Roommates with Complicated Benefits, page 10
Ethan started laughing, "God, no. I would never do such a thing. I mean, maybe a couples' massage, but that's about it." He grinned. "I have an idea."
"Okay. What's your idea?"
"How's about you give me a massage and then I'll give you a massage?"
"I don't think so," I shook my head. That would just be asking for trouble. I stared at his big muscular hands and I could just imagine the feel of them on my shoulders. Oh, I could die for massage right now, but I knew it would be a really bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
"Or I could massage you first," he said. He reached over and squeezed my shoulders and I moaned as his thumbs pressed into the pressure points at the back of my neck.
"Oh, my gosh. That feels absolutely amazing. Oh," I whined.
Then he grinned, "Well, we could take it to the bed? I promise, I'll just give you a massage and..."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Ethan. I really don't."
"Why not?"
"Because every bad porno starts this way and I..."
"You don't want to be part of a bad porno?" he laughed.
"No, I don't."
"What about a good one?" he said, pulling off his t-shirt.
I gawked at him. His chest... Oh, my gosh. How was his chest so beautiful? Before I knew what was happening, I was reaching over and touching his pecs.
"You like what you feel?" he said.
"Yes. No," I pulled back. "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I've just never seen muscles like that and... This tequila has gone to my head and..."
"It's okay. You can touch me," he shrugged. "You can even give me a massage if you want."
"Why did you take off your t-shirt?"
"I don't know. Maybe I was feeling hot." He winked at me. "You can take yours off if you want."
"That's okay. I don't want."
"Take it off for the massage." His fingers continued to press into my back and I could feel the tension easing. "I mean, a five minute massage and then we watch the movie."
"Sure, but we're not doing it on the bed. You can do it right here on the couch."
"It'll be more comfortable for you, if you're on the bed lying face down."
"I mean, aah. Fine. Five minutes." I got up and before I knew what was happening, I was walking over to my bed.
"Now take your t-shirt off," he said.
"I'm not going to take my t-shirt off."
"It will be easier for me to massage your back if you take it off."
"I guess," I moaned, pulling it off and then laying down quickly. He got on the bed behind me and started massaging my shoulders. I closed my eyes and moaned. As he dug his fingers into my muscles, it felt so good.
"You're going to have to stop making those noises, Molly. It's kind of turning me on."
"I'm not trying to turn you on. I just feel so good. It's been such a long time since I've been massaged."
"And it's been such a long time since I've given a massage," he said. I felt his fingers over my bra straps and he paused. "Now I know this might sound a little bit shady, but can I unclasp your bra?"
"What?" I said, my eyes fluttering open and my face turned up to look at him. "I don't think that's a good idea, Ethan."
"It's just really awkward, me trying to massage you through your bra straps. It will be so much easier if I have direct contact with your entire back."
"I mean, I don't know. I barely know you. Maybe this wasn't the best idea."
"But we're friends now, Molly, and we're roommates. Come on."
"Fine," I said, and within seconds I could feel him unclasping my bra.
"Now put your hands up."
"What?"
"I have to take it off completely. We can't just have it lying there."
"Fine," I said, and put my hands up and he pulled it off. I made sure that I was flat on my stomach. One wrong move and he'd see all of me. I felt his hands now sliding back and forth along the expense of my bare back, and I shivered. It felt so good and even a little bit sensual. His hands were moving up and down and I closed my eyes again and just enjoyed it. I felt his hands going lower and lower until they were kneading into my ass.
He pulled my shorts down slightly and I froze. "What are you doing?"
"I want to get the top of your ass cheeks as well. That is a zone that many people neglect and..."
"It's okay. Thank you," I said quickly. Next thing I knew, he would be trying to take off my shorts completely and I'd be naked. No way this was going to happen.
"Fine," he said with a small laugh. "If you want to turn over, I can do your front as well."
"No, thank you," I laughed. "Are you joking?"
"I know you might think this is weird, but many women love to have their breasts massaged. It's a thing, you know."
"I don't know if it's a thing or not, but I don't really want it."
"Fine," he said. "Well, it's my turn now. You can massage my back."
"What? You haven't even done me for five, ten minutes, yet."
"Well, let's do five minutes each."
"Oh man. I was really enjoying that."
"Well, I'd like some too," he said.
"Fine, pass my t-shirt."
"You don't have to put your t-shirt back on," he said softly. And I felt his lips press against my back. I froze for a few seconds as he kissed his way up to my neck. "I don't mind if you massage me topless."
"What are you doing, Ethan?" I said. I turned over slightly, keeping my arm across my breasts as I glared at him.
"What do you think?" he said, as he pressed his lips into mine.
I was going to push him off, but it just felt so good. Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing him back. He groaned as he fell on top of me. And before I knew what was happening, I was wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him. His chest pressed against my naked breasts. I ran my hands down his back and as his tongue slid into my mouth, I couldn't believe how great he tasted, like tequila and pepperoni, all mixed into one.
His hands undid my bun and my hair went flowing down the sides. He played with my curls as he kissed my face and I moaned as he ran his fingers down the side of my body. I could feel his erection pressed into my stomach hard and deep and I knew that I wanted to feel him inside of me. Yet, it was just moving too fast. I didn't really know him. And while this was the most amazing thing that had happened to me in a long time, I couldn't let it go any further than this.
His lips kiss down my neck and my collarbone until he was sucking on my nipple. I cried out as his teeth chewed and tugged, and I knew that it was going to be very hard to tell him to stop. He looked back up for me, his eyes burning with desire, and then his lips pressed into mine again.
"You're so sexy. You know that right, Molly?"
"Ethan, we shouldn't," I said, as he pulled away from me for a couple of seconds just to stare at my body.
"We shouldn't, what?" He said. His fingers found the top of my shorts and he started to pull them down. For a few seconds, I let him, and then I stopped him.
"No, we can't do this." I pulled my shorts back up and jumped up. He groaned and he got up off of the bed, staring at me. I stared at him.
"I need to put my top back on," I said, looking around for my t-shirt.
"You don't have to," he said. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to Molly."
"I just don't think we should. We don't really know each other," I said.
"Fine. But let me pleasure you," he said. And then he picked me up as if I was as light as a feather and carried me over to the other side of the room to his bed. Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling my shorts off and his lips were on my stomach. "Let me pleasure you, Molly," he grinned.
And I just nodded slowly. His hand separated my thighs and I felt his head lower between my legs. His tongue lightly grazed my clit and I shuddered slightly at the feel of him. I couldn't believe I was going to let him go down on me. Yeah, I was so wet and horny, I couldn't say no. Who could say no to this handsome stud of a man?
I closed my eyes and gripped his sheets as he licked and flicked the most intimate part of me. And when his tongue entered me, I cried out. I cried out as if he were fucking me with his cock, because it felt so good. He seemed to enjoy it because he lapped me up even faster. And I could hear him grunting as he ate me out. My thigh muscles tightened on his face. I wanted to feel him inside of me, deeper and harder. And even though it was his tongue, it felt amazing.
His fingers reached up and played with my nipples as he continued to suck on my clit. And as I felt my orgasm coming, I reached down and pulled on his hair. And then my body started shaking as his tongue entered me in and out, in and out, and my orgasm hit. I could feel my juices pouring out and he licked them up, drop by drop, before kissing up my stomach and then kissing me on the lips again. I could taste myself on him.
"You're amazing, Molly," he said, as he kissed me. And I reached down to play with his cock. "No," he said, "You don't have to do that."
"But," I said, softly.
"Not tonight." He pulled me into his arms and held me there next to him. And even though we barely fit on his bed together, it felt intimate and comfortable and I could feel my eyes closing as I drifted to sleep. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but it had been amazing. I felt amazing. Absolutely amazing. And I couldn't wait to tell Henrietta all about it.
Chapter 17
Ethan
I woke up with the biggest hardon I'd had in a long while. I groaned as I stretched my arms and realized there was a naked woman lying in the bed with me. My eyes popped open and I saw the long black curly hair, and flashbacks of the previous night hit me. Ah, shit. I was in bed with Molly. She was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake her. I thought for a moment and remembered that I hadn't actually had sex with her, which was shocking because she'd seemed like she'd been up for it and normally I would have been all over that. But I'd known that it was too soon, no matter that I wanted her and she wanted me. I didn't want her to feel cheap or like I'd used her, and I had a feeling that she was the sort of girl that really valued someone who slept with her for more reasons than just lust. I wasn't sure why I cared, but for some reason I did.
I felt her stirring and I froze. She yawned slightly and her eyes opened slowly. I wondered what she was going to say. Was she going to start screaming? She seemed the sort that might be a little dramatic and over the top once she realized what had happened. She definitely had been drunk the previous night, but so had I. She hadn't been so drunk that she seemed out of it though.
She turned her head slightly to look at me and her eyes widened for a few seconds. I could see her remembering the events of the night before, and then she gave me an awkward smile.
"Well, good morning Ethan." She chewed on her lower lip and I grinned at her.
"Good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"
"I did," she nodded, "Even though this bed is very small. But I do have to admit your mattress is so much more comfortable than mine."
"You see, so do you want to switch beds then?" I laughed.
"Well, that's not what I'm saying," she said, and then shook her head. I watched as her curls bounced around her face.
"So, this is kind of awkward," she said again, her eyes peering into mine. "I don't really know how we ended up in bed with each other."
"You don't?" I laughed. "Well, here's the thing. We had some tequila shots. We started giving each other massages, and then baddabang baddaboom, I went down on you, you came, and we fell asleep."
"Well, thank you for that narrative," she said, her cheeks going pink. "I do remember all that. I'm just saying that, I'm not quite sure how we ended up here."
"Do you need me to explain to you again?"
"No. I mean, obviously I know how we got here. I'm just, oh-" she groaned. "I cannot believe that we hooked up."
"Well, we didn't technically hook up, really. I mean, you didn't go down on me. We didn't have sex."
"I get it," she put her hand up. "At least, thank God for small mercies."
"I mean, you seem to enjoyed what we did last night. Am I lying? Or-"
"It was fun. Fine," she nodded, "But it's not going to happen again."
"Why not?"
"Because we're roommates and we have to live in small confined space for three months, at least. And well, I just don't think it's a good idea."
"But why not, Molly? It's not like you're getting it from anyone else and neither am I."
"Yeah, but is that really a good reason to hook up?"
"Even though we've already hooked up?"
"Well, we haven't hooked up, hooked up. Remember, you just said that?
"Fine," I groaned. "So, we don't do it again. If that's what you want, then that's what you want."
"I think that's for the best," she nodded, "I mean, I need to focus on my job and I need to focus on trying to get a part in a play."
"I know, I know. I need to focus on my new job too."
"Exactly," she said, "And then, well, we can revisit perhaps."
"What do you mean we can revisit?"
"I don't know. Forget I said that."
"So, you're leaving the door open to us possibly hooking up in the future? Just maybe after you get a part in a play or something?" I raised an eyebrow. "How long do you think that's going to be?"
"No, no, no. That's not what I'm saying." she blushed. "Okay. Well, I need to get ready for work. So, we'll have to continue this conversation later.”
"Hey, no fair," I shook my head, "What if I want to continue this conversation right now?"
"Really Ethan?" She looked surprised. "I don't know many men that want to talk about what's next the morning after."
"Well, you don't know many men like me then, do you?"
"No, I guess I don't." She said with a small smile, "But then I can't say that I know many men and especially not many American men, British guys are very different, you know?"
"Oh really? How so?" I asked her in surprise, and a little bit jealous. "Do you prefer British men then?"
"Well, I can't say that I prefer them." She shrugged. "I've never really been with an American guy. I mean, aside from this little dalliance."
"Oh, is that all I am to you?" I pretended to be affronted, "just a little dalliance?"
"Well no, you know what I mean?" She giggled. "And seriously, I'm going to be late for work and I have so much to do. So, we really do have to continue this later."
"Okay, I'm not stopping you from getting out of bed."
"I know." She said, as she tugged the sheet away for me. "But I kind of need the sheet to-"
"To what?" I said, grinning at her knowing exactly what she wanted.
"Well, I want to go in the bathroom, and I want to have a shower and-"
"Oh, are you asking me to go into the shower with you?"
"No. I'm not asking you to go into the shower with me." She laughed. "I'm actually asking if you-"
"If I what?"
"If you'll give me the sheet?"
"Why? You want me to lay here all cold and freezing?"
"No, I don't want you to be cold and freezing, but-"
"Oh, but what?"
"Ethan really? You're really going to pretend to not know why I want the sheet?"
"No, you tell me."
"I want it so I can run to the bathroom without you staring at my naked body."
"But you have such a beautiful naked body." I grinned.
"Ethan?"
"Fine." I pulled the sheet off of me and lay there almost naked. She stared at my boxers. She could see that I had a hard on. I watched her. She swallowed hard.
"Enjoy your shower, Molly." I said with a small smile.
"I will." She quickly wrapped the sheet around her and jumped off of the bed. I watched as she waddled over to the bathroom and I laughed. I lay there and groaned as I heard the sound of the water in the shower running. She really was sexy, but she was smart. It wasn't a good idea for us to hook up. Especially seeing as she didn't even know who the real me was. I didn't want to make this even more complicated than it already was. I didn't want her to think I was a liar, and I didn't want us to get involved emotionally in any way. This was for the best, no matter that I was hard as hell, I could take care of it when I had my own shower. I needed to focus on the problem at hand, and that was figuring out what was going on at the company? Who was taking the money? And what exactly were Bill and Ben talking about when they'd mentioned that the previous owners had lied? I knew I had to call Harry and I had to speak to him, and that was my first priority. In fact, as I reached over to grab my phone to call my brother, I realized that it should be my only priority in this moment.
Chapter 18
Molly
"Why are you yawning so much, young lady?" Kevin raised an eyebrow as I stifled yet another yawn at our latest photo shoot.
"I didn't really get much sleep last night," I said, as I yawned again. "Sorry about that."
"That's okay, but why didn't you get much sleep last night?" he asked me and then put his hand up. "Just a second. Hey, Imogen, Gemma. This way," he called to the two models that were standing at the side of the room. "I really need you to work these bikinis, girls. We need this line to do well or Marcia is going to absolutely kill us all and fire us, and we won't have jobs. And that's the last thing any of us want, right?" He turned back to me. "So tell me more."
"We can talk about this later, Kevin," I said as I adjusted the lens on my camera. "I need you to tell me your vision for this shoot because I told you that the last shoot wasn't really working."
"What do you mean it wasn't really working? It was fine. I mean, it was absolute fire."
"Yeah, maybe it was fire, but it wasn't good for a swimsuit photo shoot."
"So?" he said. "What would you rather, fire photos or tacky photos of small bikinis?"
"Well, seeing as our job is to sell the small bikinis…"
"I know, I know," he rolled his eyes. "Imogen, I don't like the black on you. You're too pale. If you would have tanned a little bit more like I said," he said under his breath, "Why don't you go and try on that paisley one? And Gemma, you put on the bright red one." He then looked over at me. "And you know what I was thinking with your long black curly hair, you might look amazing in that green bikini."
