Page 38 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“Oh God, yes,” he groaned. His fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of my butt, and he rocked me over him.
I moved my mouth to his. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue driving in my mouth. It was sexy, the urgency of it, and my body responded. My nipples tightened, and my toes curled. I felt his arms tighten like iron bands around my waist, pressing me flush against his chest. His hand gripped my tangled hair. When I tried to sit up, he held me there. He let me lift my head enough that he could drag my face up to meet his mouth with mine. Then he flipped me on my back, hands still in my hair.
“Do you know what that did to me? Holding you still so he could fuck you? It was torture. The best kind. I could feel every response you had, could feel the way you shifted in my arms, the just—the flood of wetness when I pinched your clit like that. I just held you there, sucked your earlobe and your neck, lent a hand when I had a chance, but when you came, I wanted so fiercely for it to be me and only me who made you do that. I wanted to know that you came from my hand, not Derek’s dick. I wanted to make you mine, keep you that way.”
“Then fuck me. Right now,” I said, as demanding as I could be.
With that, he kissed his way down my neck to my breasts, tasted each nipple briefly, then settled his mouth on my stomach and dipping his face into the curls that grew between my legs. He opened me with his fingers and took a long lick, then he made a humming sound of gratification. He found my clit easily and sucked on it like it was his job. I was humming myself, twisting and bucking against his mouth. I never wanted it to be over, but at the same time, I wanted him to give it to me, be rougher with me, take me harder. So I gasped out directions, “Harder! Please! Faster!”
In response, he moved up my body. Tremors had already started in my legs, in the folds of my sex, as he licked his way up my stomach and chest, his hand replacing his mouth to rub my clit furiously back and forth. It should have felt perfunctory, a thing he was doing to increase my sensation so he could penetrate me, but it wound me up. Something about it, about the way he rubbed me like he had a goal in mind, like I was about to board a roller coaster with only one very steep hill, made me edgy and anxious.
“Derek,” I said.
Derek sat up from his pose as audience and joined us. “Kiss me,” I said. He obeyed, his mouth leisurely on mine, rocking over my lips and kissing me slowly. My chest felt tight from his kiss, from the relief of it. I felt like I could pour my frustration into that kiss, my anxiety about the joining to come. Because things had gotten too personal with Brett—less like a wild night among friends with benefits and more like a one on one with a man who had serious intentions toward me. I needed Derek to buffer that, to join back in and keep things lighter.
So his kiss was everything I needed at that moment, something to break the tension between me and the man who was playing my naked body like a violin. Brett’s mouth was on my thigh, then he kissed my mound, kissed me with his mouth open like he would have kissed my mouth. The wet, open-mouthed intensity of it took me over the edge, crying out into Derek’s mouth as he kissed me. As I writhed, still in the grip of climax, Brett entered me, thrusting hard and deep so that I convulsed around him in another orgasm immediately. The feeling of him penetrating me when I was so overloaded with pleasurable sensation had been too much and set me quivering around him.
Brett lay down on me, pressing me hard into the mattress, his pelvis aligned with my clit. He started to rock against me, his cock still within me. With every slide against his pelvis, my clit throbbed, and I started to grind against him. Derek still kissed me, my right arm holding his head down over mine Brett ground into me until I thought I’d faint, overcome by the euphoria that was building in my body all over again. He seized my hands and pressed them down against the bed so I was helpless.
Derek lifted his mouth from mine at the shocked shiver that ran through me, “Do you like that?” he said solicitously.
Eyes wide, I nodded. I did like it. I liked being subject to them both. He kissed me again, softly nipping at my bottom lip as Brett stayed buried deep inside me, grinding his pelvis into me, putting so much rhythmic pressure on my sweet spot that I was keening, tears spilling from my eyes at the relentless onslaught of ecstasy. I came again and again. Still, Brett didn’t stop. When I didn’t think I could take more, he released my hands, levered up off of me and started to thrust.
