My Boyfriend's Roomate (Verse x BrookeSmitten)

[BrookeSmitten]

Brooke wanted to surprise her boyfriend for the holidays. School was out until January for her, and she is going to spend Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years with him. She dragged her luggage behind her as she wore a light winter coat, yoga pants, and Ugg's. She entered the apartment building and beelined towards his apartment. She rang the doorbell and waited for him to open the door. To her surprise, it was not her boyfriend. Forgetting about the existence of his roommate, she asked, "This is apartment 404, right? Jaimie Oscar lives here?" She asked with a confused look on her face as she examined the man. Her hazel eyes stared into the man and probably beyond him. The brunette with waist long hair, a heart shaped face, stood at 5'4 with a slender well shaped body frame from working-out, didn't really care for him as she stood there waiting for him to give an answer.

 

[Verse]

Rourke Dalman was a dark, filled-out apparition. A good head taller than his roommate Jaimie, there was little doubt who called the shots in the apartment. If Rourke's name hadn't already been on the deed, his presence would have gotten him most say, anyway. He wasn't particularly heavy but for his shoulders, but his gait was threatening, as though he'd use every foot of his height to pounce at any second. And with his wingspan he certainly had the reach. He was wearing an open, green overshirt and a gray tanktop when he answered the door. Blue jeans worn to all shit, but he liked them.

He looked the small thing over, and smiled to himself like there was an inside joke she'd never understand. He knew Brooke from a couple of pictures. Jaimie was sometimes feeling inadequate in face of the parade of dalliances Rourke moved through their common living space, and had shown Rourke some good, private pictures of Brooke, to compensate. She looked more innocent in the light of day in the hall. Ah, he'd already decided what kind of holiday present he'd give her.

"Yah." he said and didn't move. He leaned down and rested his forearm on the frame of the door, getting his face closer to hers. His eyes were darker than hers. His black hair was long enough it hung behind his ears, just barely. The skin on his jaw was taut. She had her coat on and all he could think about was how her little body underneath would take his big cock. Maybe there was a glint of that in his eyes. "He's out." he said and waited for her to elaborate. Even though he was putting on a rather stoic front, he left room in the air around them for it to be a joke.