Fucking my Flatmate in Quarantine. Pt 2. [FM]

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I woke up the next day with wet thighs and my vibrator still in hand. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night; how big Liam felt, the look on his face when I left. My hand travelled back down to my pussy, and I ran a finger across my clit.

I imagined what it would’ve felt like to move my hands lower, under the waistband of his boxers, to feel how heavy he was in my hands. I wanted to feel him stretch out my pussy, to play with my clit and keep me wet as I eased myself slowly onto him. I wanted to roll my hips until I took every inch. Ride him until I felt his balls slap against my ass. I wanted his cum to drip down my thighs.

“Soph?”

I froze, two fingers half in my cunt, breathing hard, on the verge of cumming around Liam’s dick – and he was knocking at my door.

Managing to shout for him to hold on, I switched off my vibrator, jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to check my hair in the mirror. I wished I hadn’t. Pulling the oversized jumper down over my ass, I hit pause on J Cole and opened the door, trying to look totally cool.

Liam stood just over the threshold wearing nothing but glasses and tight boxers. I could see everything. All three fucking limbs.

I realised I’d been staring, and foaming at the mouth, when I managed to look at Liam’s face and saw him smirking down at me. His lips looked like they’d feel soft against my skin.

“What Liam?”

“I’m cooking breakfast, be in the kitchen in around 15 minutes, so uh, finish up.”

I blushed, folding my arms across my hardening nipples, “you were listening?”

“No,” he winked and walked away.

Shutting the door, I leaned against it and touched my cunt, still wet enough that my fingers slid over my clit, the familiar warmth building back up. I pressed a little harder and faster, my hips bucking against my fingers and my back braced against the door. I wanted to cum on Liam’s tongue, feeling him lick my clit as he sucked it between his lips. Suppressing a moan, I jerked against the door, my toes curling into the carpet as I came.
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Before I could even think about how hungry I was. Liam set a bacon sandwich in front of me. I was halfway through it before he spoke.

“You left me with my dick in my hands last night.”

My mouth was full, so he continued.

“I’m not one of your little bitches Soph, I know you think I’m going to chase you and I’m not going to play into it. I know you want me, you can chase me.”

I swallowed.

“Liam, did you ever entertain the possibility that I walked away because I didn’t want to do it?”

“No.”

His chair screeched as he stood up, crossing the tiles and leaning down next to me, “I know you’ll cave before I will.”

I looked up at him, smiling, “is that a challenge?”

“It’s a statement of fact.”

Meeting his eyes, I held my forefinger to my lips, ketchup dripping down one side. I started to lick up my finger, enveloping the tip in my mouth and sucking it clean. He watched me intently.

My thighs stuck to the wood a little as I stood up, the shorts raised up over my cheek, and brushed past Liam, my chest pressing against him.

“We’ll see.”

Admittedly, I did think Liam might try and fuck me this morning. I thought that he’d at least try and seduce me. I hoped he would try, I really, really, wanted him to fuck me. Over every surface in our flat. As satisfying as it was to walk away last night, and as much as I came over the look on his face, I’d only made myself even hornier.

I jumped as I pulled my tight gym shorts over my ass, wiggling the material in order to squeeze into them. Leaning forward, I twerked in the mirror, watching the cheeks jiggle. If Liam wanted to play it like this, then he was on, I know how to tease. Pulling on the one sports bra that makes my tits look insane, I grabbed my yoga mat, heading outside to the garden.

Liam was already out there, lounging shirtless in one of the deckchairs on the grass, a beer in the cup holder and a joint in hand. A pair of gardening gloves and some refuse bags on the ground behind him. Light hit the sheen of sweat across his arms and chest as he lifted his sunglasses up to smile at me.

“What do you think of the garden?”

“Considering I’ve only just noticed how big it actually is, I’d say pretty damn good, thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

As I set down my yoga mat and started lightly stretching, I noticed Liam shift his chair slightly so he was directly behind me. Moving through my daily routine, I could feel Liam’s eyes on me, my body burning from the intensity. I pressed my feet into the mat, moving into downward dog. Sweat trickled down my thighs and I wondered if my pussy was wet enough to show through the thin spandex. Walking my hands forward, I pressed my lower body to the mat and arched my back, feeling my core tighten and my ass press into my thighs. My shorts bunched half way up the cheeks.

It was hot to picture him sat behind me, studying me work out. I imagined his dick getting hard as he took his time over my body, remembering how i moved on top of him, how soft my skin felt. I held onto my lunge too long, lost in imagining Liam inside me, wobbling slightly and shaking myself out of it. I switched legs and counted myself out, sitting down on the mat and letting my hair out of the tie. The sun beat down on my body, my chest rising and falling with my meditative breaths. I imagined Liam unable to take his eyes off the curve and swell of my tits beneath the material.

Liam, still quiet, moved in his chair and his hand, with a joint and a lighter, appeared next to me.

“Thanks.”

I lit up, smirking as I caught a glimpse of the other side of the pink lighter, ‘sex’, written in some cherry red 70’s porno font. The tension was palpable between us, tangible, I felt like I couldn’t turn round to look at Liam or I’d break it. I wanted to know what he felt like warmed by the sun, or if he’d taste even better, be even harder because we were outside in full view of next door.

He waited until I was nearly at the roach to move. I heard him get out of the chair and in seconds felt him pressed against my back. His fingers started at my neck, then slowly ran over my shoulders, down to my wrists, and back up. I closed my eyes, gasping as he traced the neck line of my bra, one finger dipping between my breasts, then lightly grazing my nipples. My cunt was aching to be touched already. With the lightest of touches he crossed over my stomach. I shivered when he reached the inside of my thighs, and kissed my neck at the same time. His lips felt far hotter than the sun as they touched my skin, gently at first but then harder, hungrier. He kissed my shoulders as his hands caressed my thighs, my ass, everything but the place I wanted most. I moaned, unable to help myself, and reached up to knot my fingers in his hair, grinding against him. He groaned, his hands gripping my thighs tightly, holding me against him.

Our lips were close, so close I could almost feel them, but neither of us would make the first move, would forfeit. I dipped my head a little, needing his fingers in my pussy so bad I almost conceded. His head moved to meet mine, but stopped. He breathed deeply, still holding my thighs tightly, and stilled.

“Liam?”

He let go of me and stepped back, clenching his fists and exhaling. He was clearly very hard.

I could feel the warmth from his hands seeping from my skin, the wetness between my thighs, and realisation dawned on me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“oh believe me, this is hard for me too, but I meant it when I said I’m not going to give into you.”

He resolved himself and smirked at me.

“You do know there’s only so much moral high ground you can take, when you literally have a tent in your shorts, right?”

He blushed, “yeah well your nipples are hardly unerect.”

I screwed my face up at him, “oh good one Liam.”

I didn’t know whether to scream or laugh. I needed to cum so badly, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t stop staring at him, his body, that ridiculous dick.

I needed him.

With both hands, I peeled my sport bra up and over my head, my hair falling back against my bare back. The air felt cool against my nipples. I stepped forward until I was close enough to Liam to touch him. Raising my hands I mimicked his movements from earlier, gliding my hands over his body, feeling him twitch and hearing him moan as I ran my hand over his dick.

His arms roped around my waist as I reached up and angled his face to meet mine, kissing him. He pulled me closer to him. I deepened the kiss, brushing his lips with my tongue and pulling his bottom lip with my teeth. His hands were already ripping down my shorts as my hand wrapped around his dick, my fingers barely meeting around it.

He stumbled, his shorts halfway down, restricting his movements. We parted briefly, both of us stripping off and rushing back to each other, Liam gently guiding me down on the grass. His dick pressed against my pussy, touching my stomach as he pinned my arms down above me. I writhed against him, wrapping my thighs either side of him and using his hold on me to grind my clit against him. He moaned against my cheek, kissing and biting my neck.

“Sophia you’re so wet.”

I kissed him as he stroked his dick down my pussy, feeling the head start to push inside me. I didn’t realise, but I held my breath in my chest as my pussy started to stretch around him, he felt so big.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so tight”

I arched my back against him, pressing my chest into his, moaning as he started to slowly inch in and out, pressing in further every stroke. My hands travelled down his arms, dragging my nails into his back, digging into his ass as I pulled him closer to me. I was breathing heavy, little moans escaping my mouth as Liam sped up. I felt so full. He was the thickest I ever had, his dick hitting every place I needed, the slow burn of an orgasm beginning between my thighs. We both cried out as he bottomed out in me, his hands balled in my hair, his mouth open against my neck, my thighs spread apart by the weight of his body pressed into mine.

I held him tight to me, needing time to adjust to the size of him. My cunt felt stretched, tight, gripping him. I started to roll my hips against him, holding his back.

“Liam…fuck, you feel good.”

Moving his hands to my waist, he started to slide in and out of me, I could hear how wet I was around him with each stroke. We mirrored each other’s movements, our hips meeting, biting and nipping at each other’s bodies, our lips. Both of us panting, swearing, pulling at each other’s hair to expose more skin.

Everytime his balls hit my pussy he groaned. I could feel the pressure from his dick, his body hitting my clit as he moved, my hips started to buck as I chased my orgasm.

“Fuck, Liam, I’m going to….I’m going to…”

My words faltered into an unintelligible moan as Liam started to pound me as hard as he could. I started to cum hard, toes curling, head fucked, an intense pleasure searing through my cunt that became all I could focus on. I barely felt Liam tense on top of me, tightening as he started to cum inside me, his dick throbbing as my cunt convulsed around him.

We lay together, breathing hard, the sweat cooling on our skin.

The world started filling back in around me, the grass stuck to my back, the sound of kids playing somewhere in the distance, and…is that Gabba? blaring from our neighbours house.

I looked at Liam, smiling.

“Next time, I’m testing out that mouth.”

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