Page 47 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“What are you grinning at?” I asked him.
“I like making you come,” he said.
“Well now it’s my turn to make you come,” I told him.
I crawled up the bed to where he sat and pressed my lips to his. I tasted myself on his tongue and it only made me hot and wet all over again. My God, I could never get enough of these two. Derek crawled onto the bed as well and stroked my back as I kissed Brett.
We made out for a few minutes, my hands on his back, his fingers in my hair and our tongues mating, twisting together. I felt my urgency rise, the level of my arousal evident when Derek traced his fingertips along the inside of my thigh and I jerked, my entire body enlivened by the touch. I felt the tip of him pressed against my slit. I pushed down, taking him into me. He met my movement with a thrust of his own and I cried out. Not to be outdone, Brett fondled my nipples, stroking them tenderly with his fingertips, then shocking me with a firmer touch, rolling my puckered nipples between his thumb and finger, almost pinching them as I tossed my head back and forth at the intensity. It felt amazing, and there was a disorienting quality to feeling Derek’s cock pumping inside me while I was face to face with Brett, my hands knotted in his hair.
I held on to Brett, his mouth on mine as Derek upped the rhythm of his thrusts. I reached out one hand behind Brett. Derek caught my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. Palm to palm with him, his cock buried inside me, I felt so intimately close to Derek, so joined to him. With Brett kissing my neck, sucking just below my ear, I jerked, the orgasm coming on fast and hard, taking me by surprise. The hard clench of my body made Derek come. Brett kept kissing me until I turned away. He brushed my hair back from my face as I sat up, launched myself into Derek’s arms. We held each other for a moment and caught our breath. Then I pulled away, kissed Brett.
“I owe you one. That was fun for me, but pretty thankless for you,” I said.
Brett stood up, his impressive erection startling me. I knew it was hot having him crouched over me, servicing my nipples, but I had no idea it would turn him on so much.
“Here, let me,” I said, reaching for him, my lips already parting to take all of him in.
I held on to his narrow hips, my lips closing over the tip. I closed my eyes, tasting the salty drops that clung to his hard, velvety flesh. I stroked his length with my hand, my tongue flicking the underside of the head. His hands moved in my tangled hair as we rocked together. I felt Derek’s hands on my hips, lifting me until I was on all fours. I leaned down on my elbows, my butt in the air. I could feel the crackle of electricity in the room, the way we were all so turned on from touching, from watching. I sucked Brett while the blunt head of Derek’s cock, hard again already, nudged my slick sex and thrust in. With one smooth motion, he was within me. I moaned around Brett’s cock. Soon they were thrusting in tandem—we found our rhythm and it was intoxicating. I wanted to scream with ecstasy with every thrust, wanted to hum and squeal on Brett’s cock in my mouth as they both fucked me. I was coming before I knew it, pushing my hips back hard as Derek pumped into me, his hands holding me securely.
I sucked harder but Brett pulled away from me as my orgasm crashed over me. I reached for him blindly. He caught me in his arms, l felt myself lifted, settled onto his lap. He lowered me onto his rigid cock, penetrating me as my head drooped against his shoulder. I loved it, being passed from Derek to Brett and back again, loved being so caressed and cherished, so thoroughly fucked. I clung to him, rocking my hips. His hand pressed the small of my back, his hips thrusting deep and slow. I mewed, my nails digging in to his shoulders as he held me tight, driving into me so deep that I thought I’d pass out. It was on the edge of too much, of overwhelming all my senses. He was taking me farther than I’d ever been, out past the stars that swirled in front of my eyes as he came hard inside me. I shuddered at the impact, at the primal rush I felt with his hot seed spurting into my depths.
Derek scooped me up off Brett’s lap, still hard, not finished with me. I managed a weak smile as he laid me on the bed. I shivered as he moved down my body, his questing mouth, his insistent fingers. He stroked my throat, caught my earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently. Derek touched every inch of my skin, his fingers trailing along the palms of my open hands, up my arms splayed out in exhaustion. He stroked my collarbone, my breasts, made my nipples harden and distend under his fingers. He moved his palm to my mound, the heel of his hand pressing hard on my clit as he rocked his hand there. I was moving with him almost involuntarily, grinding against him for more friction. He tucked two fingers inside of me, sent me twisting and begging for more. He kissed my lips, hard and deep, his tongue in my mouth as if he’d wipe out any memory of another man. My arms found their way around his neck as he moved up, parting my folds with his fingers, seating his cock back inside me where it belonged. I drew a ragged breath, “yes,” I whispered in satisfaction. He moved just right, hitting that spot in front with every thrust. Bright pops of light started on the edge of my vision. My feet flexed, a spasm started in my stomach and thighs. I shook uncontrollably. He had to hold me down to finish fucking me. I was groaning, grunting, shrieking with the most incredible release I’d ever felt. He pounded into me until I came and came, forgetting everything but the man joined to me. I thrashed beneath him, unable to get my breath. He covered my mouth with his. I almost fought him, the waves of heat and sharp ecstasy ripping through my body made me feral. I pushed at his shoulders, but he held me fast, kissing me so tenderly I thought my heart would break. He leaned his forehead against mine, “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here. We both are.”
