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Chapter 2 My Sexy Roommate- Two

Chapter 02
The next morning, Maya woke to sunlight streaming through her curtains and the sound of… cooking? She stretched, memories of the night before flooding back. Heat pooled low in her belly at the memory of Ethan’s body moving over hers, inside hers.
She found him in the kitchen, shirtless, pouring batter onto a griddle. The muscles of his back rippled with each movement, and she bit her lip.
“Morning,” she said, leaning against the doorway.
He turned, giving her a once-over that made her acutely aware she was wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts. His gaze lingered on her bare thighs.
“Hungry?” he asked, voice low.
She grinned. “Starving.”
He plated pancakes, and they ate at the counter, thighs brushing under the granite. When she reached for the syrup, her hand “accidentally” grazed his cock through his sweats.
He stilled, plate halfway to his mouth. “Maya…”
She bit her lip. “What? I’m just… reaching for the syrup.”
His eyes flashed, and he set the plate down with a clatter. In one swift motion, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him on the stool.
“Ethan—!” she gasped, but his mouth cut her off, kissing her hard as his hands yanked the t-shirt up to her hips.
“You’re wearing nothing under this,” he growled against her mouth.
“Guess you should punish me for it,” she whispered back, grinding down on the erection tenting his sweats.
In a flash, he lifted her off him and set her on the counter beside the sink. She yelped at the cold granite under her bare ass, but before she could complain, he was between her thighs, t-shirt bunched around her waist.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered, pulling his cock out.
Maya obeyed, heart pounding, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was already wet, slick coating her thighs.
“Look at you,” he murmured, running the head of his cock through her folds. “Still sore from last night?”
She whimpered, trying to pull him closer. “Please, Ethan.”
He pushed in slowly, stretching her. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Maya shook her head, breath hitching as inch by inch, he filled her. “More. Fuck me, Ethan.”
The words were out before she could stop them, desperate.
Something snapped in his expression. Gripping her hips, he began to thrust—hard, fast, jolting her up the counter with each drive. The sound of flesh on flesh, their heavy breaths, and her soft gasps filled the kitchen.
“Oh—god—” she panted, head falling back.
“Quiet,” he reminded her, leaning in to nip her earlobe. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you getting fucked on the counter, would you?”
She moaned at his words, the dirty talk making her impossibly hotter. “Yes… yes, just like that…”
His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit as he pounded into her relentlessly. The pressure built fast, tightening like a coil.
“Ethan, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” he growled, fingers circling her clit mercilessly. “Wait for me.”
She bit her lip until she tasted blood, trying to hold back, but when he shifted the angle, hitting a spot deep inside her, she couldn’t stop it.
“Now, Maya,” he commanded, voice harsh.
Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure making her shake. Above her, Ethan swore, his thrusts becoming erratic before he came with a groan, spilling into her.
After a moment, he pulled out, tucking himself away. Maya winced at the feel of his release trickling down her thigh.
“We should probably clean up,” she said, breathless.
Ethan nodded, but instead of moving, he pushed her knees further apart. “Let me see.”
She bit back a whimper as he ran his thumb through the combined wetness at her entrance, pushing it back into her. His touch sent sparks through her over-sensitized body.
“You going to make a habit of this?” she managed, pulse racing under his gaze.
His mouth quirked as he finally let her close her legs. “No. Just making sure you remember the rule.”
She slid off the counter on shaky legs, his come still inside her. “Which one? No sex, or no messy breakups?”
He handed her a napkin. “Both.”
But as he turned back to the griddle, she caught the way he adjusted himself—still hard under his sweats.
Yeah. They were absolutely going to break this rule again. Soon.
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That night, Maya stood under the spray of her shower, letting the warm water ease the ache in her muscles. She couldn’t stop replaying the morning—the feel of Ethan filling her, the way he’d watched her face as she came…
Her hand slipped between her thighs, and she bit back a moan.
From the other side of the wall came a soft thump, then the sound of running water in Ethan’s shower. She imagined him in there—water cascading over those broad shoulders, soap suds sliding down his chest…
Maya’s fingers moved faster, her breath hitching as she rubbed her clit. She was so close, so—
The water shut off.
“No,” she whimpered. She needed to come, needed the release.
She pressed her forehead against the cool tile, working herself frantically. Then she heard it—the bathroom door opening, followed by footsteps in the hall.
“Maya?” Ethan’s voice, right outside the bathroom.
She froze, hand still between her thighs, pulse racing.
“Are you almost done in there?” he called.
Maya swallowed hard, debating whether to answer. “Uh… just a few more minutes.”
There was a pause, then, “You’re killing me, you know that?”
Heat flooded her. Was he… listening?
Slowly, she turned off her own shower. Water dripped from her body as she reached for the towel. “Why’s that?”
Another pause. “Because you’re in there, naked and wet. And I can’t join you.”
Her breath caught. He was hard. She could hear it in his voice.
“Want to test that rule again?” she asked, voice low, as she wrapped the towel around herself.
Footsteps approached again—closer this time. “You know we shouldn’t.”
The doorknob jiggled.
Maya’s heart pounded. “Ethan…”
He opened the door. Steam billowed out as he stood there, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. His hair was damp, water droplets running down his sculpted chest.
“Fuck it,” he growled, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.
Maya backed up until her ass hit the vanity. “What about the rule?”
He advanced on her, eyes dark. “Screw the rules.”
Then he was on her, mouth crashing down as he lifted her onto the vanity between the sinks. The ceramic was cold against her bare skin, but Ethan’s touch was hot, scorching.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, hands parting her thighs. The towel fell away, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
“I want it,” she breathed, reaching out to stroke his cock. He was already hard, heavy in her palm.
He sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking forward. “Condom?”
She shook her head. “I’m clean. On the pill. Fuck me bare, Ethan.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes at her words. Gripping her ass, he tugged her to the edge of the vanity before thrusting inside her in one long drive.
Maya gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “Oh, god—”
He didn’t let her adjust, just set a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming her into the mirror behind her.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice strained. “I want to watch you come.”
Maya’s hand slipped between them, finding her clit. Ethan’s eyes locked on the movement, his rhythm turning erratic.
“So fucking hot,” he growled. “Can’t get enough of you.”
His words, the sight of him over her, thick cock spreading her wide—it all combined to send her hurtling toward the edge.
“Ethan—I’m gonna—”
His hand covered hers, pressing down as they worked her clit together. “Come. Now.”
She shattered, clamping down on him as her orgasm rippled through her. Ethan’s control snapped, hips losing their rhythm as he chased his own release, finally spilling into her with a guttural moan.
Afterward, he rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard. Maya could taste herself on her lips from his kisses.
“We’re terrible at following rules,” she murmured.
Ethan huffed a laugh, pulling out to examine the red mark on her ass from the vanity edge. “Better get used to it. Pretty sure we’re both rule-breakers at heart.”
He helped her down, and she winced. “I think I’ll be feeling this tomorrow.”
His gaze turned heated. “Good.”
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