“Hey, you hungry?”
I look up from my book to see my roommate of 2 years standing over me, where I sit on the couch.
“Um, sure. Ya,” surprise and hesitation threaded in my tone.
“Cool,” he hands me a plate like it was a foregone conclusion. He pulls the coffee table closer to the couch before he walks back to the kitchen.
“Something to drink?” He calls from the kitchen.
This is so odd. He’s being so strange. I can count on one hand how many times he’s fed me. All of which were within the first couple of weeks of living together. And I’m certain it was sparked by the undeniable attraction to each other and his hope that we’d be roommates with benefits. Since then, though, we’ve had a companionable platonic relationship. One that doesn’t include him making me dinner.
“I got my water, thanks.”
“Well,” he says as he saunters back to the couch with his own plate, a bottle of bubbles, and two glasses, “I know you enjoy this more”. He sets the bottle down on the coffee table, followed by his own plate and the glasses.
“I mean, ya, I do,” looking at the delicious bottle of bubbles. I can’t deny it despite my shock at whatever the fuck is happening. Side eyeing him suspiciously.
“Sweet,” he hits me with that smile that makes my knees weak and heat pool in my lower belly. God dammit. This fucker.
“What are you doing?” I give him a small shove when he sits, trying to be chill but also really wanting to know what the hell he is doing.
“Nothing,” his smirk saying otherwise, “can’t I just want to chill with my roomie?” He hands me the flute of bubbles and nods his head towards the dish of pasta and salad, “How is it?”
“I haven’t tried it yet.” I pause before admitting, “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t poisoned,” narrowing my eyes at him.
He lets out a bellowing laugh. “God, I’m not going to poison you,” his tone turning slightly more meaningful, “I seriously just wanted to spend time with you.” A soft, almost sweet smile graces his perfect lips.
There is something else going on, call it roommate intuition or whatever, but I can feel it. Sure, I did just get out of a relationship, and he’s been single for a hot minute, so maybe he came to the same conclusion I’m just now coming to, which is, why not? I shake my head at my own stupidity. Because it’s a horrible idea, that’s why not. Because you don’t shit where you eat. That’s. Why. Not.
“Put that book down and eat, beautiful,” he winks at me. “I’ll put something on for us to watch. Any suggestions?” He glances at me, then back to the screen.
“I’m good with whatever,” I say before doing exactly what he told me to do and start eating. Mmm, it’s good, like really good. But I won’t let him know that.
He flips through the list before settling on some rom-com I’d never in a million years expect him to watch. Or choose to watch myself.
“Really?” I tilt my head to him.
“What? It’s good,” he shrugs, then starts digging into his own dinner.
“Since when have you enjoyed a chick flick? A rom-com of all things,” I ask in disbelief
“I’m allowed to be in touch with my feminine side, aren’t I? Or are you sexist against men liking anything that isn’t blood and gore?” He playfully traps me with his eyes, “hmmm?” He adds on exaggeratedly.
“I am NOT sexist,” I exclaim, determining whether to keep pushing or just drop it and eat in silence. I know that continuing the argument might be better for the plot, but I also know that letting it go is better all around.
We sit in silence, eating for a while, watching the dumb movie. It’s actually so bad I’m not sure how he’s even keeping a straight face. I’ve hardly been able to contain my own composure.
That is, until the lamest of all lame scenes, and I just cannot hold it in anymore. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I drag out “that is so unrealistic! They’ve been side-by-side working on a project for 6 months, and all of a sudden she realizes she’s in love with him.” I give the biggest eye roll in history on the word love.
“What’s unrealistic about that? Sometimes it takes a while for someone to realize how they feel about someone,” he shrugs, but actually sounds genuinely upset by my outburst.
“Ya, ok, that’s fair, but like she literally didn’t even like him until she just woke up with a complete epiphany that ‘oh wow, this is the one.’ No, people have to build up to that. Love is built over time. At best, at freakin best, it’s infatuation.”
“You don’t think infatuation can turn into love?” He looks at me incredulously.
“No, I mean, I don’t know, but it just doesn’t seem like a story they should be selling to people. Most people just use people until they get what they want and then dump them and move on to the next.”
“Is that what you think he did to you?” He looks at me with too much care and thought. We both know he’s not talking about the movie anymore.
“No. Ugh, no. I’m not talking about him. It was what it was, and it’s over now, so fuck it. Can we watch something else?” I tag on quickly, hoping to change the subject before he tries to dig any deeper.
“Any preference?” He asks exiting out of the current movie and starting to scroll. Letting the subject drop. Thankfully.
“I literally do not care, just anything other than what we were just watching.”
He chuckles lightly. “As you wish.”
I finish my plate and what’s probably my 3rd glass of bubbles. Did I really drink that much? I try to remember, but magically my glass kept being full no matter how much I was trying to empty it. I side glance at him while he’s scrolling through the options and observe how freakin hot he is. I’ve always known he was hot, but he’s actually super sexy too. His corded arms, broad muscular shoulders, and cut jaw. Damn, I’ve been living with a sexy god for 2 years, and I’ve just outright ignored it.
It’s the bubbles; they are going straight to my head. Or between my legs, more like it. Oof, being turned on right now is not a good idea, especially when I’m flying solo with no one to take out my pent-up sexual frustrations on.
“My thighs squeeze together at the pressure that has already been building there. I know he notices because my tight lounge shorts are barely more than cheeky cut panties.”
He starts tugging at his bottom lip with his free hand while his other hand grips the remote, scrolling through every option. I can almost see the wheels turning with ideas in his head when he turns to me, and I realize I am full-on staring at him.
The knowing half smirk on his mouth before the tip of his tongue pops out, wetting his lips, has me also feeling wet between my legs. “I have an idea, if you’re down for something a little different.” His brows rise up.
“Um, sure, whatever,” I shrug, trying to act nonchalant like my thoughts weren’t just going somewhere completely unacceptable and forbidden.
He grabs his phone off the table, types something in, before turning to me. “You sure?” More of a challenge.
“Absolutely,” never being one to back down from a challenge.
His face sets in resolve before he taps a couple of buttons, and his phone screen is mirrored on the large screen in front of us. “What’s your flavor?” He juts his chin towards the screen.
But I’m stunned speechless.
He turns to look at me; he cannot be shocked by my surprise. Instead, he looks humored and thrilled. “Or I can show you what I like?” His gaze travels over me with a look that devours me, down my body and back to my lips, where he settles for a moment before bringing his inquisitive eyes back to mine.
Drawing in a deep inhale. I snap my jaw shut after realizing it had fallen open and school my face as neutral as I can possibly muster.
“Ok,” I say on a challenge, “show me your flavor,” throwing his word back at him.
He quickly types something into his phone, and just as the large screen in front of us changes, he states, “I usually start with something like this. A little foreplay, if you will.”
Porno foreplay, mmkay… let’s see what that is. And it’s quite literally two people on a couch, just like us, except they are masturbating mutually.
He forwardly side eyes me to gauge my reaction. My eyes are fully trained on the screen as the scene begins to play out. The couple cosplaying roommates, shocking, nonchalantly rub on themselves, acting as if they don’t already have a whole ass plan on how this is going to play out. Still, it’s pretty hot. My thighs squeeze together at the pressure that has already been building there. I know he notices because my tight lounge shorts are barely more than cheeky cut panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him shift, adjusting his own growing presence.
It doesn’t take long for the couple on the screen in front of us to rid themselves of clothes, and I can feel him watching me again, attempting to read my reaction. Again, me never one to back down, I sit and watch as the scene gets more intense. They’re watching each other, and I’m trying to watch anything but the man beside me. And subtle as he is, I can see his arousal tenting his pants and I know if I shifted my legs even slightly, he could see my own arousal seeping through the fabric of my tiny shorts, right at the apex of my thighs.
I’m so needy to touch myself to relieve some of the building pressure. However, I have no intent on letting him see the effect this is having on me. He can think what he wants; clenching my thighs together is just normal movement. Right? More trying to convince myself than anyone else.
“I think,” his voice low and gravely with arousal, “they could do better.” His eyes trained on the screen.
“Do you?” My voice holds equal amounts of arousal. I glance at him briefly, not wanting to get caught staring.
“Ya,” he clears his throat as if building bravado for this next part, “if she sat on his lap,” he looks at me, his head tilted, feigning more confidence than he seems to have, “it’d be more fun. Let me show you,” not a question but a challenge.
I look at him for a second, already knowing I’d let him do anything to me before ever folding to a challenge.
He reaches over and scoops me up. One arm behind my shoulders, the other under my knees. Shifting me and settling me on his lap, I can feel his hard dick pushing against my ass. And my needy ass actually has the audacity to roll against his dick like it is a totally normal thing to do with a roommate.
He shifts me so I’m actually sitting higher up on his abs, his legs spread. He takes my legs and spreads them over the outer sides of his until I’m spread wide open on top of him. His arm wraps around the front of me, sliding between my tits as he pulls me in until it’s my back to his front. His hand gently wraps my throat to angle me. My head leaning against his rounded, strong shoulder. Our faces almost side by side at this angle. His other hand slips down over my hip and across my upper thigh, so close to my needy pussy without actually touching it. Dropping his hand between my legs and his own, he cups it around his hard dick.
“See,” his voice low, his warm breath against my ear. “Isn’t this a much better position to play with ourselves in?” He’s tracing the length of himself with the hand he has settled between my legs. His arm shifting against me with every movement. The arm slung across my body, holding me firmly against him. Almost possessively.
My mouth and my eyes screwed shut as I fight the urge to clamp my legs together. I’m almost vibrating with need. There isn’t a way for me to release the building pressure with my legs spread open like this. And the movement of his own hand leaving phantom touches along my sensitive core.
I open my eyes to the screen, hoping for a distraction from the sensations in my body. The couple still working themselves solo. Moaning louder and louder. Her eyes start falling to the back of her head as she bucks her hips harder. His eyes trained on her as he pumps his dick faster in his fist. Me uncomfortable and needy, trying to focus on anything but the hand cupping the hard cock through his pants in front of me. The outline clear as fucking day.
Just as the couple climaxes together, the guy jumping up to cum all over his partner, I feel warm breath against the side of my face. His own breathing picking up as we watch this couple, these roommates, find their own releases.
I can barely register the words as he breathlessly starts, “For a main course,” the arm resting on my leg disappears, and I feel the loss immediately. “I enjoy something like this,” he clicks a few things and full-on fucking hits the screen. “I’m still more than happy to change it if you decide to tell me what you enjoy.” On the word, enjoy his hand slides over my thigh, a little more firmer this time and a little closer to my needy core.
I stare at the screen watching the guy pounding into the woman doggy style. The video came on straight, no chaser. Realizing it may have been intentionally queued up that way.
The man underneath me is now fisting his dick through his pants. He’s running his nose up and down the side of my neck, a slight bit of erogenous friction. “Is this better than the movie?” He asks, then immediately nibbles my ear. My mind goes blank of any thoughts.
Fuck, this is torture. I really do need to learn not to get goaded into every fucking challenge. Although I’m not actually hating this challenge. I’m just struggling. I also don’t know what the challenge is because at first it felt like who could hold out longer, but I’m starting to think the who can cum faster game might be way more fun.
I let my hand drift between my legs. Fuck it. He wants to play, we’ll play. His grip tightens around my chest and throat almost forcefully as I slowly begin to tease my clit through my shorts. Dragging my middle finger up the wetness that is soaking through the thin fabric. My body involuntarily arches with pleasure as I circle my finger around my clit. Releasing a moan at the slight relief I get.
The possessive arm wrapped around my front moves as his hand finds my tit and he squeezes firmly, only increasing my need and desire. He buries his face into my neck as his hand starts moving faster up and down his sheathed cock.
“Fuck” he growls against my neck as my own pace quickens. Swiftly, I move my fingers under the fabric that was blocking me from really working my own pussy, and I physically feel his resolve break. He quickly whips out his cock seated between our legs, and fully fists it. The sight such a turn on, I dip two fingers inside myself as my wet pussy clamps around then. Hearing my soaked pussy as I work my fingers in and out.
“God fuck” his arm cradling me tightens, his grip on my tit squeezes even more, and the fist around his cock starts pounding harder. He suddenly stops jerking his cock, and my own movements falter as he brings his hand to my mouth, “spit on it,” he grinds out, so I do. “Again,” so I spit into his hand again. He returns his hand to his cock, coating my spit all around his hard cock. For a quick moment, the tension in his body releases, his grip on me loosens, and the sexiest, most masculine sigh I’ve ever heard shivers across my neck and down between my legs.
But the soft moment is fleeting as his hand starts moving faster up and down his cock. I can see him between my legs, the hard length of him jutting up so close to my needy cunt.
“Use your other hand, beautiful. Use one on your clit and one buried deep inside your pretty pussy”. I do as he orders, instantly bringing my other fingers to my clit, pinching the sensitive button between two fingers, and circling it.
The fucking couple on the screen completely forgotten as we are finding our own pleasure separately together.
I’m so fucking close, the building pressure at the precipice as he bites down on my ear, flicking it with his tongue. It’s just enough to send me over with a loud moan. As wave after wave of climax hits me, I feel him jerk underneath me, finding his own release. Ropes of cum shooting out with the type of force that only happens when a man needs his release more than his own breath.
Just as my body begins to relax into him, a lapse I will only allow for a minute, he gently turns my face towards his and kisses me so fucking deeply my pussy begins to pulse with more need. Fuck. I’m so fucked. Or… I wouldn’t mind being, to be honest. By him. Right now. Instead, I let him kiss me.
