Blake wiped a hand through the condensation on the bathroom mirror and looked at her reflection. She scrunched up her hair with her hands and lightly slapped her cheeks to give them some more color, even though she was already a bit flushed from her shower. Giving herself a seductive look, she steeled herself to see her plan through.

She’d left Gavin in the living room where they’d been watching TV. Life in the ER had never been so titillating. The sexual tension, which seemed to only affect Blake since Gavin had looked as relaxed as she’d ever seen him, had almost made her throw herself across his lap and beg him to fuck her with his maybe-big-but-more-likely-small dick. Gavin had been living with her for almost a week, and Celeste’s prediction had yet to come to fruition. Even though its occurrence would cost Blake five dollars, she’d decided that it was a bet she’d gladly lose.

But Gavin had seemed to solidly friend-zone her, which wasn’t a place she could remember ever being. It was a desolate, horrifying place, and she wanted out of there stat. Hence the impromptu shower. Blake figured wrapping a small towel around her wet, naked body would get things progressing in the right direction.

There was a quiet and annoying voice in the back of her head that said banging her roommate was not a smart move. She did genuinely like living with Gavin, which was a big change for her. And even stranger, he seemed to like living with her. She knew sex could make things complicated. Blake suddenly wished she’d banged one of her previous roommates so she had a frame of reference. Currently, it didn’t even matter to her that they’d all been females. She’d do almost anything in the name of science, and that would’ve been one experiment she would’ve given her left breast to have conducted. Well, maybe not the left one. That one was her favorite.

Mind made up, she tucked her towel around herself a little tighter in the hopes that her boobs would bust it open at precisely the right moment. Then she pulled open the door and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. She tried to get a quick peek at Gavin when she walked between him and the television on her way, though she was careful to keep her chin up and her shoulders pushed back. She hoped her posture said something like, Don’t mind my totally naked and inviting body walking directly into your line of sight to get a snack, or Please follow me and make me see God on my Kama Sutra tiles. Either one was acceptable as long as it resulted in an orgasm.

She had been able to register the smallest of movements when she walked by, as if he’d jerked back slightly when she’d entered the room. Taking that as a win, she continued into the kitchen and headed directly to the set of cabinets that she kept her stash of junk food in. Thankfully, it was directly across the peninsula from the living room, which gave Gavin a pretty clear view of at least her upper body if he turned his head. Which she hoped he had. Towel, don’t fail me now. She threw open the cabinet and reached up to riffle through its contents. When the insidious piece of cloth didn’t budge, Blake slowly let out all the air in her lungs before taking a deep inhale and reaching even higher.

It did the trick. The towel unfolded from around her and dropped to the floor. “Oh, darn,” she said as she turned around and looked at the fabric on the floor as if it had betrayed her, though inside she was doing a jig of joy. But when she sneaked a look at Gavin, he wasn’t looking back. In fact, his neck seemed to be so rigidly holding his head facing the TV, his muscles were straining with effort.

This was the second time Gavin had refused to look at her breasts, and it was infuriating. Not even bothering to grab her towel, she walked over to the peninsula and planted her hands atop it. “Oh, come on! It can’t be that small.”

Gavin seemed to startle before his head began doing this weird jerking thing as if part of his brain was telling him to turn his head while the other part stoutly refused to let him do so. Finally, he seemed to settle for slanting his eyes in her direction. “Um, what?”

“Your dick. I mean, you’re a fairly big guy. How small could it be?”

He angled his head toward her a little more. “Why are we talking about my dick size?”

“Because it’s all I’ve been able to think about for a week, and you’re being really unfair by withholding it from me. And I can’t think of any other reason why you won’t let me see it besides it being an embarrassment to dicks everywhere.”

Gavin looked back at the TV for a moment before shifting on the couch so he faced her more squarely. “I’m so lost right now.”

“You’re a single guy. I’m a single girl. Seriously, why are we not spending all of our free time naked?”

She watched his lips quirk slightly. “Well, it seems as if you’ve gotten that party started all on your own.”

“You think this is funny? This is so not funny.”

At that, Gavin began to laugh. “It’s a little funny.”

Her shoulders dropped, and she fought back a smile. “I’m dick starved. I haven’t been laid in almost a year. How is that amusing?”

Gavin’s laughter turned into an air-gasping burst of hysteria. “Did you just say ‘dick starved’?” he asked between what sounded almost like sobs.

“Yes,” she replied with a stomp of her foot that was totally negated by the fact that she was now also laughing. “I’m so thirsty for it, I feel dehydrated.”

That only made him laugh harder, which she hadn’t thought was possible. She rested an elbow on the peninsula and plopped her chin into her hand to wait him out. Gavin came back to himself slowly, random chuckles still bursting out of his windpipe like hiccups. Finally, he laid his head back on the couch and let his head flop to the side so that his eyes were on her.

Blake felt her entire body tense up at the seriousness in them. The sudden blast of heat was something she hadn’t expected to see after his laughing fit. But as they stared one another down, it became abundantly clear that he didn’t find anything funny anymore. And she wasn’t the only one who was thirsty.

* * *

Gavin wasn’t sure which head he should be listening to anymore. Because the one that had turned down the offer of scoping out Blake’s chest was starting to sound like a real fucking prude, and it was pissing him off. His dick, on the other hand, seemed to be pointing directly at Blake.

There was a litany of reasons this was a bad idea. Chief among them was the fact that he’d be homeless again if things went south. And odds were very good that things would go south eventually. That was simply how Gavin’s life went.

But Blake had already called the landlord about getting him added to the lease, and they had an appointment with him set up for early next week. Surely he couldn’t fuck things up that fast. Once he was on the lease, she wouldn’t be able to toss him out when—whatever was bound to happen happened. Things would be tense, but he wouldn’t be homeless. And that thought was enough for him to pat the couch cushion next to him.

Blake tilted her head at him. “With the towel or without?”

“My preference is without, but it’s up to you.”

She seemed to mull it over for a second, which surprised him. She’d been the aggressor from day one, and it made him wonder if it had all been an act.

“Seriously, it’s your call,” he said. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

Blake looked at him like he was an alien. “You’re not pressuring me. I’m just trying to figure out if I’ll want the towel for other purposes.”

A million things flew through his mind, but trying to figure out exactly what she meant by that was too exhausting to contemplate, so he asked her instead. “What other purposes could it serve?”

Shrugging, Blake leaned forward so that she was bent over the peninsula, her large breasts squashed into the tile. “Blindfold, gag, restraint…lots of things.”

Gavin was amazed that someone like this existed, let alone wanted to sleep with him. “That’s…probably the hottest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time. Maybe ever.”

Blake pouted. “Hey. I’ve said lots of hot shit since we met.”

Gavin laughed as he patted the cushion again. “Get your sexy ass over here.”

Standing slowly, Blake dragged a finger across the countertop as she walked around it. The act struck him as a bit of a cliché move that still managed to be hot as fuck. Especially when she came fully into the room, and he got an eyeful of her naked body. Smooth, pale skin stretched over a curvy body that was something out of Gavin’s fantasies. Her nipples were pink and pebbled on her ample chest. Genetics had been really fucking good to Blake.

She lowered a knee onto the cushion he’d patted, but she didn’t sit. Instead, she swung her other leg over Gavin’s thighs and settled her round ass on him. Her breasts pushed into his shirt as she rocked into him, her naked pussy rubbing him through his mesh shorts.

He gripped her hips as he encouraged her to keep undulating into him. His cock was hard—had been since she’d walked past him in the towel—and it demanded more friction. More Blake.

Her breath ghosted over his ear as she panted at the sensation. “I just have one rule,” she said on an exhale.

He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Don’t worry. I always glove up.” Not that he’d had much need to recently. His entire life had been stagnant for months. Maybe even years if he let himself truly dissect it. Until Blake.

Blake chuckled lightly, but it turned into a moan as the tip of his dick dragged across her clit. “I guess I have two rules then.”

“What’s the other?” he asked as he nibbled on her collarbone.

Spearing her fingers through his hair, Blake yanked just hard enough to pull his head back so he was looking up at her. “This is just sex. Wherever, whenever you want it, I’m down. But I don’t do…more. Got it?” Blake was massaging his scalp as she continued rocking into him. There was a slight smile on her lips that took the bite out of her words, but the sincerity was still there. In her eyes, in her tone. And Gavin agreed that it was something they definitely needed to be on the same page about.

“Just so I’m clear, what exactly qualifies as ‘more’?” he asked.

Blake stopped moving and looked at him seriously. “Dating, commitment, love. I’m not a puppet, Gavin. No one puts strings on me.”

Gavin had to hold in a scoff. He was a disowned college dropout who could barely make ends meet. He was in no position to offer anyone anything except an orgasm. He moved his hand from her hip and held it out to her. “Deal.”

Looking down at his hand, Blake laughed before grasping it. “Good. Now where were we?”

Gavin let his head fall back against the couch. “You were about to make me come in my pants like a teenager.”

Grinding down on him harder, Blake let her hands drift down his chest to the hem of his T-shirt, which she promptly yanked over his head. “Was I now? That’s pretty sexy, actually.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah. Knowing I can make you lose it just by rubbing against you. Makes me feel kind of…powerful.”

“Well, you haven’t made it happen yet. Maybe you’re not up for the challenge.”

Blake shook her head slightly. “Gavin, Gavin, Gavin. If there’s one thing you’re going to need to learn about me, it’s that I’m always up for the challenge.” Then her lips were on his, her tongue tangling with his almost instantly.

Gavin raised his hands to cup her face as he sat up straighter. Her gyrations against him sped up, and he let one of his hands drift down her spine until it came into contact with her ass. She was pressed tightly to him, and her tiny frame made it easy for his fingers to keep moving, sliding along her crease and into her wet pussy. He finger-fucked her as she rubbed her clit over the erection in his shorts. He could feel himself leaking precome.

“Oh, fuck, Gavin. Just like that.” Blake fucked back on his fingers while still grinding on his cock. The girl should’ve been a Broadway dancer with the way she could move her body.

“Gonna come for me?” he asked her, more because he felt his balls drawing up tight and less because he was fluent in dirty talk.

But she groaned at his words as if they’d personally traveled down her body and rubbed against her G-spot. “Yeah. So close.”

His own orgasm felt like it was zinging down his spine. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and pulled on it lightly with his teeth.

Her breathing hitched before her entire body locked up for a brief moment, followed by a bone-deep shudder that thrummed through her entire body.

His release slammed into him a couple seconds later. Jets of come shot all over the inside of his boxers. It would be a total mess, and fuck if he cared. He hadn’t even been inside of her, and Gavin had come hard enough to make his dick pulse even after the last of his come had shot out of him.

They panted against one another, still wrapped up in each other. Finally, Blake pulled back. “Having a male roommate was literally the best decision of my entire life.”

Gavin laughed as he lightly swatted her ass. “I’m glad.”