BULLY ROOMATE
My blood turned to fire, and one hand gripped the back of her neck, angling her mouth for better access and the other slid up her side, underneath the fabric of her t-shirt.
Josie squirmed against me. She whispered my name as I moved my mouth from hers and down the slender path of her neck. She clutched the cover beneath us, the back of my t-shirt and mumbled, “More.”
I drug the top of her bra down and pinched her nipple, which earned me a cry. “More,” she insisted, her voice hoarse. Quickly, I sat back on my shins and yanked her shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra and a blushing Josie. She curled her arms around her stomach, but I stopped her, pinning her wrist above her head.