Holy shit this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Earlier I just fantasized about stripping for him, making him come, but now I’m actually doing it, and the reality is so much better.
As I begin to move, peeling my clothes off as slowly as I can—not easy considering I want to rip them off so I can get it over with and climb up on his lap—I watch him stroke himself. His eyes burn with need as he drops his head back, watching me through slitted eyes as he jerks faster and harder.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
My hand immediately goes to my pussy, my fingers circling around my clit before they dip into my drenched center.
“Fuck, yes,” he grits out, eyes nearly black with lust.
I pinch my nipple, rolling it around with the fingers of my other hand.
“Now come for me.”
Dax telling me to come is all I need. I obey instantly, pleasure ripping through me as our eyes stay locked. I convulse and jerk, clamping down on my own fingers that feel so good, but still aren’t enough.
“Need your cock,” I whimper through my stuttered breath.
Looking at it makes me nearly come again. So big, so engorged, throbbing with his own impending orgasm. Slowly, tauntingly, he continues to stroke himself, making me want it more every second.
After a minute, he pulls a condom from his pocket and rolls it on. I lick my lips in anticipation.
He reaches out for me, and I’m straddling him in seconds, his big cock teasing at my entrance.
This will change everything. What we’ve already done together has already pushed us beyond a line that means we can never go back to being just roommates, at least not like we were before. But this ups the stakes.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, barely able to get the words out because I’m panting with need. “We live together you know.”
He smirks at me. “Sounds like it’s win-win to me. Baby, you don’t have to get off by yourself anymore if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy to take care of that every single night.”
I bite my lip, fighting a grin. “I think I can get down with that.”
Who knew that all this time we both wanted the same thing?
He grips my hips and winks. “Now be the best roommate ever and sink down on this cock.”
Finally.
I lower myself onto him, gasping at the thickness that stretches me so, so good.
“God, it feels good to have your pussy wrapped around my cock,” Dax growls.
I couldn’t agree more.
I ride him hard, loving how he fills me up. He drops a hand to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb until I’m dizzy and lightheaded, clutching his shoulders as I bury my head in his neck and come so fucking hard, clenching and gripping him until I feel him begin to throb too.
“Whitney,” he bites out as he digs his fingers into my hips even harder, fucking me all the way through both of our orgasms.
Then we collapse, sated, on the couch.
“Best. Roommate. Ever.”
I giggle at his words, stroking his cock lightly. I’m so glad that after all this time I made the mistake of thinking he wasn’t home this afternoon. Who knows where we’d be if I hadn’t walked out naked? Certainly not here. And as his cock stirs to life again, I don’t think there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.