I pulled up near his new house. We fucked before, but I hadn’t seen him for a few months and I’d never fucked him here. In the sun visor mirror, I touched up my mascara and smiled at myself. To meet me, you wouldn’t think I was one to be into hookup culture, but then I’m known for surprising people. I stomped up the steps and knocked on his door. Impatiently, I waited for him to open up.
I knocked again and his roommate answered. I nodded thanks and walked past him into the house, kicking my shoes off at the front door. Their living room was small, but bigger than the last hole he was staying at. I passed through it, found the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water.
“Where is he?” I asked his roommate.
“He’ll be back,” he said. “Just stepped outside for a second.”
I scoffed. I don’t know why I bothered being on time to meet him if he was going to be late arriving at his own house. Next time, I wouldn’t be so punctual. Finished with my water, I put the empty glass in the sink.
“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, referring to the glass.
“Not at all,” the roommate said. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“He told you I was coming?”
He nodded. What an awkward guy. I hoped James would arrive soon. I took a seat on their couch and rested my feet on the coffee table. Still, he just stood there. So, I patted the seat beside me.
“Make yourself at home,” I joked. He sat down and picked up the controller to continue the game I had interrupted. I watched him for a while. He wasn’t awful, but he definitely wasn’t very good. His player was making a run for a loadout and got sniped by some guy hiding behind a bush. I laughed at him and received a glare in return. We sat there, not talking, for a while longer before the front door finally opened.
James struggled to get through the door frame with three stuffed grocery bags on each arm. He shuffled in with his back to us and I could see his muscles flexing through his shirt. I got up to meet him and stepped over Roomie’s legs. I picked up two of the bags and led James into the kitchen.
“No, ‘welcome home, honey? How was work, dear?’” he teased me.
I dropped the grocery bags where they were.
“You can finish that on your own and you can finish yourself later too, if you don’t hurry up,” I scolded him. Roomie chuckled from the couch. James laughed too. He knew I was all talk when it came to threats, especially to him. When we were alone, I’d do anything he told me to. I crossed my arms and watched Roomie play COD while James cleaned up the groceries.
“Did you give her a tour, Matt?” James yelled from the kitchen.
“No need,” he answered and looked at me. James laughed. Just as I turned around to see if he was done, he scooped me up fireman style and carried me away into his room. I saw Matt suppress his smile.
James dumped me on the bed and flopped down on top of me. He kissed my neck like he was starving for it. I gripped his hair and hugged him with my legs. His hand slid under me and rubbed the length of my back. I let him lift my top off and watched him remove his own too. Skin on skin, we gripped for each other. It was always too long between hookups and I couldn’t be close enough to him. Grinding against each other, I could feel he was already hard. We flipped so I was on top and I tugged his jeans off. I took his cock in my mouth and looked at him as I sunk it deep over and over. He moaned and pushed himself in further with my rhythm.
“God, you’ve gotten good at that.”
I got him close, but I left him wanting more. He pulled me up onto my knees and positioned my hips over his face. I held onto the headboard and he kissed up my thighs, avoiding the main show until I begged him to eat me. He loved to hear me beg for him. He pressed against me with his tongue and licked quickly up and down and up and down. I felt the heat rising.
“James,” I started and my ass cheeks clenched. “Oh oh ohhh”
He pulled me down and I felt his dick stretch me as it entered. The first penetration was always the best. I leaned back and bounced my hips against his.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” he whispered. I went faster.
He lifted me off and I turned around. With a strong grip on my hips, he plunged into me over and over. I arched my back to feel him deeper and grabbed the pillows just for something to grip.
He groaned as he pulled out and I felt his warm cum drip on my back. We relaxed then and he lit the traditional joint for us to share. Cuddled into his shoulder, I let the high soak in. He absent-mindedly stroked my arm and we sat in comfortable, naked silence.
*For the horndogs who wanted her to fuck the roommate, keep reading ;)*
It was late by the time I left his room. He asked me to stay later and later each time and I did so happily. I assured him I would make it to my car alright and he could just go to sleep. Moving slowly to make as little noise as possible, I backed out of the room and gently shut the door. I turned around and saw Matt, but he wasn’t playing video games anymore. He just looked at me and I looked back at him.
“Good night,” I said and went to the door. He stood up and followed me.
“I don’t need a chaperone. My car is right there.” I pointed through the window to my car under the lamppost.
“No,” he said. “Of course you don’t.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, then turned to open the door, but he grabbed my wrist. Slowly, he pulled me closer and I took a better look at him. His hair was messy, but clean, and he smelled so good. His eyes were locked on mine with such intensity that it made me shiver. My heart jumped a little when I felt his other arm on my back. We were very close now. I had to look up at him to meet his gaze and when I did he kissed me.
It was gentle and slow. He tasted me like an exotic dessert. His hand dropped my wrist and rose to my jaw. I shivered again as his fingers reached up into my hair. My lip was trapped slightly between his teeth and I pulled it out, but went back for more. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. Neither of us broke the kiss. He brought me to his room and sat down on his bed so I was now in his lap. I took a breath and we looked at each other.
“I…” he started, but I interrupted him with a more passionate kiss and he matched my energy. I grabbed the back of his shirt in fists and he scooped my ass in as close as he could get it. I leaned in hard and he lay back on the bed. Our shirts came off and he rolled on top of me. His expression was concentrated and serious. I felt scrutinized by his gaze, fully seen, but at the same time, desired so desperately. I gasped at another heart flutter when he kissed my breasts.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said to me and paused before unzipping his own pants.
“I want you so bad,” and I realized it was true. He kissed me again, hard on the lips before removing his pants and I wiggled out of my own. Gently, he lowered himself onto me again and pushed himself deep into me. Long strokes built up tension inside me and I groaned into his ear. This was different. It didn’t feel like other hookups.
“Faster,” I whispered and he obeyed. I saw the beads of sweat form on his forehead and I wiped them off with my hand. He paused mid-stroke to look at me. I tucked one of his curls back behind his ear and our lips connected again. His soft lips became familiar and he pulled me forward to sit up. Lotus style, I sat in his lap and he massaged my breasts while I kissed his hairline. Eventually, we lay down and he pulled me in tight against him. His breath on the back of my neck and strong warm body put me to peaceful sleep.
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I loved it. What a great night for her.