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Chapter 3 My Sexy Roommate- Three

CHAPTER 03
The next morning, Ethan emerged from his room to find Maya in the living area, canvas on an easel, hair in a messy bun. Paint smeared her cheek and forearms.
“Morning,” he said, stopping in the doorway.
She glanced over, brush pausing mid-stroke. “Hey. I was going to make coffee, but I got caught up…”
He crossed to her, looking at the canvas. It was abstract—swirling blues and purples in bold, expressive strokes.
“It’s good,” he said.
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m trying something new.”
He reached out, brushing a smudge of paint from her cheek. “You always do that—diminish your talent.”
Her gaze softened. “You don’t know that much about my talent.”
“I know you sold a piece for thousands. That gallery owner—”
“Was a friend of my ex’s.” She set down the brush, turning to face him fully. “I’m lucky, not talented.”
Something in her voice made him study her closer. “You don’t believe that.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “Sometimes. When I’m in my head too much, second-guessing everything…”
He stepped into her space, cupping her face. “Don’t do that. You’re talented, Maya.”
Her eyes searched his, then she surged up on tiptoe, kissing him deeply.
Ethan growled, backing her against the easel. It wobbled precariously, and Maya broke the kiss, laughing.
“Careful, or I’ll have to redo this entire canvas.”
He grinned, hands sliding down to palm her ass through her thin sleep shorts. “Worth it.”
She pushed lightly against his chest. “Let me finish this. I’ll be quick.”
His fingers slipped under the waistband to find her bare beneath the shorts. “Or you could be quick now.”
Maya bit her lip as his fingers moved lower. “Tempting, but…”
“But nothing.” He lifted her, moving them toward the couch. “Put your back into it.”
She yelped as he dropped her onto the cushions, pushing her onto her knees, ass in the air. “Ethan! The canvas—”
“Will survive.” He tugged her shorts down. “Hold that thought.”
Then he was inside her—thrusting deep, one hand on her hip, the other fisted in her hair. Maya groaned into the cushions, arms braced against the back of the couch.
“So eager,” Ethan murmured, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Already soaked for me.”
“Shut up,” she panted, hips rocking back to meet his thrusts. “Just fuck me.”
"With pleasure."
His grip tightened in her hair, pulling her upright against his chest as his thrusts turned punishing.
“Oh, god—" Maya gasped, eyes squeezing shut.
He reached around, finding her clit. “Look at yourself, Maya. Watch how good I fuck you.”
She forced her eyes open, catching their reflection in the black screen of the television. The sight of Ethan behind her, between her thighs, his thick cock glistening with her arousal as he drove into her—it was too much.
“I’m gonna come,” she choked out, the pressure coiling impossibly tight.
Ethan’s hand left her clit, wrapping around her throat instead. Not squeezing, just holding. “Let me hear you.”
The change in angle, the possessive grip of his hand—it sent her hurtling over the edge with a scream, her pussy clenching around him.
Ethan’s rhythm faltered, a curse tearing from his throat as he emptied into her. After a long moment, he released her throat, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“Painting can wait,” he said roughly.
Maya laughed breathlessly. “You owe me a new canvas.”
He pulled out, helping her straighten her clothes. “Consider it commission."
***
The bar was packed—low lights, thumping bass, bodies pressed close in booths and along the counter. Maya nursed her cocktail, stealing glances at Ethan across the table. He looked unfairly good tonight—black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, veins prominent as he curled a hand around his glass.
She shifted in her seat. Focus, Maya. It’s just a night out.
But Ethan’s gaze flicked to her lips, then lower, and heat spiraled through her.
“You’re staring,” she teased.
He leaned closer, voice barely audible over the music. “You wore that dress on purpose.”
Her mouth quirked. The dress was short, silky, the neckline dipping low enough to draw attention. “Maybe I did.”
“Dangerous,” he murmured, his hand sliding beneath the table to rest on her bare thigh. His thumb stroked lazily, higher and higher.
Maya sucked in a breath. “Ethan. People—”
“No one’s looking,” he said, tone rough. His fingers edged under the hem of her dress. “That’s the fun part.”
Her pulse thundered as his hand moved higher, brushing against the lace of her panties. She bit her lip, eyes darting around. The booth beside them was full, a couple laughing over drinks. Just a few feet away, strangers were standing shoulder to shoulder.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. We could get caught. Someone could see.
Ethan’s lips grazed her ear. “Are you wet already?”
She whimpered, hips shifting involuntarily against his hand.
“Answer me,” he growled softly.
“Yes,” she whispered, breath shuddering out.
His finger hooked the edge of her panties, slipping inside to find her slick heat. Maya gasped, hand clutching the table hard enough to leave crescent marks.
“Careful,” he warned, eyes dark. “You’ll draw attention.”
The danger made her pulse spike higher. She tried to stay still, but his touch was merciless—slow circles over her clit, just enough to make her bite her lip to keep from crying out.
“Ethan…”
“Say it,” he demanded, teeth grazing her ear.
“I want you,” she hissed.
“Not here,” he said, though his fingers still teased her. “Not yet. You’ll take what I give you.”
Maya’s entire body trembled as he worked her closer to the edge. Her nails dug into the leather seat, trying to hold back her moans as the music pulsed around them.
Then Ethan pulled his hand away.
Her head snapped toward him, frustration burning hot. “What the hell—”
He lifted his glistening fingers to his lips, sucking them clean as his eyes locked with hers.
Maya nearly came undone just from the sight.
“Finish your drink,” he said smoothly, as though he hadn’t just fingered her under the table. “Then we’re leaving.”
She swallowed hard, thighs pressed together as need thrummed through her.
“Now?”
His mouth quirked, hand resting high on her thigh again. “Unless you want me to make you come right here.”
A shiver ran through her. She wanted that—wanted to risk someone seeing, hearing her lose control in a room full of people.
But the rational part of her knew better.
“I’m done,” she said quickly, setting the glass aside.
Ethan tossed cash on the table, standing and offering his hand. “Let’s go.”
The drive home was torturous—Ethan’s hand between her thighs, fingers teasing her through the soaked fabric of her underwear. Maya writhed in her seat, desperate for more.
“Stop,” she gasped out as his fingers brushed her clit. “Don't crash the car.”
He withdrew his hand, eyes never leaving the road. “You can’t follow orders.”
“Damn you,” she muttered, hips shifting to relieve the pressure.
His gaze dropped to her legs, then back to the road. “Keep the panties off when we get home.”
Her breath hitched. “Why?”
A smirk tugged his lips. “So I can touch what’s mine anytime I want.”
Maya’s core clenched at his possessive tone. She reached between them, palming the hard bulge in his jeans. “Yours, huh?”
Ethan sucked in a sharp breath. “Maya—”
The car swerved slightly before he righted it, jaw clenched. “Keep that up, and I’ll pull over. Fuck you in the backseat where anyone could see.”
The image sent heat flooding her. “Promise?”
He glanced at her, something dangerous in his eyes. “Careful what you ask for.”
She held his gaze, hand working the zipper of his jeans. “Or what? You’ll punish me?”
A beat of silence, the air thick between them.
“You want me to?” he asked, voice low.
Maya’s pulse raced. “Maybe.”
Ethan pulled over abruptly, parking along the dark street. Before she could speak, he was on her—pushing her seat back, hands rough as he dragged her panties down.
“Ethan, what—”
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up to meet his. The sound of his zipper, then the hot press of his cock between her thighs.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled.
“Don’t,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Ethan.”
He thrust inside her roughly, one hand fisting in her hair to arch her back. Maya cried out, fingers clawing at the seat.
“That’s it,” he ground out, rhythm relentless. “Take it. Show them how much you like it, how much you need my cock.”
She whimpered with each brutal thrust, aware that if anyone passed, they’d see—the car rocking slightly, the naked skin visible through the windows.
“Eyes open,” Ethan ordered harshly. “Look how fucking public this is.”
Maya forced her eyes open, a strangled moan tearing from her throat at the sight—her dress rucked up around her waist, his cock driving into her, visible to anyone who cared to look.
“More," She moaned. “Harder.”
His grip tightened in her hair. “Greedy girl. You’ll get what I give you."
He reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit. Maya’s eyes rolled back, too much sensation—his cock splitting her open, the public exposure, his fingers working her mercilessly.
“I’m gonna—” she choked out.
“Come,” he growled against her ear. “Now.”
Her release crashed over her, clenching around his cock as she spasmed with pleasure. Ethan’s rhythm turned jagged, hips punching forward once, twice, before he groaned, spilling inside her.
For a long moment, there was only their ragged breathing. Then Ethan eased out, helping her up gently.
“Okay?” he asked, thumb brushing her cheek.
Maya found a smile, though her body still trembled. “Never been better.”
He kissed her deeply. “Home. Now.”
The drive was silent, charged with tension. As soon as they were through the apartment door, Ethan pushed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily.
“I can’t get enough,” he growled between kisses. “Need you again.”
Maya wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her.
Bedroom,” she managed. “I want you properly this time.”
He carried her through the dark apartment, falling with her onto his bed. They stripped each other frantically, then Ethan was pushing inside her again—slow this time, reverent.
“Fuck, Maya,” he breathed, forehead resting against hers. “Like this every night.”
She smiled, threading her fingers through his hair. “Deal.”