Page 28 of The Roommate Situation

Parker makes a broccoli and chicken casserole for dinner while I get back to my reading. Then we sit on the couch to eat while we watchThe Big Bang Theory.

I snuggle up against him when I’m finished and he slides his hand in mine again, beaming at me and pressing a kiss to my hair. God, I’m horny, and being around him, breathing in his scent and feeling his palm against mine, sliding my finger up and down his arm and feeling those muscles under my finger tips, is just making me want him all over again. I don’t think I’vestopped wanting him all day, but it feels more like a need now than anything else. My cock is hard and aching in an instant and I’m whimpering as I nuzzle his shoulder and try to keep from humping the air.

“Kiss me,” I say.

He turns to me. “Huh?”

“Kiss me,” I repeat, more urgently. “God, I’m horny as fuck. Please, kiss me.”

His eyes widen but he doesn’t hesitate. He grips my cheek and slots his lips against mine. I’m moaning and whimpering instantly as his tongue delves inside my mouth. Turning, I push myself up on my knees to get a better angle. His arms wrap around me as I press into him, kissing him fiercely, my cock throbbing and precum leaking out onto my panties.

“Damn, little rabbit,” he says, his voice hoarse when he pulls away for some air. His eyes are wide and his lips swollen, his chest rising and falling as he stares at me.

“Too much?” I ask, my anxiety spiking as I shrink back. He grips me and pulls me back towards him.

“Hell no,” he rumbles, then kisses me again, taking me with him as he falls onto his back. We both moan as I straddle him and our hard cocks rub against each other through our pants.

Our kissing intensifies, and my jaw is sore from doing so much of it, but I can’t stop. It’s so good, and the feel of his cock brushing against mine over and over as we rub against each other is so fucking amazing. I can’t stop whimpering and whining, rutting against him even harder when his hands grip my waist and he thrusts up into me. A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine and I gasp, pulling away.

“Come here,” he almost growls, and pulls me up his torso so that I’m straddling his chest now.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, when he lifts his head and begins to lick and suck along my belly. I use one hand to grip the back of thecouch as I watch him, feeling that warm, wet tongue on my bare skin and how eager he is to devour me. “Nnngg,” I whine, as my cock jerks in my pants. “Fuck, Parker.”

“Can I mark you?” he asks, and holy hell my cock jerks. He wants to mark me?

“Yes,” I say, and shove my bare stomach closer. He growls and rests his head back as I support myself on the arm of the sofa and bend over him. I rub my dick against his chest as he sucks and licks, then bites along my belly. I shake when I feel his tongue delve into my belly button. “Oh, oh, oh,” I whimper. “I’m gonna come, Parker, fuck.”

I rut against him again and again. He sucks harder. I throw my head back as pleasure consumes me, and I spray my release, coating my panties in cum for the second time that day.

“Fuck, yes, freckles,” Parker says. “That was so fucking hot.” He kisses me again, then says, “Take your pants and undies off for me? Don’t let the cum slide out.”

I blink, but shuffle down his legs and slide them off. I don’t know what he has planned, but damn I want to find out. He lifts his hips and slides his pants and underwear down, then reaches out and says, “panties,” his voice rough and eager. I hand them to him and watch with wide eyes as he takes the panties and slicks his cock up with my cum, before gripping his dick with the panties and stroking himself hard and fast.

Holy shit, that’s hot. He’s coated in my release and jerking himself off with my panties. I can’t stop staring, and my dick is springing back to life as I watch.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, and I can tell he’s close. He leans forward and asks, “can I come on you?” I nod and lay back and he bends over me, still gripping my panties as he strokes himself faster and harder.

I grip my own dick and stroke myself. Seconds later he’s letting out a guttural groan and spraying all over my abdomenand pelvis, and some even gets on my shirt, but it’s all I need to come a second time, crying out his name as I do.

“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at me, and our cum mixed together on my torso. “That was insanely hot, little rabbit.”

I nod. “Yeah,” is all I manage. He bends over and kisses me, then stands and pulls his pants up before moving into the kitchen and coming back with a wet washcloth. He stops when he reaches me and stares at my upper body.

“Damn, you look really good like that, short stack. Stretched out on the couch in just your cute little top and covered in our cum.”

I bite my lip and run my fingers through my hair, before swiping a finger through the mess on me and licking it off. “We taste good together,” I say, and his eyes flare. I swipe more of our jizz off my belly and motion for him to come closer. He does and kneels next to me, opening his mouth. I put my finger inside and he closes around me, moaning as he sucks and licks. Then he’s moving closer still and lapping up even more of the cum from my body, swallowing it down. He feeds me some more and I lick it off his finger this time. Then he’s using the washcloth to get the rest of it off.

“I think you might need another shower,” he says, blushing as he stands. I grin.

“You want to find a pair of panties for me to wear when I’m done?” I ask, arms above my head, body stretched out for his viewing. His eyes flare again.

“Really?”

I nod. “And maybe a T-shirt of yours? If that’s okay?”

“Hell, yeah,” he says, adjusting himself in his pants.

I climb off the couch and slip my crop top over my head. I can’t remember ever having this much confidence, in any area of my life, but Parker makes me feel safe and desired and adored ina way that has it bursting out of me. I press up on my tiptoes to kiss him, before I saunter naked to the bathroom.

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