Author's Note: And then, I kept writing. My word count indicates that I've now written what can be considered a novella. Sorry, not sorry.
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Sean left early the next morning. He claimed he wanted to get back before his roommates woke up. I'm not sure why he really cared but, to each their own.
I checked my phone as I lay in bed, content that I'd hooked up with someone who was both a fun lay and single. It wasn't too late, but I'd received several texts overnight and this morning.
They were from Alex.
"Hmm.." I started reading. They were innocuous enough to start. The first few were just regular banter, asking how my evening was going, but as the night progressed and I ignored the messages, they seemed more agitated.
It seems Steve was a bit of a snitch, because Alex asked if I was having a good time with Sean.
'I'm gone for one night and you already need to find another dick to play with.' I'd known Alex long enough to know this wasn't sarcasm. My anger flared. How dare he. I'm the one who's single. He's got a girlfriend and is giving me shit about having sex with someone else? We aren't supposed to even be having this conversation... and yet, I enjoyed the jealousy. It made me feel wanted, desired.
Yeah, I'd had a few random hookups here and there, especially over the summer. But they required a certain amount of concessions on my part. Having to do the work to meet up, reach out in the first place and even making sure we had a private place to hook up. Despite my anger, the fact that he was reaching out was enough to want to text back. To tease by denying him the confrontation he so clearly was fishing for.
'Bingo' was all I replied. I smirked and got out of bed, making my way to the kitchen for some coffee. Steve was already downstairs, watching who knows what in the living room.
"Have fun last night?" He called as I came down the stairs. No animosity there, he was just happy someone in the house was getting some action.
"Sure did" I grinned, knowing that he was most likely going to say something to Alex, sooner than later.
Surprisingly, I didn't receive any further communication from Alex that day, and Sean was quiet. I chalked it up to having things to do and settled in for another lazy day before the start of the semester.
Alex got home that evening and didn't seem at all agitated - in fact, he seemed chipper. I was suspicious. He wasn't the kind of person I'd ever dreamed of describing as "chipper".
Steve, Alex, and I settled in on the couch to wrap up the movie we were watching, but once it finished and credits rolled, Steve said he had to go meet up with his girlfriend on campus. We said our cheery goodbyes, and I got up off the couch to go find something to eat. I was reaching up to find something in the cupboard, when I heard Alex enter the kitchen behind me.
I'd chosen to wear my pajama shorts all day. They were very short, and very thin, but it hadn't been an issue to the other roommates. My hoodie came down almost to the hem of the shorts, so at certain angles, it almost looked like I wasn't wearing pants at all.
He didn't stop at the doorway, but instead walked up behind me, gripped my waist tightly, and pinned my hips between his body and the base cabinet. His mouth was at my ear and his voice was a dangerous rumble.
"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" No longer reaching up, I placed my hands on the countertop, feeling the familiar rush of warmth to my face and my pussy.
"I really don't know what you mean" I replied flatly, while at the same time, widening my legs just a touch. It didn't escape his notice. He pushed harder against my backside, and I could feel that he was already hard. Alex moved his hands from my waist, then up under my hoodie. I wasn't wearing a bra and his hands found my breasts, and he gripped them hard.
"I think you know" he rasped, his mouth began tracing down my neck, nibbling softly.
"Are you talking about the fact that I slept with someone else? I don't think that makes me a tease. And it's not like I messaged you a play-by-play" I ground my hips back against him.
"But you knew that would make me jealous," Alex paused, "Unless, you're just that horny all the time?"
He had a point, I had been way more horny since the first time we'd slept together. Sex with my ex, by the time we broke up, had been more of a chore than anything else. And my pleasure always was secondary to his. My ex told me I was hard to get off, so he hardly ever tried. Turns out that wasn't the case - my ex's foreplay game was just lacking. With Alex, there was this electricity. The taboo of it was enough to get me going, but his dominating nature was something I didn't know I wanted.
I didn't know how to answer. Instead of continuing the conversation, I simply opened my legs wider, less subtle this time. I felt Alex's right hand let go of my breast and move down between my legs from the back. I was still pushed hard against the cabinet. He roughly pushed my panties to the side, a finger exploring my slit, finding that I was already wet. His left hand now also abandoned my breast, moved out from under my hoodie, and he reached up towards my neck. I leaned my head back as he grasped my throat, albeit gently.
He inserted a finger into my pussy, slowly. So slowly. I moaned softly, relishing the feeling.
"If I wanted to fuck you right here in this kitchen, would you let me?" He was now moving his single finger in and out, teasing me.
"Yes" I moaned. Part of me thought it was a bad idea - who knew when Steve would be back, or if Kyle would be coming down for dinner any time soon? If he asked permission, I would have said no, but if he demanded...
