Part 1. [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jzljhu/secret_fun_in_the_common_room_fm_house_mates/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jzljhu/secret_fun_in_the_common_room_fm_house_mates/)
Part 2.
We rush up to my room, eager to explore this new world that has opened up before us. I hadn’t really considered him a potential lay before, but looking back, I consider the teasing, the extra-long hugs, the shared drinks and him always being down to netflix and chill, yeah….
Burst through the door, close and lock it. Ignore the light switch. Flop onto the bed. Instantly making out before I can even think about how weird this is. Honestly, I should be past feeling weird at this point after his stunt stealth fingering me on the couch.
He’s heavy on top of me, his long hair is a mess all over my face, his beard is scratchy, but the main thing I am noticing is this dick that’s straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, bursting to get free. I flip us over, sitting on his hips, and he roughly pulls my shirt off. No bra of course – fuck that, it’s the weekend. I hope he wasn’t hoping for sexy lingerie, but something tells me he doesn’t care. He eyes my breasts like he’s never seen boobies before, and then wraps his arms around me, pulls me down to grab a nipple with his lips. His tongue flutters over it, and it grows stiff and pursed in his warm mouth. I have to brace myself to not outright smash his face, but once again, something tells me he wouldn’t care.
And that something is now poking me in the rear. I try to sit back up, but now he has teeth and won’t let my nipple go. And he’s grinning at me like a devil as I gasp, surprised and indignant, as the shock of pain sends a new wave of arousal through me. I smile too. Of course he’s playful though. He always has been.
Successfully this time, I sit up, scoot back, and pull his pants and underwear down. His freed dick stands proudly at attention, 100% ready for action. I reach out to grasp it in my hand for a moment – the skin is warm and soft. Alive. Nothing like the sterile dildos I am most familiar with. I slip off my shorts as he is pulling off his shirt, and then crawl up his body.
I pause for a moment over him, slowly sliding the length of my wet sex along the head, from the clit all the way back to the warm swollen folds that lead within. He was propped up on his elbows, but he lowers himself back down, closing his eyes, and lets out a low moan. “Oh, shit.”
I laugh, feeling suddenly masochistic. This poor fucker isn’t going to last long. But I guess that’s ok – I already came once downstairs so I might not last long either. I continue crawling up his body and he almost whimpers as he realizes I’m not immediately sitting on him. Instead, I’m hovering over his face.
“Kiss it for good luck?” I ask.
He responds by obediently lick, lick, licking my clit. The slippery hot tongue is way more pleasurable than I anticipated, and I gasp and brace myself against the wall to avoid collapsing. He blindly fumbles a hand from behind to put a finger inside me and I moan deeply as I press my head on the wall and get lost in the sensation. This goes on for a few moments, probably, but I’m no longer keeping track of time. I actually thought I might’ve been done before. Ha! No. Not done. My hips buck forward involuntarily and I consider just fucking his face right there, it would be amazing, but I remember what is waiting for me below.
Maneuvering downwards, brushing his hair back, kissing his head, kissing his mouth, I push my fingers through his hair as I lower myself onto his stiff penis. He moans into my mouth as the warm folds envelop him; I exhale into a meditative bliss as he fills me, stretching and pressing every part of me that needed so badly to be filled. From under me he has almost no leverage, but he begins tilting his hips up and down, desperate for more. Actually whimpering now. Adorable.
I put more weight on him, sitting up now, and grind forward and back, so his pubic bone puts pressure on my clit with each thrust forward, and the tip of his penis rubs agains my spongy, textured g-spot with each pull backward. My mind is swirling blank, my eyes are closed in the dark, I feel like could exist in this space forever, rhythmic, breathing, grinding, alternating electric jolts from my clit and from within blurring together, driving my movement as much as his hands wrapped my hips do. We go on like this for a minute or two, starting off slow and sensual, but quickly accelerating into fast, lustful, and clumsy. Breathing deeply as the sensation builds into a force of its own.
He squeezes the little fat I have around my hips, digging in his nails, and thought of the the word “love handles” flashes through my mind. I almost laugh, but instead smile and bite my lip and grunt softly as another thrust pushes me back into the moment. He begins to breathe more heavily and pull harder on my hips.
“Oh shit, oh my goo-o-o-d.” He mumbles. I make out his face in the dark his cheeks are flushed, eyes pressed together, chin straining upward, unsavory, beautiful. I thrust even harder, now actually lifting up and down to fully stroke against his length, bringing forth an overwhelming amount of stimulation that I can instantly tell will bring me to orgasm in moments. The gears switch. My breath comes in gasps as I hump like a damn rabbit, unable to stop, feeling wild and dizzy and zen and ecstatic all at the same, and I hear him moan, a crescendo until he gasps and tries to whisper,
“ah, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-“ but I cut him off with my own surprisingly loud whine as flashing red pleasure crashes through me, and I shiver and shake, unable to continue grinding and humping. I bear down to take him as deep as possible as my internal walls spasm repeatedly and I struggle to catch my breath. I hear him moaning as a warmth and twitching within me tells me he has climaxed as well. And I sigh, finally able to relax, my mind fuzzy and content as the oxytocin courses through my brain.
We stay frozen in this two-backed embrace for an eternity of a few seconds, savoring, panting, locking eyes in amazement, then giggling at the absurdity of having just fucked each other. I dismount, still on all fours above him, and wipe our combined bodily fluids off my inner thighs. I begin to look down to the floor to find my clothes, but he reaches out, holds my cheek, and pulls me back. He looks into my eyes, face still flushed, a tender expression I’ve not seen before.
“Hey… I love you.”
My friend, my partner in crime, my study buddy, this jokester, irreverent and smart and fun and sweet, he loves me? I see it now… Yes, I can see it so clearly now.
I decide not to look for my clothes. I slither up beside him and wrap around him. Warm skin on skin, a tight naked embrace. The clock across the room reads 12:45p. Maybe it’s time for bed. I pull a quilt over us and wrap my arms around his skinny waist and hold him as my little spoon. My lover, now.
“Well, good… because… I love you too.”
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So cute ?
This is great! Could you make this into a series?
Love this. ?
Wonderful.