Page 22 of Cuffed to my Roomies
Brett lifted his hips and let me slide the trunks down his hips and thighs. I knew I made an ‘oh’ sound when I saw the erection waiting for me. I reached out to touch it, to stroke the length of him while he kicked away his underwear. Derek’s hand splayed across my stomach, his touch tender and insinuating. I felt a stirring in my blood again. So soon, but I wanted more, more of them both.
I was stroking Brett, feeling him lengthen, harden even more in my hand, in response to my eager touch. I put my mouth to him. I’d never done that before, not with anyone in my limited sexual experience. I’d never even wanted to. But at once, I understood why people talked about it. The drinks had loosened my inhibition, left me a little reckless, and when my lips closed over the head of his cock, I tasted a salty drop of moisture and felt my inner muscles clench in response. As if my entire body recognized his taste, knew it was the herald of something incredible to come. He lay on his back, stretched across the bed, and I knelt beside him, one hand wrapped around his cock, my hair brushing his thighs and his stomach as I crouched over him, taking him deep in my mouth. I stroked up and down, my mouth following my hand’s path as I lapped at him with the flat of my tongue like I was licking a candy cane.
Brett gave hoarse cries that increased in speed and in urgency. His hand cupped my head. I brushed my nipples against his thigh, trying to get stimulation that way because giving him head turned me on. I paused, looked back over my shoulder at Derek. He was sitting back on the bed, stroking the turgid length of his own cock with one hand, enjoying the view. I met his eyes. He cocked one eyebrow at me and grinned. He took a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on, sheathing that pulsing length. I took Brett deeper in my mouth, crouching on my knees.
Derek positioned himself behind me, took my hips in his hands to raise my ass in the air. With his thumbs, he parted my folds. I shuddered at his touch. Then I felt the heat of his tongue sweep into my slit. I moaned around Brett’s cock. He groaned as Derek ate me with his lips and tongue. I couldn’t keep my head, couldn’t concentrate on bringing Brett to completion when Derek’s mouth was between my legs. I slid my mouth off Brett’s cock, stroking him with my hand half-apologetically, my forehead on his thigh as Derek’s insistent tongue drove me mad, my legs quivering, and my hips jerking back toward him. I felt him speak against my most secret place.
“I’m not taking you like this. I’m going to be buried inside you. You’re mine first,” he said it almost fiercely.
My free hand fisted in the sheets as Derek shifted behind me, the head of his big cock pressing into my slit. I pushed back hard and felt the thrust of his penetration as he buried himself in me, balls-deep, in one hard push. I cried out, pumping my hand on Brett’s cock almost instinctively. Derek pulled out and then took me again and again, a heavy, deep penetration that left me reeling, bucking my hips back against him and wanting more even as he filled me. Brett’s hand slid down my stomach, his wicked fingers finding my clit and working it over with a steady rub. Then he made a v of his fingers and rubbed the outer lips of my pussy as Derek thrust inside me. I shuddered at once. His thumb rubbed my clit as his two fingers stimulated me outside and Derek’s huge cock filled me, hitting all the right spots at once. I thought I was going to black out as the pressure mounted, leaving me breathless. Derek was going at it hard, his thighs slapping against mine as he thrust, going as deep as he could. I was grunting from the impact of his thrusts against my G-spot, and then Brett rubbed his thumb back and forth rapidly over my clit. I came again, screaming, my hair falling in my face, panting. I pushed my hips back to take every inch of Derek, felt him jerk behind me, stiffening as he found his own climax.
Shaking weakly as he withdrew from me, leaving me feeling cold after the sweaty session we’d just had, I reached for Brett’s cock again, still hard but slightly forlorn, forgotten in the rush of my own orgasm. I was going to stroke him off, give him the orgasm he’d definitely earned. He shook his head, moved my hand away, kissed my lips.
