Page 39 of Cuffed to my Roomies
I used my hands to push myself up. He let me sit up, withdrawing from me. I turned around, faced Derek.
“Come here,” I said to him. He obeyed.
I felt weak, too vulnerable. I didn’t want to be face to face with Brett when he came. So I turned to Derek. I whispered to him. He passed Brett the lube and lay back. I took his cock, hard again from watching us, from kissing me, and I fondled it. I stroked the silky flesh, turned on by his sweetness, his concern for me, his willingness to do whatever I asked. Turned on by the slick, lewd sounds of Brett rubbing lube on his own cock behind me. I got between Derek’s legs, stroking his cock, and I took the soft, flaring head into my mouth. I kissed it the way Brett had kissed my mound, like I was making love to his mouth only filthier. He fisted his hand in my hair.
“Jesus, Lyn,” Derek groaned, “I’m gonna come in about three seconds with you doing that.”
I grinned against his hard shaft, lapping up the salty drops that met my tongue. I lifted my hips in the air, letting Brett know that he could enter me and finish when wanted. I worked Derek over with my mouth. His hands came up to palm my breasts, to tease my nipples until they stood at attention. I loved the lavish way he treated me, the special touches he used to make me respond, like the way he’d nibbled my lower lip when I was pinned down, the way he was rubbing my nipples between his thumb and finger until they stood out, needy and throbbing for more.
The slick sound of Brett’s hand gave way to a cold, slippery finger rubbing up and down my slit. I pushed back against his finger so it dipped inside me. I liked the sensation of coldness, the liquid slide of him being drawn into my passage. I lapped at Derek with my tongue, worked my jaw and sucked. Brett only fingered me. At last, in frustration, I whipped my head around to look over my shoulder.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“Your attention,” he said.
“Just do it,” I bit out, frustrated.
“If you’re too tired…” he said, trying to mollify me.
“Do I look tired?” I snapped, my mouth going back around Derek’s shaft that was jerking with anticipation.
“Then do what you want,” Brett said, “with whoever you want.”
“Fine,” I said, and I raised up on my knees. I lowered my slick pussy down over Derek’s jutting cock. I felt his length part my folds and it felt amazing. This was the cock I wanted to ride, this was the man I wanted to fuck right now. Taking turns be damned.
I set my hands on Derek’s shoulders and moved my hips forward in a rocking motion, “God, Lyn, don’t move. Don’t move or I’ll come,” he said. He was gritting his teeth, his hands still cupping my breasts, “God, that feels too good. But I want you to come, too. I want you to come first.”
“I’ve already come. Fill me up, Derek. Do it,” I purred, “fill me, give me every drop. You’re mine.”
I rocked my hips forward again, and he spilled with a roar, grabbing my face roughly and kissing me, driving his tongue in my mouth. I loved the feeling of power I had, his dripping cock still inside me. I rubbed my nipples against his chest, nuzzled his cheek, “That felt amazing. I loved feeling you come inside me like that.” He groaned, kissed me again.
I felt Brett move, get up off the bed. I turned and saw him leaving the room, “Where are you going?”
“To take a shower like I originally planned.” he said sharply.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. I had no idea where it was coming from, this demanding persona that I was developing.
“I’d rather just be on my own.”
“No way,” I said, “Please come back. Let me take care of you. I want us to get off together.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at me. I knelt behind him, kissed his bare, muscular shoulder, running my hands over his back.
“Stay here with me, baby. I need you,” I said.
Brett stood, turned around and pulled me to him. I was still kneeling on the bed, so our faces were almost level. He cupped my face in his hands, fingers combing through my tangled, messy hair. He lowered his mouth to mine and I caught my breath. His kiss was sweeping, breathtaking. His tongue in my mouth, his lips nipping at mine, claiming me.
It was easy to forget, since Brett was the quieter one, how manly he could really be. He was an alpha now, and I was his.
I couldn’t stop kissing him, my hands clinging to his broad shoulders to steady myself. His mouth, his sexy kiss made me so dizzy. I wanted more, but I couldn’t have stopped to tell him so. I tried to shift a little, lie back on the bed, but he held me fast, pressed against him on my knees.
