Reconcile by Nicole Dykes
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Linc
“God, you’re so sexy. I love the ink.” Please shut up.
Her voice is fucking cringeworthy, and I can already tell that keeping my dick hard is going to be a chore. Maybe I could gag her.
The blond currently straddling me lifts off her dress, tossing it to the side and showing me a decent pair of tits which could be worth the godawful commentary. My hands move up her sides slowly before cupping her tits in my hands and squeezing slightly.
Her head falls back, and she moans while rubbing herself against my cock.
There we go. That’s what I need. Just shut the fuck up.
Her hands slide over my bare torso, her fingernails digging into my skin but not deep enough. Come on. Draw blood. “Wow, that view is absolutely incredible.”
Fucking really?
The house I’m renting—okay, my parents are renting—while I’m in college isn’t a typical college house near campus. It’s located on the outskirts of town on the lake. And I mean, right on the lake. My large bedroom window looks out on the sparkling lake surrounded by trees. I flip the chick over so she’s under me and pull my pants down, just wanting to get this shit over with at this point.
I kick my jeans off all the way and reach for a condom in the table next to my bed. She lays under me in only her pink, silky panties. I briefly wonder what’s going on in her head. What makes a girl like her go home with a guy she just met at a party? She’s intelligent enough, at least she’s currently going to college. Although, book smarts certainly don’t equal street smarts.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you?”
Goddammit, P.
The manly growl came from one bedroom over. The girl below me sits up on her elbows, her large, doe-eyes widening even more. “What was that?”
A loud, feminine moan floats through the thin wall. “Don’t stop. Right fucking there.”
Then, the unmistakable sound of the headboard banging against the wall follows. “That would be my roommate getting laid.”
The sounds grow louder, and the girl I’m with seems to be listening intently, her ear turned toward the wall. “Well, it sounds like he’s not too bad at what he does.” Her hand slides up over my stomach. “Let’s hope his roommate knows what he’s doing too.”
I place my hand on her shoulder, urging her to lay back down, and she does. “She. And she has never fucking known what she’s doing.” I lean forward slightly. “And I don’t like to be questioned.”
She looks puzzled. “She?”
“Yup.” I’m really fucking tired of this chick. I’m not sure what the fuck I was thinking. She didn’t stop talking the entire drive back to my house. I should have dumped her ass before we got away from campus.
Now, her confusion just continues to brew, and she still can’t shut the fuck up. “You live with a woman?”
I grip the thin straps of her panties. “I don’t want to talk about my roommate.” I don’t want to talk at all.
But apparently, she can’t give me what I want and just keeps going. “Are you sure she’s just a roommate? I’ve never heard of a guy and girl living together and not fucking.”
“And who says we’re not?”
The girl covers herself with her hands as she looks up at me, now looking less curious and more horrified. “What is this? Some kind of weird orgy thing?”
Christ.I sit up and pick her dress up from the floor, handing it to her. “You should just go.”
“What?” She sits up, clutching the dress to her chest, her face full of shock. “You want me to leave because I asked a damn question?”
If fucking only it was one question. “Questions. You asked many questions, and I’m not here to talk. You want a boyfriend, run back to campus and find yourself a nice tech major.”
“You’re a dick.” The girl stands up, slipping back into her dress and sandals, grabbing her purse before slamming the door behind her. I’m sure an Uber will get her back to campus where she belongs.
I look at the wall my bed is pressed up against, listening to the constant thump, thump, thump, coming from the other side.
Fuck this.
I pound a quick fist to the wall, annoyed and beyond pissed-off, before I pull on a pair of black sweats and walk out to the grand living room of the lake house and take a seat on the sofa.
Moments later, I see a shadowy figure slink out the front door and another I’m familiar with standing in front of me. Penelope is wearing only a plain, black tee, thin from years of wear. And although it’s too large for her, when I lift my head, I see smooth, tanned thighs in front of me.
I look up as she pulls her disheveled dark hair up into a ponytail. “What the fuck’s your problem? You almost fucked up my orgasm with that loud banging on the wall. Scared the hell out of me.”
“Good.” I lock my cold eyes on her blue ones. “You fucked up my sure thing.”
“And how, exactly, did I do that?” She folds her arms across her chest, pulling the tee up slightly, revealing more of her shapely legs. “Sounds more like that had to do with your sparkling personality, Linc.”
I sit up, my hands gripping her ass as I pull her to me. “She asked too many fucking questions. And you and whoever-the-fuck were busy making the world’s cheesiest porno. It was a real boner killer, P.”
She doesn’t pull away from me, her hands resting on my bare shoulders. “Don’t get pissed at me because you had a talker and I had a doer.”
I lean back against the back of the couch, taking her with me, her strong thighs straddling my lap, my hands holding onto her hips as my chin tips up to look at her. “The way I see it, you owe me an orgasm.”
Her hands move to my hair, sliding her fingers through the styled brown locks before they slide down the trimmed beard over my jaw. Her face dips down, her full, red lips hovering above my own, her blue eyes full of something sinister, something that’s been there for years, festering under the surface. “You’re right.”
That’s odd. She never doesn’t fight back. Her voice is a soft whisper. “I’ll be right back.”
My hands slide under her shirt, my fingers burying into the flesh of her slender hips. “I think we have everything we need right here.”
She shakes her head, pushing my hands away as she climbs off me. “Not quite.”
She leaves the room, leaving my heart to thunder in my chest and my mind to race. What the hell could she be getting? Sexy lingerie? Toys? Lube?
She walks back into the room, having my curiosity ramped up until she tosses me a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues.
What the fuck? “That should do it.”
She blows me a kiss and leaves.
Bitch.
I growl, throwing the lotion and tissues away from me.
Penelope fucking Jones. It’s my fault she’s here to torture me.
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