Three nights she had lain in bed and thought about sneaking into his room. He’d made it clear she was welcome, and it didn’t seem like he was feeling sorry for poor little Marie who couldn’t get laid. He seemed more like a predatory animal since the incident in the kitchen. She couldn’t believe he’d found her with those ratty old clothes on, scrubbing his floor. The shorts had been way too short and the old T-shirt had been threadbare and too tight.

The massage on Monday had almost thrown her control out the window. Brooks’ strong hands on her skin nearly undid any composure she’d managed to maintain around him. A man had no business being so fucking perfect, especially a man who wanted to have sex with her. Or at least she thought he did. The way his eyes followed her when they were in the same room made Marie nervous and raised her body temperature.

Thursday was long day at work. Some unanticipated bumps along the road to opening the new office were stressing her out and all she wanted to do was go home and sit in a quiet room. Or maybe take off her clothes and crawl under his sheets. She grimaced as she walked into the house. She couldn’t take off her clothes in front of him. He was a god with a perfect body and she was just... regular.

It was almost eight o'clock and the house was empty and quiet. She found a note on the kitchen counter from him.

Penguin,
Meeting Greenie for dinner. Text me if you want me to bring you something back. Or if you want to check out my mattress.
xoxo Brooks

She groaned and crumpled the note up. Cheeky bastard. She definitely wanted to check out his mattress. Her libido was out of control. Marie trudged upstairs and stripped off her clothes. The shower was calling her name.

After washing her hair and shaving her legs, her mind started wandering to Brooks. Always him. It always came back to him. If someone had told her back in October that she’d be living with him and trying to avoid having sex with him, she would have laughed in their face. Life had taken a surreal turn.

She propped her foot up on the edge of the tub and glided a hand down her body to stoke herself between her legs. She imagined him in the shower with her, his hands all over and his lips on her neck.

It didn’t take much to tighten the coil of her spring until she was ready to burst. She was home alone and her moans bouncing off the bathroom walls spurred her on. So close, just a bit more. His cock was probably perfect just like the rest of him.

“Oh God, Brooks,” she sobbed as she came. One hand was between her legs and the other was clutching at the wall. Marie lowered herself to the floor of the shower and let the spray beat on her head and back. Her legs were trembling and needed a brief rest. After a minute, she pushed herself up, turned off the shower, and dried off with a fluffy white towel.

Who was she kidding? She couldn’t go through with it. He really would feel sorry for her and her lack of bedroom skills if she ever slept with him. And it would certainly destroy their friendship.

Wrapping the towel around her body, she pulled open the bathroom door. She almost screamed when she came face to face with a broad chest. It was him and he was standing in her way, blocking the door. One arm was resting on the wall beside the door and the other was hanging at this side. His fists were balled up tight and his eyes were blown.

“Hi,” he said through tight lips.

“Hi,” Marie squeaked. “I thought you were meeting Mike for dinner.”

“Change of plans.” He looked almost angry.

Marie tried to step around him, but he wouldn’t move. “Can I go grab some clothes?”

“No.”

His flat answer shocked her. She took a step back.

“I heard you, you know.”

Oh God, she thought. She’d been pretty vocal in the shower. She’d even said his name when she came. Her face flushed. “I... uh, I...”

Before she could finish her response, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of the bathroom. Within a second she was pushed up against the wall in the hallway. The towel was loose, and the only thing holding it up with his body pressed hard against hers.

“Did you say my name, penguin?”

Marie could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. She couldn’t lie to him, not when he knew damn well she had. “Uh huh.”

Brooks’ hands were firm on her waist. One moved up so he could thread his fingers through her wet hair. He used the leverage to tilt her head back. “I want you,” he whispered.

His eyes were hot and he was licking his lips. She wanted to beg him to take her, but she couldn’t find her voice. It had gotten lost in her throat.

Slowly, Brooks dipped his head down and pressed his lips lightly against hers. She moaned softly and kissed him back. It was all the encouragement he seemed to need because the in next moment he was almost assaulting her mouth with his.

The towel was hitched up her thighs by his knee between her legs. She grabbed at his muscular arms, trying to find support as he explored her mouth with his tongue. His hand at the back of her head made her helpless. He took her mouth again and again. When he finally pulled back, her head was spinning and she could feel his fingertips digging into her hip. It brought her lower body flush with his. The wall was to her back and he was everywhere else. And he felt so much better than she'd imagined.

Thoughts racing, she risked a glance up into his eyes. They were dark, overtaken by his pupils. "Marie," he said. It was almost a question.

"Brooks."

The hand tangled in her hair dropped to her chest and jerked at the towel. She squeaked and grabbed for the material before he could pull it away. "I'm taking the towel, penguin.," he warned.

"Don't. I'm embarrassed."

He pressed his hips into her. "Why?"

She dropped her gaze.

Carefully, he stepped back. She held the towel tight against herself. It's over, she thought, preparing to lock herself in her room. His hand on the bottom edge of the fabric made her gasp. "Come here." With a devilish grin, he tugged on it and coaxed her down the hall a few feet and then into his bedroom.

The room was dark, lit only by the twilight through the sheer curtains. His bed looked massive and intimidating. And it wasn’t made. The duvet was piled up at the foot of it and the white sheets were in disarray.

"Brooks," she said, stopping in the doorway.

He tugged more forcefully on the towel before wrapping her up in his arms again and kissing her. She melted into him. So much for resisting. With roaming hands and lips as a distraction, he managed to back her up to the bed. A gentle push from him tipped her backwards and she fell onto his mattress. Two quick bounces and she was reclined on the bed and watching him standing over her.

Her death grip on the towel was tight. He tried to pull it away again, but she won the battle. Instead of forcing the issue, he easily drew his T-shirt over his head, revealing the shadowy plains of his muscular chest and stomach. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, but it still took her breath away. Before she could recover, he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

"Oh my God," she moaned, averting her eyes. She looked back up when she heard him laughing. Her faced flushed with heat. "Hey, don't laugh at me."

"You're acting like you've never done this before."

"What? Had sex with the hottest guy on the planet? No, never done that before."

Brooks smirked and let his jeans drop. "Be careful. You'll inflate my ego. How long have you refused to get naked with a guy?"

She chewed on her lower lip. "A while."

"A year?"

"Two," she squeaked out.

His eyes widened. "Penguin, you're definitely getting naked with me tonight. We've got two years to make up for."

Lust shot through her. "Brooks, I... "

He was crawling onto the bed like a predator, stopping once he was on top of her. His arms held him up. And somehow, of their own volition, her legs had betrayed her and spread to accommodate him. The towel and his boxers we're the only thing between them now. "The room is dark. I can barely make out your face. Can I have the towel now?"

She still clutched it to her chest. He sighed and leaned closer, running the tip of his tongue down her neck and then over her collarbone.

"You smell delicious," he whispered in her ear. All she could do was whimper and shift restlessly under him. The movement rocked her hips into his.

Brooks’ breath was hot against her skin as he gently removed the towel from her hand and opened it just enough to reveal his breasts. She blushed and turned her head away when she felt his eyes on her chest. His mouth on her left nipple made her gasp in surprise.

He lifted his head. "Oh, did that feel good?" He had that mischievous look in his eyes again. He dipped down and took her right nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around it and sucking as he pulled his head back again. "Who's your favorite hockey player?"

Marie laughed. "Crosby."

"Bullshit," he said. "Who's your favorite, baby?" He returned his mouth to his tits.

She moaned and clutched at his short, cropped hair, unable to find purchase. "Brooks Laich."

Marie could feel his erection rubbing against her center and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He’d somehow pulled the towel apart while she was distracted by his mouth. Brooks kissed her mouth hard before pushing himself up to his knees and looking down at her. She wanted to pull the sheets over her body, but resisted the urge. Instead, she watched his eyes, the light from the window reflecting in them. He traced her outline on the bed. The room was too dark for him to see all my imperfections, she told herself.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, letting his hands follow where his eyes had been. He was gentle and almost revert with her, ghosting his fingertips over her pale skin.

Marie drew a sharp breath. “Oh, please. You don’t have to say that.”

He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head with one hand. She gave a small struggle, but he was strong and he was pressing his weight into her. The other hand was running down her chest and over her stomach until he brushed his fingertips against the course hair between her legs and the slit that was beneath. She knew she was probably dripping wet. “I’ll say what I want because it’s true. I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time.” His voice was gravelly and rough.

She felt a finger tentatively slip between her lower lips. “Brooks,” she begged, shifting her hips. He’d barely touched her there and she was ready to explode.

“Do you want me?”

Marie’s head was swimming. Did she want him? What was he talking about? “Yes, yes, yes. I want you so bad.”

He let go of her hands and shucked his boxers. It must have been a hidden talent because she wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten them off. The dimness of the room prevented her from seeing anything more than a crude outline of his erection.

Brooks was on her again, settling between her legs and pinning her arms above her head again. He kissed her mouth and then moved his lips to her neck and chest. His right hand guided his cock. He went slow, but her breath still caught in her throat over the fullness of having him inside her. The slight pain dulled as he finished pressing into her and then blossomed again when he pulled out for the first stroke.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he whispered in her ear through gritted teeth.

“Two years,” she answered, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. The second stroke was easier and the third was even better. By the time he developed a rhythm, she was awkwardly lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. The pain was gone and she felt a fluttery sensation in her core, her pleasure building.

Brooks let go of her hands and grabbed her hips. Digging his fingertips into her flesh, he helped her move with him instead of against him. Sex had never been something she felt was in her bag of tricks. She knew how to spread her legs and moan, but she’d never enjoyed it as much as some of her friends in college had. Maybe I just didn’t have the right person, she thought. Because Brooks’ slow strokes and hands guiding her hips were enough to make her head fall back in undeniable pleasure.

He spread the fingers on his right hand and ran it up her stomach and chest, palming her tits as he went. He grabbed her shoulder and slammed into her a bit harder. The forcefulness drew a ragged moan out of Marie. He did it again and again. And then he placed the fingertips of his right hand on her lips. She could smell her own musky scent on them.

His hips were moving faster and harder. And she could feel herself get wetter and wetter. She parted her lips and licked his fingertips with the tip of her tongue. Brooks growled and slipped his middle finger into her mouth. Marie closed her lips and sucked his finger, swirling her tongue over the tip.

“Fuck, Marie,” he grunted. “I’m so close.”

His admission almost sent her flying off into outer space. But when he pulled his hand away from her mouth and shoved it between their bodies to thumb her clit, she really did explode into the stars. The violence of her orgasm shocked them both. She could hear a sharp keening noise, but didn’t realize until she started settling down form the high that it was coming from her throat.

He was bearing down on her hard and forceful. Another minute of this and she’d break apart again. She was already too sensitive to stand his delicious assault on her body. Brooks didn’t last another minute, though. Two strokes later and he had his face buried in her neck while he pumped himself into her.

She ran her fingers through his short hair as he came down. His labored breathing in her ear was one of the sexiest things she’d heard in her life. Marie felt him collapse a little more into her, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Gently, she ran her hands over his shoulders, arms and back.

“I’m crushing you,” he murmured.

“No, you’re fine.” She wanted to clutch onto him and keep him exactly where he was. He could stay like that forever for all she cared.

He chuckled. “Good. Because I can’t move.”

Marie shifted her hips to get more comfortable and her muscles clenched on his softening cock.

Brooks gasped. “Oh God, don’t do that. I’ll get hard again and we’ll never get out of this bed.”

She smiled. That would be just fine with her.

********************************

The room was still dark when she woke up. She was still in Brooks' king-size bed. But instead of sheets covering her body, there was a hard, muscled frame. He was flicking her nipples with his tongue as he guided himself inside her.

She’d never woken up this way before--to a man sheathing himself in her before she was even fully aware of what was going on.

“Brooks,” she whispered softly.

He kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out to mimic the thrust of his cock. Finally, he pulled away and pressed his lips to her ear. His breathing was heavy. “I couldn’t help myself, penguin. You feel so good.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder. The position let him go deeper, hitting spots he hadn’t before.

Marie moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Come for me, baby. Please.” He rubbed her clit, moving his thumb up and down, then left and right. She moaned louder when he went left and right. He caught on in no time and continued the motion, letting her pleasure build until she felt like she was on the top of a skyscraper and leaning over the edge.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted as she chased down her orgasm. Finally, she felt the sharp burst and the way it leaked out in waves to warm her abdomen and legs. He was right behind her, jerking his hips and spilling into her.

It wasn’t until they we're lying in a sweaty heap of arms and legs that Marie realized they hadn’t used condoms. She was clean and would be surprised if Mr. Health Nut wasn’t too. And she’d been on the pill since she was twenty, even if it was just for the sake of regulating her period.

“We’re bad,” she whispered into her ear.

“Because we had great sex? Twice?”

“No condom.”

She felt his body tense. “Shit. I... I forgot.”

“I’m okay if you are.”

He pressed a kiss to her neck and moved his lips along her jawbone. Finally, he ended the trip by kissing her mouth gently. “I’m okay,” he whispered against her lips. " But I can't believe I did that. You're a terrible influence."

Marie laughed before asking, “What time is it?”

Brooks rolled off her and Marie had to restrain herself. She wanted to reach over and pull him back on top. “Just after midnight,” he said, looking at the display on his phone. “Go back to sleep. I promise I’ll let you rest. At least for a couple hours.”

She grinned as he pulled her tight against him and threw the sheet over their bodies.