All Chapters of Fell In Love With My Roomy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The moment is completely ruined when I hear a loud knock on the door, and Kent freezes as I pull the blankets over our bodies. "Guys! We discussed this, no loud noises while Kyle and I are here, it's inappropriate!" Mark's voice comes from the other side, and my face turns red with embarrassment. "If you don't like it, leave!" Kent shouts back. "You don't seem to mind when your headboard hits the wall and the noise when you bring your girls over!" "You all don't know those girls, it's disgusting!" He shouts. "I-I'm sorry, Mark!" I respond, wishing I could disappear. "I thought you were in class!" "Just please don't do that again!" He calls and walks back down the hall while I bury my face in the mattress. "Kill me," I mutter. "Please, just kill me." "It's not that bad," he whispers, and I feel a sense of dread inside me. "I didn't think anyone was home." "Me neither," he chuckles. "It was just a sound or two; you were in the middle of it." I understand Mark's discomfort; it w

I expect his emotions to be evident; they were quite strong last time when he confessed that they'd been in that situation but that he'd never gone through with it. However, he looks confused, as if he can't recall it at all, and now I'm starting to get concerned. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but we never did anything that night," he says in a low, dangerous tone. "I don't appreciate you causing all this chaos and telling lies." "No, Kent, a lie would be untrue," she says, opening her phone again, and I blink. She displays a picture that nearly makes me sick: it's him behind her in bed, both of them on their knees, his face pressed into her neck, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. What's worse, I can see everything; she's done nothing to cover her body in this photo. "You took a picture?" I ask angrily. That's a major breach of trust for her. "I have a nice camera in a plug on my wall," she smiles, and I step away from Kent, feeling annoyed. We were supposed to b

He grabs my waist, and I gently rock against him, feeling that bulge in his boxers grow larger. I feel antsy; things are getting hot way too fast. This is different than the other sex we've had; it's less about love, more about sex. But knowing there are feelings woven into it is more than enough for me. I slide my hand between us and reach into his boxers, setting him free and running my hand up and down his length. He groans and moves his hands to the front of my body, cupping my breasts and deepening our kiss. "I need you," I whisper, and he nods, reaching down to pull my underwear aside. His hand slips down and gently traces his fingers over me. It's not enough; I don't want gentle right now. I push up on my knees and slowly settle over him, feeling him deep inside of me, and I nearly scream, managing to keep it to a short moan. He curses, and his jaw hardens, hands holding onto my butt firmly. I rest my forehead on his and grip his headboard, slowly starting to move over him.

"For the past two weeks, our sex life had been almost too much for me. It was fun and nice, and in a lot of ways, it was love, but it had ramped up dramatically." "Because I love you," he answers quietly. "I think you're hot, it feels good, I like watching you-" "Oh my god," I mumble, shoving him slightly, and he laughs. I feel my cheeks turn pink and I clear my throat. "You're really too much for me." I'd never been in a relationship where sex had become such a normal part of it. When I dated in high school, sex was something I did every once in a while. It wasn't anywhere near as often as Kent and I were doing it. "You know there's nothing wrong with us, right? Couples have sex," he shrugs, and I clear my throat. "I know there's not," I whisper. "We're so not having this conversation." I amend a second later, moving around him to get back to the fridge in search of a bell pepper. He's not having it, though, picking me up and sitting me on the island. "Kent! Just let me." "Why a

I turn on the taps over the bath, letting nice warm water run into it. I add some body wash left on the side rail of the tub along with more neutral bath essentials. It was always ready for someone to drop by and stay. I go back out to grab my toiletries out of my suitcase, and I smile, seeing Kent in the corner on his laptop. It was in moments like this when I could really overdo it and see us together for a really long time; I wanted moments like this forever. I give him a brief wave, blowing him a kiss, and then I head back to the bathroom. I rest the door on its latch and pull off my clothes, looking at the inviting bathwater. I take off my jewelry and tie my hair up in a loose bun this time, walking over and turning off the water. I test it out with my hand, and I grin at how nice it seems. Then I walk over and dim the lights, hurrying back over to the tub, easily settling into the warm water and laying my head back on the bath pillow. I couldn't believe how well stocked this