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Chapter Twelve

The guys are sitting around on the sofa again, and for a moment it feels like the last time I came down here and Miles sat me on his lap.

My stomach flips at the memory as I weave through the darkness to sit on the empty spot they left for me.

This time, though, it smells like fresh warm pizza and there's a stack of boxes on the coffee table.

"What's the occasion?" I ask, as Ethan passes me a doubled up plate and opens a few boxes for me to pick out which kind I want.

"We won today," says Lionel, snagging two big slices weighted down with olives for himself and sitting back to lounge on the sofa.

"Is that rare?" I still haven't researched my roommates. I should have done that today since I found their names last night, but after all the …activity … yesterday, all I wanted to do was write down all the sensations and emotions before I forgot any of them.

Not that I think that's about to happen any time soon. Those orgasms were memorable .

"No, but they're a high-ranked team, so we figured we'd take tonight off," says Helix.

"So what are we watching then?" I get as comfortable as I can on the sofa, highly aware that as soon as we're done eating, they may decide that part of their winning celebration includes fucking their girlfriend.

"Oh, this show is awesome. You're going to love it," says Miles. "It's about a guy who flies through time and space in a police box."

"I've never heard of anything like that." Living here is apparently going to broaden more than just my sexual horizons.

Miles presses play and we all sit back to watch the show, casually munching on pizza.

My roommates are especially hungry, grabbing seconds before we even fully know what the problem is that the travelers are supposed to be solving on this planet.

Not that I blame them. I'm hungrier than normal myself after last night, and they did most of the work.

It's not long before all the pizza is polished off and the boxes have been moved to a corner so they can prop their stocking feet on the edge of the table.

Half of me immediately thinks that we need to give this entire basement a solid once-over with some cleaner, and the other half is jealous that they get to stretch out and I'm stuck curled up in the corner.

As the second episode starts up, and my roommates make no attempts to move from the sofa, I begin to shift more in my seat.

Not only from feeling cooped up in the corner, but because I'm wondering if and when they are going to flip the mood down here from "hang out" to "horny".

I mean, this is nice, just relaxing together, but it's not how things have historically gone for us, and it's weirding me out.

"Stick your legs out straight," says Helix on my left.

This is it. The moment things turn from friendly to sexy.

"No, across my lap." Helix grabs my knees and turns me slightly so my legs drape across his lap and my feet end up in Miles's lap next to him.

But no one reaches for the zipper on my jeans to pull them down.

Instead, Helix simply holds my legs as Miles massages my socked feet.

It is not sexy, but it is relaxing. Having Miles rub my feet is the most pampered I've ever felt, which is both a little sad and also weird given that these guys aren't my real boyfriends.

I've had actual boyfriends before, sort of, but they never just casually touched me like this.

My roommates haven't taken me out on dates or anything, but here they are, making me feel almost cared for.

Ethan hooks his arm around my shoulders and turns me slightly, tucking me against his side so I can watch the show without getting a crick in my neck.

The touch is so nonsexual, I'm not sure what to do with myself.

I lay against him, waiting for something to change and for one of them to make a move, but nothing happens.

Eventually, I give in to the cozy vibe they've created and drape my arm low across Ethan's stomach, allowing the soothing touch of my roommates to help me sink into a sweet sleep.

I'm cozy and warm, snuggled into a soft pillow and hugged by blankets. I should still be solidly asleep. Why am I awake?

A hand snakes around my waist and pulls me back against a hard chest, shifting me to lay completely on my side as something firm nudges its way between my thighs. I'm groggy, my throat dry from sleep and my thoughts muddled. Is this a dream?

The firm thing slides between my thighs, and a male voice groans behind me.

Then the thing—a cock?—hits my clit on the next stroke before pulling back.

A hand moves down my thigh, pushing it forward until my knee lays on the bed, giving whoever is behind me better access to my pussy.

On the next stroke, the cock presses against my entrance and then shoves homes.

There's no foreplay, no slow stoking of the embers. No, he starts at full inferno, pumping hard and fast in short strokes. It takes my body a moment to catch up, but the fact that one of them snuck into my bed in the middle of the night for a quick fuck is a turn-on in and of itself.

Especially not knowing which one he is.

"I want you to squirt again," he groans in my ear, distorting his voice. "This time for me."

His words are dirty, if indecipherable. My entire focus is on the way our bodies are hooked together.

Still inside of me, my mystery boyfriend rolls me onto my stomach and begins pounding me into the mattress, his hips slamming into my ass with each powerful stroke.

My fingers search for purchase, clawing into the pillow as my boyfriend drives this rollercoaster I'm on.

It's so good, rough and wild and so different from the other experiences with these gamers.

Pulling my pillow closer, I moan into it as an orgasm explodes through my body.

My boyfriend pounds into me twice more, and I'm sure I'm going to have bruises on my ass in the morning from his hipbones.

Then he drops onto my back, pressing me down into the mattress as he groans into the crook of my neck.

He's heavy on top of me, but my whole body feels so languid that it's like having a weighted blanket. Perfect for sleeping beneath.

My sleep shirt is rucked up beneath my arms. It's uncomfortable and bulky, but the weirdest part is that my body is warm. And getting warmer by the second. My head is still fuzzy from sleep and it feels so good, I never want to wake up from this dream.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," whispers Helix, laving one of my nipples with the flat of his tongue. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmm." I can't even think of any words right now, let alone form any. Not with the way Helix's fingers are walking their way over my hip and down between my thighs.

My legs fall open of their own accord and let him in.

I stretch my arms above my head, waking up quickly as he stretches my pussy open with two fingers.

There's next to no resistance on my body's part, which makes me wonder how long Helix has been warming me up before I actually woke up.

What a nice way to ease into the morning.

"Are you ready to take on the day?" Helix shifts until he's kneeling between my legs instead of lying next to me. "And my cock as well?"

Helix replaces his fingers with his cock, teasing the head along my seam before sliding the length of between my folds, hitting my clit and waking me up faster than any other method he's used so far.

"Yes." My body is ready. Helix might be a little cheesy in his own domineering way, but it's completely him, and most people aren't very authentic so the fact that he's not changing for anyone is special.

Without another word, Helix slams into me in one long stroke.

"Fuck!" My arms fly up to press my palms to the headboard so my head doesn't hit the hard wood. Helix touching me—fucking me—is the perfect way to begin the day, and a concussion would ruin it.

"That's the idea." Helix grins as he grips my hips and starts pounding into me with determination, slamming his hips into mine with each panting breath.

"We have a ranked game today"— slam —"and I'm going to dominate.

"— slam —"I'm going to deal so much damage"— slam —"they'll be running back to their base"— slam .

Is Helix setting his intentions for the day while he fucks me? Or is he making a wish on this fuck?

Should I make a wish too? I wish first that he keeps fucking me and then, second, for my new book to be a bestseller.

Wait, no, those should be the other way around . Helix's thick cock driving into my wet, needy pussy is making me feel amazing, but I still need to remember my purpose here.

My thoughts are derailed as Helix reaches down to play with my nipples, swiping his thumb over them until they're standing tall and eager for attention.

He's still whispering his mantra as he begins alternating pinches on my eager nipples.

It hurts a bit, but when he lets go and the blood flows back, the pleasure is a high in and of itself.

"I'm so close to coming," says Helix, abandoning my breasts and lifting my hips to fuck me even faster. "Come so I can."

Helix flicks his thumb over my clit and stars burst behind my eyes.

He fucks into me like I'm a toy until he's groaning out his own release.

I should be memorizing the expression on Helix's face as he orgasms for my book, but I can't focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through my veins, both from my own slowly receding orgasm and from the knowledge that I did that to him.

My body pushed him over the edge just as much as his did to me.

"Fuck, I needed that." Helix pulls out and gently sets my hips back on my bed as he rolls off the mattress. He leans over to plant a quick kiss on my lips, then heads out the door, still completely nude, his cock jutting out in front of him, slick with both of our cum.

"Good luck on your game," I call as he closes the door behind him.

Staring up at the ceiling, I let my breath regulate again and my heartbeat to slow back down to its normal rate.

Thank god I'm on the pill because I hadn't even thought of a condom until now.

Every so often, I glance over to the closed door, expecting it to open and any one of my other roommates to come in to fuck me also.

When I'm calm and my cooling sweat has me feeling a little chilly, I head into the shower.

Helix didn't say anything about my being fucked by one of the other guys in the middle of the night.

It almost feels like I'm sneaking around, but they all know about each other.

And I assume they're all telling each other just about everything.

We have a text thread between all six of us, but they probably have one between just them where they share who knows what.

The hot water from my shower eases my muscles from the multiple hard fucks I've had in the last twenty-four hours. I wouldn't change it for anything though. Not only because my body feels amazing, but because I now have so much material for my new books.

Drying off, I run through the list of things I should accomplish today.

Number one on the list is sending out the new chapter for my critique group so they have enough time to read over it before we meet again.

Looking up the term “squirting” so I understand what my mystery boyfriend said to me last night in bed.

And I really need to do some actual research on my roommates.

I'd thought they were nerdy, shy gamers, but based on their fucking styles, I'm beginning to wonder if there's much more to them than I realized.

I really should find out more about them.

Not only for my safety, but because it seems they're going to end up being such a large part of my new books.