“Hey,” I chuckle, “what time is it?”
“Just after ten; sorry it’s so late, my dad and Jonathan wouldn’t stop talking. Ryan and I had to practically pry them apart.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I say, “you were celebrating.”
“I know, but I missed you, baby. Waiting this long to kiss you has been torture.”
Roommate. His sweet words are jarring against that word still echoing in my head. He moves his mouth up my throat and along my jaw, before kissing me on the lips, starting gentle, but as I relax into it and open to him, he claims my mouth.
“Stephen,” I moan.
“Fuck, Donovan.” He grinds against me, already so hard. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He leans back and looks down at me, his eyes dark. “You want to make out? You want me to touch you? You want me inside you? Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
Roommate. Quick… dirty… that’s what I need. I can’t hear sweet nothings right now.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper.
He smiles and goes to kiss me again, but I place my hands on his shoulders and push him away. So far, we’ve only done it face to face, the perfect position to kiss and whisper to each other. Tonight needs to be different. He makes space for me as I get on my hands and knees, looking back over my shoulder at him.
“Like this,” I say.
His eyes darken and he nods, reaching into my drawer to get some lube, as I kneel up to lower my boxers before returning to all fours again. I moan as he uses his fingers to get me ready, lubing up his cock at the same time.
“You look so good,” he rasps, lowering his head and kissing up my spine, the sensations causing me to arch my back, pushing my ass back into him. “So fucking sexy.” He rubs the head of his cock around my entrance. “You’re sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” I moan, and he slides into me gently, giving me time to adjust to him.
I’m getting better at taking him now, it still takes me a while, but it’s getting easier every time, and it doesn’t take long for him to be fully seated inside me.
“Holy shit, you look so fucking hot like this,” he moans, running his hands up and down my back, pausing to squeeze my ass. He gently draws out of me before slowly pushing backin, a sigh escaping him as he does. “Fuck, I’ve thought about doing this all day.”
He continues to move, his pace tantalizingly slow, rolling his hips instead of thrusting into me.
“Stephen, stop being gentle, I want to know what it feels like to be fucked.”
“Baby, we don’t have to rush—”
I cut off his words as I slam my ass back against him, crying out as I take him fully inside me as forcefully as I can.
“Donovan, my self-control is at a zero right now, so don’t fucking tempt me.”
I rock my hips again, building up my pace as I move along his length.
“That would count as tempting me,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Please, Stephen.”
“Fuck, I can’t say no to you,” he groans, grabbing my hips and slamming into me, harder than I’ve been able to do myself.
My arms buckle, my head falling against the mattress as my back arches even more.
“Put a pillow under your head, baby, and get comfy, because you’re about to get fucked.”
I do as he says, and once I’m settled he slams into me again, and he doesn’t stop. It feels aggressive, intense, dirty, as Beth would say. There are no sweet words or kisses, just the overwhelming sensation of his cock filling me, and my orgasm building inside.
“Fuck, Stephen, I’m gonna come.”
“Me too,” he grunts, “can I come inside you?”
