Page 36 of Cuffed to my Roomies
I felt him go hard behind me. I let my eyes flicker open. Brett was smiling down at me, face to face. He kissed me awake, softly, gently.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known,” he said as Derek ran his hands up and down my sides, pulling goosebumps from my flesh.
“You’re pretty amazing too,” I said in return.
“Hey, what about me?” Derek joked from behind me.
“I want you, Derek. I wanted you at the bar, in the bathroom. And now. You turn me on. I want you face to face. I want something intimate with you. Last time we were playful, you were behind me and it was hot, but I want more of you this time,” I said. “I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”
“Do you want to sit in my lap or do you want to go into the bathroom and let me do you like I wanted to at the bar?”
“Why not both?” I said and Brett chuckled.
“We picked the right girl,” he said, “I’m up for whatever you decide.”
“Bathroom,” I said.
Derek scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom we all shared. He lifted me onto the edge of the sink, and I held on. He knelt on the tile floor, his mouth between my legs. I groaned, just from the memory of him eating me out the first time, his lips and tongue sucking and licking in all the most sensitive places. The sexy stubble on his jaw scraped the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I tensed in the best way as the heat of his tongue licked just around the spot where I wanted him, tasting me while Brett stood in the doorway, his boxer briefs back on. His cock stood out in them, letting me see that it aroused him to watch me draped naked over the sink while Derek lapped at me. One of my dangling legs kicked out when Derek hit a certain spot. He spread my folds and put two fingers inside of me, crooking them and stroking as my stomach muscles tightened, and I fisted my hand in his hair. I remembered again the difference in the way the two of them made love, how Brett was slow and measured while Derek was wilder, faster. I wanted that now. I wanted to be fucked hard and deep and swift. So I sat up more, tugged his face up to look at me.
“I want you,” I said, “So quit teasing me.”
“Teasing? I could lick your delicious pussy for hours. I wouldn’t mind a chance to try.”
“You don’t have to brag. I already know you’re good,” I told him, my voice coming out in funny gasps, “And I wanted to do it against the sink like I’d imagined, but the porcelain is digging into my ass in a not-good way,” I said.
“I got this,” Brett said, stepping forward and picking me up. He turned my back to him and leaned against the sink, “I’ll hold you up.”
There I was, pressed to his chest, his arm beneath my thighs, holding me like a really hot, muscular human chair.
“Now this is some hot yoga,” I said.
Derek reached for me, kissed me, and moved between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him. We shifted around so Brett could hold me securely, his mouth on my neck, then my ear, keeping me turned on. Derek dipped his head and sucked my tight, sensitive nipple between his lips. I rolled my lips under to suppress the moan I felt building in my throat. Brett’s hand was on my stomach, and he splayed his fingers, the edge of his thumb tracking along the underside of my breast while Derek worked my nipple with his tongue. I was panting, wanting. My fingers clawed at Derek’s broad shoulders, needing all of him inside me. I felt weightless, free from gravity as Brett held me up, and Derek drew back, pressed the head of his cock to my slit. He held it with one hand, stroking even as he fed it into me a little at a time. Then he was seated in me completely, and I arched back, grinding my clit against his pelvis, impaled on his big cock and wanting more friction.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said again, “let me love you.”
He rolled his hips, moving his cock inside of me, hitting every spot in my tight passage before moving out and in again. The sensation sent spirals of pleasure rocketing through me as he swiveled his hips, rotating his cock to brush against everything inside me. I held on to his shoulders as he took me, and Brett saw to me from behind, his hand on my stomach dipping down and rubbing my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger and plucking at it, sending intense shudders through me that no amount of batteries in a rabbit had ever compared to. I loved having sex with Derek, loved the energy he put into it. He was all raw desire and the power to back it up. It was luscious, having his unsheathed length within me. I clenched around him greedily, loving the way he used his cock, swirling it inside me. It felt so sexy, made me feel like a goddess. My eyes locked with Derek’s and it was like his inner animal was unleashed. I sucked on my lower lip as Derek thrust into me with abandon. Gone was the insinuating rub of his cock artfully grinding against me. Now it was all need, all unquenchable need. I felt him thicken inside me, felt the flare and pulse of his flesh in my body, sliding along my snug passage. Brett bit my shoulder, just a light scrape of his teeth that gave an edge to the building pleasure. Derek took the sound I made as further encouragement and lifted my hips to a higher angle so his cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision go black and spotted while some new heartbeat seemed to pulse within me, an orgasm building so sharp and fast that it felt like an icy chill creeping up from the soles of my feet, like I was about to be dragged under by a tidal wave.
