The Week of Sex That My Roommate Won From Me in a Bet… Part 2 [FM]

I really hate losing anything. Especially bets.

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(This is the second part of the week and the third part of the overall story. Those can be found in earlier posts.)

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It had been maybe 6 hours since we had arrived at the cabin. I had found some shorts and a tank top to wear. Turns out some of the clothes he brought were mine, just the ones he thought were something that looked good on.

We had dinner before going to sit in the small living room area. There was a TV with no cable, just the selection of movies they had on the shelf next to the small TV.

He picked something and put it on. I was sitting on the single armchair while he went to sit down on the long couch. He patted the area next to him. I made a decision that moment. I could pout all weekend, mad because I lost the bet. Or I could have a fun week with someone that I may not like personally but I really enjoy having sex with. I have had worse offers.

I got up and slowly walked towards him on the couch. I pulled my hair out of the bun I had it in and ran my fingers through it as I sat down… on his lap.

He laughed and shifted me so that my legs were on his lap and my butt on the couch next to him. He covered us with the large throw that was over the back of the couch. I tried to watch the movie, I did. I think it was about through the opening scene when he started rubbing my inner thighs. Up and down, Up, and down.

I shifted my legs, so my feet were on his lap instead. He grabbed one of my ankles to press my foot up against the center of his lap, I could feel that he was already excited.

“Okay, fine,” I told him.

He used his grip on my ankle to pull me flat onto the couch, while pushing himself into a position over me, the lower part of our bodies were pressed against each other and he was holding his top half over me.

He leaned down and kissed my exposed collar bone, and I felt a shiver of pleasure go straight through me to my core. He reached his hands up my top, tracing circles on my stomach. I squirmed under him, unsure what he was playing at. I heard him laugh once before he pushed his hand up under my shirt further, under the bottom part of my bra, to fondle and stroke the sensitive skin of my hardened nipples. His mouth followed his hands under my shirt, and I really started to squirm under his touch, He used his thighs to pin me in place, and his hands held my hands above my head.

“Hold still.”

That made me want to move more and I used my hips to grind into him. He groaned into my hair. He released my hands and ran his fingers down the sensitive skin on my arms slowly. He gently kissed my cheek once, before he swung his leg over to free my body.

“Want to go fast then?” he asked me as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I nodded and he shook his head, “Okay…”

He grabbed me around the hips and flipped me onto my stomach. I could not see what he was doing when there was a pause of a few seconds, and then I felt the hot, hard length of his dick that he had pulled out, on the thin fabric of my shorts. He inched my shorts down, tracing their path a second later with his erection.

Once my ass was totally exposed, he gripped it; hard. He spent a few seconds fondling me and teasing me with his erection. Then he slapped my ass suddenly, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

I started to push myself up on my hands, but he pushed me back down so the front of me and my face were pushed into the cushions of the couch. “Just, be patient. Don’t move,” he told me in a husky voice, causing my center to become soaking wet when the tingles that went through me shot straight there.

He pulled my shorts the rest of the way off of my body. He readjusted himself so he was sitting on my legs, just below where my thighs met my ass. I felt his hand slip between my legs, where he rubbed from my clit to my middle, well lubricated at this time. He circled my opening with his fingers, once, twice, before plunging them into me. I stiffened and tried to push up my front half again, but he used his free hand to push me back down and hold me there as he used his other hand to drive me over the edge.

He pulled his hand from me and used both of his hands to grip my hips, pulling me into a strange position. My butt was over his lap, almost like I was on top. His legs were bent at the knees, with him sitting on the bottoms of his feet. He used his grip on my hips to lower me onto himself. I tried to start moving on my own, but he just pulled me back down, so he was fully in me.

“Hang on,” he told me. He pulled the shirt over my head and removed the lacy bra I was wearing.

Then he began to move me with the grip he had on my hips. He would pull me up slowly, before thrusting my hips quickly downwards so he was deep inside me. As he sped up, he slid his hand and arm around the front of me, so his one hand was gripping my breast and the other remained on my hip. He continued to guide my body up and down on his cock as he fondled my breast with the one hand. The hand on the hip slid to my front where he rubbed into my front at the same time.

It was probably for the best that he was the one doing all the moving because at some point, I lost feeling in my limbs and I could not hold myself up on my own. He continued like this, in this position that had me facing away from him while I was sort of on top of him at the same time. He moved me faster and harder and as he got more into it, he pushed my body forward more and more until my face was smashed into the arm of the couch. My hands tried to find a solid grip to hold onto, but instead they kept sliding around, nowhere to hold onto. He continued at an unrelenting pace, into me over and over. I felt the wetness coming from me, running down my legs and onto him.

The grip he had on me tightened and I felt him swell inside of me. The sensation made me moan into the fabric of the couch and I heard him panting from behind me. He somehow, impossibly, picked up the speed. I was letting out little sounds of pleasure, the sound getting lost in the softness of the couch that was muffling the sounds coming out of me. His moans heightened my pleasure, and I couldn’t help but use what little ability I had left to push my hips into him to match his pace.

“Oh god!” he cried out as he came, thrusting into me a few last times, as deep as ever. He paused a moment before easing out of me, leaving me facedown, totally flat on the couch.

I would get up in a moment… I would. As soon as the feeling came back into my arms and legs.

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