The Roommate Agreement – Chapter 3_(0)

2:46am and I was still awake. I had been tossing and turning for hours and still wasn’t any more tired than I had been when I first got into bed. The only difference was that now I was antsy.
It had been only two days since Xander moved in and already I could tell that my living situation was going downhill fast. I was still awkward as all hell around both Eric and Gavin, but now I was actively giving Xander the cold shoulder too.
Heather didn’t seem to have a problem with the new guy, but Eric seemed to like Xander even less than I did, though I couldn’t put my finger on why. Maybe Xander came across as a lying, egotistical, ass hat to most people… Yeah. I could see that being a problem for him.
Eighteen. I couldn’t believe that Xander was only eighteen and that he had spent an entire summer lying to me about it just to get in my pants. Even worse, I couldn’t believe that I actually fell for that bull shit.
I threw off my covers, got out of bed, and tiptoed past Heather on the way to the door into the living area. Maybe some tea would help me turn off my mind so I could finally get some sleep.
I busied myself in the little kitchenette filing up my water boiler and feeling around in the cabinets for the tea, determined to find what I needed without turning any lights on and possible waking anyone.
I must have been louder than I thought though, because I didn’t realize anyone was in the room with me until a large hand clamped over my mouth muffling my gasp of shock and another wrapped around my waste pulling me back and crushing me to the hard body of whoever had snuck up behind me.
“What are you doing up at this hour little one?” a low voice breathed into my ear and I was suddenly hyper-awake of the hardening bulge pressing into my lower back.
Both hands slid slowly south until his left hand held my neck and his right played with the hem of my sleep shirt and lightly traced circles across the exposed skin of my upper thigh. I silently chastized myself for not putting any pants on before I left my room, but my body seemed a little too happy with the skin to skin contact my laps in memory had allowed.
“Cat got your tongue little Laine?” Xander’s voice came out as a satisfied growl and he ran his tongue up the side of my neck. To my dismay, it took everything in me not to shiver. At the same time, his right hand slowly began to trail back up my front, this time under my shirt, until his fingertips rested on the waistband of my panties.
I finally came back to my senses covering his traveling hand with one of mine and applying enough pressure to get him to stop. With my other hand, I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, forcing it down until I could easily whisper into his ear. “I’m being touched against my will while trying to make myself tea in my own kitchen. What are you doing up little one?” I threw the pet name back at him in an attempt to remind him of our age gap. I knew that, even though I was less than three years older than him, our difference in age was still a sore spot for his fragile male ego.
The jab must have hit home, because he was a little more rough when tore his hands away only to grab my hips and slam our bodies together until I could feel every inch or his hard cock sandwiched between us.