Hot Roommate 2

Anna.

I take the sidewalk to Lizzy’s apartment on autopilot as I think of how to pay my rent that’s due in five days. Hell, I didn't know when I reached the apartment complex.

I walk away from the elevator, strutting down to her door. Surprisingly, Lizzy left her door open, and I pushed the door further apart, striding in.

As the door creaks shut behind me, I pad down the hallway and that’s when I heard the moans of pleasure shooting into the air.

Rounding the corner to the large living room, I see Liizy perched over the sofa with her bare ass hanging in the air.

Her eyes roll skyward and she has her lips between her teeth while Josh in his naked glory rams into her powerfully from behind.

“Fuck, Josh! Yes, keep doing that, baby!” Lizzy’s screams of ecstasy ripple through me.

Damn, this is definitely wrong timing, I think to myself.

“Like that, Lizz” Josh growls, powerfully taking my friend from behind. Lizzy’s titties flail deliciously as she bumps her ass backward to meet Josh’s thrust.

Fuck me, I can’t stand this erotic scene, I whisper under my breath.

At that, I whirl, making my way out. Unfortunately, the strap of my bag slings over the bottle of Chardonnay on the small coffee table.

With a loud crash, the bottle shatters on the floor, drawing their attention. My eyes go saucer wide, realizing what I had done.

“Shit! What the fuck was that?” Josh’s voice echoes…

And the two pairs of eyes turn towards me. A dirty smile curls up Lizzy’s lips. She usually gets this insane satisfaction when I watch her pussy getting whipped.

“Aww, guess my little friend was enjoying, huh?” She taunts, biting her lips when Josh resumes his masterful thrusts.

“HI, Anna. been a long time, huh?” Josh rattles, pounding into Lizzy without mercy.

“Sorry for the intrusion. You guys, uh…left the door open. That’s why.” I manage to say and Lizzy shakes her head wantonly at me. Then…

“It’s okay. It’s not like this is your first time seeing this.”

‘“Listen, Lizzy. I need your help.” I groan, slipping my eyes shut.

“Fuck, Anna. I need to cum right now. I promise, I’m almost…” Before she could finish, Josh's pace increased and then I heard him whimper, showing his just about to come down from high. Lizzy follows too, whimpering as she tweaks her nipples between her fingers.

The air reeks of sex as Lizzy and I settle on the Island in the kitchen. Josh had just left immediately after showering, leaving Lizzy and me in the whole apartment.

She hands me a drink of coffee while sipping hers before settling into the seat opposite mine.

“So, what were you saying before, Anna?’

Sighing, I recount the shit Etta told me to her. “Now, where in hell am I Supposed to get money to pay the rent in five days? I grouse.

Lizzy snorts. “I always knew that girl is shitty.” Lizzy cusses, dropping her mug of tea on the table with a thud. Heaving, she says. “You’ve got to find someone to pay the rent with you.”

I chuckle bitterly, saying. “See? That’s the problem! Where am I Supposed to find someone that quick?”

“I can help you!” Lizzy brightens, grabbing her phone that’s idling a few meters away from her.

“All I need to do is an ad online and you’ll see people showing interest. I don’t think it’s that hard!”

Before I can even think it through, Lizzy has put up an ad on her Instagram story, adding my number.

Looking at me with a smile, she says. “Case solved. I set your interview tomorrow and next. Trust me you’ll find someone.”

Giving her a skeptical look, I hum, “Are you sure about this?”

And Lizzy nods wordlessly.

______

Ledger.

The hockey practice just ended and my guys and I exited the rink, deciding to hit our favorite pub. Ross, Eric, Dane, and I dive into Ross’s sedan, chattering as we roll down the street.

It's already dusk with the streets buzzing with its usual night walkers. I’ve been playing hockey since I was in high school. Hell, it all started as a hobby before turning into my means of earning a living.

Of course, I and my team have bagged some honors, and I’ve won some medals, making me one of the most famous hockey players in the State.

Regardless, the money I make now only serves to feed me. That’s why I still live with my buddy, Micah, whom we’ll meet up with at the pub.

Micah’s cool, and we’ve been buddies from college. I play hockey while he works in a tattoo shop.

And I got my beastly tattoo from him. In record time, Ross pulls his Sedan into the pub’s driveway, the tires squealing.

We all alight from the car, teasing Ross for his rough drive just now as we troop into the vociferous club.

The punk band are already delivering hits for the night, and I see people clustering around, singing and dancing to their hits.

“Fuck, yeah. Just what I need.” Ross mumbles, his eyes taking in the girls gyrating by the corner.

“Well then, I’m gonna get us drinks. You fetch the girls.” Dane says to us, strutting over to the bar.

Dutifully, Ross and Eric strut across the room to the girls.

My eyes wander around in search Of Micah.

Where in hell is he? I think to myself, weaving through the tangled bodies on the dancefloor.

The pub isn’t this modern kind of pub with fancy decorations. It’s old with raunchy chairs and tables. Even though the interior seems old, my buddies and I fucking love the vibes.

Unable to find Micah amid the rowdy pub, I take a seat, waiting for the rest to return with their conquests.

Lazily, my eyes wander around, taking in the scene around me. I do notice those making out in the corner.

The pub isn’t a debauchery one but doesn’t stop people from sharing kisses or getting handsy.

When the tune of the punk music turns to classics, my favorite, my head begins bobbing to the rhythm until I hear the brash, angry voice coming from behind me,

“Where the fuck is he, huh?”

Curious, I whip my head around, wanting to figure out what’s going on.

Hell, on turning my face backward, I feel a stinging blow on my face.

“What the…” I pause, letting my dazed gaze adjust, and that’s when I see Micah, a crazed look mar his features, jaw drawn tight. “Micah?” I gush in shocked horror.

What the fuck is going on with him? I think to myself, watching as Micah makes more attempts to hit me. Only Ross and Dane are tugging him backward, restricting his movements.

Is he drunk or what? I wonder. Then I blurt out,

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Micah?”

Micah makes some horrible noise at the back of his throat before spilling out. “You sonofabitch!” He curses at me, making my brows draw together in confusion.

“You think I won’t find out you’ve been screwing my girl, huh? I fucking saw her panties in your bathroom.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I murmur, glaring daggers at Micah.

I actually want to take his words as a joke, that’s why I gave a little laugh but…

Wait a minute, he is serious?

My face swiftly blanches and I cuss, launching to defense.

However, Micah’s not having it. "You think I fucked your girl, Micah?”

A wry chuckle vibrates from my lips. More surprise flashes through me when Micah fishes out his phone, showing me the said pictures.

The others look at me with mixed expressions on their faces—doubt, shock, questions.

Just as I try to spill another word, Micah growls. “I want you out of my apartment tonight,”

TBC.