My Brother's Roommate

Meet My Parents

A/N:

Hi my loves,

This is a One Shot of Liv and Devon for your reading pleasure. I'm having horrible writer's block for Dangerous Rhoades and I apologize for that. I figure I would make it up to you with this beautiful, dirty word porn.

In true Liv and Devon fashion, it is very sexually graphic.

But I'm sure everyone here is 18 and older.

Right?

*squints eyes and glares at everyone who's guilty*

Whatever.

Enjoy 😉

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"So, tell me more about yourself, Devon,"

My Dad asks from across the dinner table. His eyes switching from Devon to mine with apprehension. Of course, he barely looked at the large, tattoed male when he thought Devon was only Blake's college roommate. However, when we announced he was now my boyfriend, that happened to be staying in our house, it changed to a murderous glare.

"Well sir, I've been rooming with your son at college this year," Devon answers confidently as I fidget with my utensils next to him.

There are very few things in life that make me nervous and my father is one of them. Devon, however, looks calm, cool, and collected.

"I see, and what are you studying?" My Dad asks, continuing his interrogation as he cuts up his steak.

"I'm working towards getting my MBA," he answers with a proud grin before taking a bite of his food. I stare at the side of his face, getting lost for a second in how beautiful this man is and how sexy the tatoos are that creep up his neck.

My mother's voice pulls me from my inappropriate day dream and my eyes snap up to see Devon watching me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"An MBA? That's quite a goal, Devon. Is there any particular reason you chose that degree?" My mom inquires,  joining in on the questioning but with less edge to her voice than Dad.

I jump when I suddenly feel a strong, rough hand on my bare thigh under the table. Devon doesn't give away anything in his expression as he glides his hand from my knee up, stopping just under the hem of my skirt.

"I guess I would say I chose that degree because I can't picture working for anyone but myself, " he begins, his hand slowly creeping upwards. I hold my breath, trying not to look as flustered as I feel but I have no idea if I'm succeeding.

I see the grin on Devon's face from the corner of my eye as he calmly continues talking to my parents across the table even though his hand is up their daughter's skirt.

"I guess you could say I like to be in control,"

His hand grips my inner thigh and proceeds to pull them apart, making room for whatever he has planned. I cant tell if I'm scared or excited.

Or incredibly turned on.

"Well, that's very ambitious of you," my Dad smiles, clearly approving of Devon's future plans. If only he knew what he was doing to his only daughter right under his nose.

"Thank you, sir. When I set a goal, I do everything in my power to reach it," he turns to me with a smirk, choosing that moment slip his hand down the front of my underwear.

I suck in a breath as I feel the sudden contact of his skin against mine, biting my lip to hold back the noise threatening to burst out of me. He continues watching my face as I look down at the table, my eyes involuntarily drifting closed as his fingers slowly circle me.