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

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g2guyl/what_happens_in_quarantinepart_1_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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.

What Happens in Quarantine…Part 1 [FM]

Lockdown Rule 1: “Stay 2m apart from anyone outside your household”

“Fuck! Have you seen this?” I ran into the kitchen, phone outstretched with the latest headline from the BBC displayed.

My flatmate, Liam, turned to look at me with his brows raised, “if it’s about COVID then I don’t want to know – I’m so bored of it now.”

I fanned myself, the bright sunlight from the kitchen window flushing my skin, watching the muscles in his back ripple beneath his shirt as he resumed washing up.

“Well, prepare to get a lot more bored.”

He groaned as he wiped his hands on his joggers and took my phone from me, beginning to skim the article. I smirked at the two handprints framing the outline of his dick in the grey cotton. It’s not as if he needed anything extra to pull the focus there, the unmistakable and constant bulge did that well enough by itself.

My eyes were dragged upwards by the anguished moan coming from my flatmate.

“Oh for fucksake even the fucking pubs are closed.”

His jaw went slack.