My Ex’s Roommates: A Reverse Harem College Sports Romance (Ex Marks the Spot)
My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 25

Harper’s eyes darkened as she reached up to tuck her fingers in the waistband of my joggers and tug them down. Her tits swayed as she did and I fisted my hands to keep from grabbing her off the floor so I could taste them. The way she was responding to my orders was too good to pass up. I wanted to see her attitude flare again with my dick in her mouth.

My cock was so hard that it snapped out of my boxer briefs as soon as she got the band low enough. I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed. “Prove me wrong. Show me that you aren’t such a princess that you can’t gag a little.”

She gripped my hips and scooted closer, her eyes on mine the whole time. Her lips parted in a grin and then opened, her tongue sticking out like a red carpet for my cock to come down. Her eyes damn near glittered with laughter when I shuddered and I could see her pleasure in knowing how much she affected me.

Living out a secret fantasy, I rested the tip of my cock on her tongue and met her gaze as I pressed forward. Wet heat engulfed me as she closed her lips and stroked me with her tongue. I growled as an ungodly amount of pleasure stole through me. She was going to make a joke of my self-control, without a doubt.

She could tell she was killing me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, knocking mine out of the way, so she could stroke the inches she couldn’t take into her mouth. Not that she wasn’t trying her hardest to take as much of me as she could. She took more and more until she gagged and pulled back, breathing harder. Her eyes watered but she only took a second before trying again.

Her mouth was heaven. She took me deep time and time again, pushing herself until she gagged enough times that tears were leaking down her cheeks. Sucking hard and stroking me with her tongue, she proved to me just how far she was from cold and plastic.

“Fuck, princess.” I didn’t even recognize the growl in my voice. “Deeper.”

She stroked her mouth up and down my length and lowered her hand to roll my balls in her hands. It was too much. My brain shortwired. I wanted to know how she knew to do that and kill the person who’d taught her and I wanted to get on my knees and beg her to never stop. Pleasure built at the base of my spine and I tightened my grip on her hair.

“I’m going to come, princess.” I said it as a warning so she could pull back if she wanted to but her eyes narrowed and she took me even deeper than before. “Goddammit, Harper!”

I came down the back of her throat, roughly working my hips back and forth while she stayed still and let me use her mouth. I groaned her name loud enough that I knew Dylan and Carter would’ve heard if they’d been home. Body shaking, I pulled back as the last jet of come coated her tongue and sank onto the corner of her bed.

Harper stayed where she was, her body coated in a sheen of sweat with a trail of her spit from her chin to her navel, proving just how hard she’d taken me. Cheat heaving, she licked her lips and dropped her head forward. “And?”

I still couldn’t catch my breath but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to a stand between my thighs. Our height difference put her tits right in my face and I leaned into her, letting them smother me. Groaning into her flesh, I wrapped my arms around her to cup her ass. “Heaven.”

Her body shook against me and when I tipped my head back to look at her face, I saw that she was biting her lip and watching me with fire burning in her eyes. “Are you done now?”

I answered her by dipping my tongue into her navel and licking a trail up to the valley between her tits, cleaning her as I went. “Why would you think that? I assumed Jake was a two-pump chump but he couldn’t get it up again for you?”

She gasped when I cupped her pussy and used the grip to pull her even closer so I could feast on her nipples. Her hands grabbed my shoulders and she held on with a starving look on her face. “He couldn’t. But Dylan could.”

My wires had to be crossed in my head because her words poured gasoline on the fire burning in me. Hearing about Dylan taking her more than once should’ve had me packing up and running but instead I was close to losing control and just throwing her down to fuck her. Her wetness coated my hand and when I pushed a finger into her, the tight heat that welcomed me was intoxicating. “So Dylan fucked you more than once.”

Her eyes flashed. “Do you want to know the craziest part?”

I shouldn’t. “Tell me.”

“He fucked me over the kitchen island.” She smirked, proving that she knew just how insane that was. “The first time anyway.”

If I hadn’t been inside her, I might’ve been shocked enough to sit back and let her words sink in. Dylan kept the kitchen clean with something close to a neurosis. For him to have fucked her over the counter, he would’ve been more out of control than I’d ever seen him. The idea of it, of him bending her over the counter and fucking her, it sent a shiver down my spine. “You played the good girl for so long, didn’t you? But now look at you. Bragging to me about my best friend fucking you. You’re not a good girl, are you?”

She bit her lip hard and whimpered when I curled my finger and found the soft spot inside her. I brought my thumb higher to stroke her clit and her knees buckled. I spread my legs and pulled her on top so she was spread out on my lap. I pushed a second finger in deep and listened as she moaned my name under her breath.

“Answer my question, princess.”

She met my gaze. “I’m not a good girl.”

I fucked her faster with my fingers, enjoying the way her body flushed with pleasure. I leaned forward and sucked her nipples while gripping her hair with my free hand. I pulled it tight so she was arched into me, opening her pussy up even more. I took advantage and pushed a third finger in. Instantly, she cried out and came, her body rocking back and forth on my legs as she rode my fingers.

“Maybe you’re not a good girl, Harper, but tonight you’re going to be my good girl.” I pumped my fingers faster. “Come again.”