with our new roommate, I was totally on board. Even though Harper was the most wounded by Jess’s abrupt and unexpected breakup, she had broken my heart, too. Keeping Leslie at arm’s length was a good idea.

But as she straddled me on the couch, grinding her drenched pussy up and down my cock? I realized I never could have stayed away. I was intensely attracted to her the night I first laid eyes on her, and that hadn’t faded at all -no matter how much I had tried to pretend it had.

I could tell she wanted more. She was enjoying teasing me like this, but deep down she wanted to throw rules aside and feel my cock fill her from the inside. I was tempted to take over, throwing her down onto the couch and letting her have every inch of me until both of us were sweaty, exhausted lumps of flesh.

But I was enjoying the teasing, playing by the rules with our little loophole. She felt amazing just like this, her body moving like a cowgirl on top of a bull. Undulating like waves on the open sea. Waves with really great tits.

Somehow, I managed to hold on long enough for her to come. That wasn’t usually a problem for me-not trying to toot my own horn, just stating the facts-but Leslie’s touch felt electric tonight. When she moaned into my mouth with sweet release, I did the same.

Eventually, our kisses slowed, then stopped entirely. She was panting on top of me, worn out from all the work. She leaned her forehead against mine, gazing down between us. Then she busted into a fit of giggles.

“What?” I asked.

“It looks like the icing on top of a plate of dinner rolls,” she said, pointing down at my glazed abs. “Or cinnamon rolls. Oh! I really want cinnamon rolls now.”

“The munchies,” I said, grinning. “Right on cue.”

“I had the munchies twenty minutes ago. But I wanted to do that first.”

She climbed off me and ran to get a paper towel so I could clean myself up. As soon as the evidence of my ecstasy was gone from my skin, I quickly pulled my jeans back on.

“I’m surprised you’re walking around naked,” I observed.

She put her hands on her hips, totally comfortable with her tidy yellow bush in plain sight. “I’m comfortable with my body. Especially after we did that. I hate when women on TV are suddenly pillars of modesty the moment sex is over.”

I shook my head. “No, I mean I’m surprised since one of the other guys might see you.”

Leslie smiled smugly. She was still a little high, I could tell. “They’ve been asleep for over an hour. I doubt…”

Right on cue, Harper stirred in his bedroom. His bed frame creaked like it was mounted on rusty hinges, and we heard the unmistakable sound of him getting out of bed.

“Crap!” Leslie blurted out. She glanced at the stairs as if wondering if she should flee.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down onto the couch, then yanked the blanket off the armrest to cover her up. When Harper’s door opened approximately a tenth of a second later, both of us were watching the nature documentary while sitting a respectable distance apart on the couch.

“Oh. Hey,” he said.

I twisted around as if just now realizing he was up. “Hey. Thought you were asleep.”

“I’ve had a pounding headache,” he said while rummaging around in the cabinet next to the stove. A bottle rattled as he extracted two pills.

“I’ve got more Ibuprofen in my room if you need some,” I said.

“I think I’m good. Thanks, though.”

I began twisting around, and that’s when I saw Leslie. She was trying her best to keep it together, but I could tell she was failing. We locked eyes for one full second, and then both fell apart in a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Harper asked.

I tried thinking of an excuse, but Leslie said, “We’re both high. And there are bears on TV! Bears are weird, am I right?”

Harper made a disapproving noise with his tongue. “I can’t believe you corrupted our new roommate.”

“Shut up, square,” she shot back at him. When she realized what she had said, she started giggling again.

Harper laughed too, then shook his head and returned to his room.

“Told you!” I whispered to Leslie.

“How was I supposed to know he would get a headache at that exact moment!” She glanced over her shoulder, then narrowed her eyes. “Did you and Harper ever double-team that girl? Jess?”

I was caught off guard by the question, but I recovered quickly. “Yeah. We did.”

Leslie bit her lip. “That’s hot. You and Riley, too?”

“Lots of times.”

She made a sensual noise deep within her throat. “And you’re afraid of doing that again… because you’ll get your heart broken?”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Jess was a wound on my soul that had scabbed over, but it had never quite healed. Thinking about her now stung, like Leslie was peeling away the scab a little bit at a time.

“If you haven’t been in that situation before,” I said quietly, “then you wouldn’t understand.”

“I definitely haven’t been in that situation. I can’t imagine sharing one guy with two other girls. I would get too jealous. Heck, just seeing Volleyball Tits flirt with you made me jealous, and you and I are just roommates.”

“Roommates with benefits,” I clarified.

“Two hours ago at the bar, we were just roommates.” She turned to face me. There were spots of red on her cheeks, and she looked more beautiful than ever. “What are we now?” she asked.

“Who gives a fuck?” I replied. “We didn’t break any rules, and we’re both adults. We can do whatever we want. I don’t need a label.”

“Me neither.” She laid down and rested her head in my lap facing the TV. My hand automatically reached out and began stroking her blonde hair. “It really is crazy.”

“What is?”

She pointed at the TV. “Bears. Hibernating. Their body just shuts down for months. Like powering down a computer.” “You’re really high,” I pointed out.

“Yeah. I am.”

The two of us giggled on the couch while listening to Morgan Freeman’s deep voice.