“Say no more,” I cut her off with a kiss. I picked her up by the thighs as she held onto my shoulders. I carried her to the bedroom, desperately exploring the shape of her mouth with my tongue. She groaned against me, the sound going straight to my cock.
I was in such a hurry to have her that I dropped her onto the mattress harder than I intended to.
“I want you so bad,” I breathed.
“Me too,” she admitted, equally as dizzy and rushed.
There wasn’t any time to take off all our clothes. Molly would be arriving at any moment, and I quite frankly didn’t have the patience to wait for Tia to disrobe. So I unzipped the front of my pants, pulled my boxer briefs down so that elastic band stopped just beneath my balls, and I reached over to grab a condom.
“Take your underwear off,” I ordered as I opened the condom and placed the rubber on my throbbing length. “Leave everything else.
Tia managed to nod, slipping her red thong off with a level of grace that was unparalleled considering our time constraints. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, kissing her hard as I pressed into her. Her pussy was warm and wet, delightfully slick and tight around my member. The noise Tia made drove me crazy, filling me with electricity and anticipation. She clung to me, digging her sharp nails into my back as I began to pull away slowly, only to shove my cock right back into her pussy.
There was something incredibly sexy about being fully clothed, too urgent and full of lust to do anything else but make love. And that was what this was. I was making love to Tia, showing her with every movement, with every kiss, with every delicate touch that I was falling for her. I wanted to show her how she deserved the very best, deserved to feel good. And by the sounds of it, my message was well received.
“Alex, baby, I’m going to–” she gasps. “Fuck, baby, I’m–”
“You want to cum, baby?”
“Yes, please, I just want to cum. Make me cum, baby, please.”
Tia’s breathing became ragged, frantic. She clung to me like I was her only anchor as I thrust into her three, four, five more times. She screamed as she came, her body shuddering beneath my weight. I wasn’t too far off, either, thrusting through my own climax that left me thoroughly exhausted. I pressed my lips to her hairline, to her cheeks, chuckling in satisfaction as Tia slowly calmed down. There were three strong knocks at the front door. Molly was here.
Talk about timing.
Tia and I did our best to smooth out the creases in our clothing, did our best to fix our tossed hair. She was still adorably pink in the face from the exertion, but I prayed that Molly would be none the wiser. I took Tia’s hand and led her to the front door, where I peaked through the viewfinder to see my sister with her arms full of souvenirs from her trip to India. I opened the door, stepping back to give Molly a wide berth. She outstretched her arms and wrapped them around me, hopping up and down with excitement.
“I’m back!” she cheered.
“Welcome home,” I chuckled.
“Hey, Molly,” greeted Tia. She nervously tucked a strand of her gorgeous locks behind her ears. She didn’t look too comfortable, like she was on the edge of telling my sister the truth about us, but couldn’t find the nerve to do it just yet.
I took some of the bags that Molly was carrying and gestured for her to come on in. She made herself right at home, flinging her coat over the back of the couch. She rushed over to give Tia a hug, squealing happily to see her friend. She took a step back, and looked at Tia up and down.
“I’m glad your staying here worked out,” she said. “I hope my brother’s been treating you well.”
My ears burned hot. I’d certainly liked to think that I was.
Tia giggled nervously. “Y-yes, Alex has been a great roommate.”
“Shitty what happened between you and your old one, though.”
“It’s all good now,” insisted Tia. “She apologized to me the other day, actually.”
Molly clicked her tongue as she dragged Tia to the dining table. They each took a seat as I dropped off Molly’s trinkets on the living room coffee table and made my way over to the kitchen. I put on a pair of oven gloves and carefully pulled out the chicken entrees.
“How are you liking the new job?” asked Molly.
“Oh, well, er,” Tia stammered. “I was fired.”
“What?”
“Yeah, we… We had a difference in opinion about professionality.”
“No freaking way!” my sister exclaimed. She looked horrified on Tia’s behalf. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Tia. That’s terrible!”