Page 40 of Run, Run, Roommates
I scream, laughing, and then Marco’s smile is on the soft spot below my ankle bone. He makes his way up my leg, presses kisses and licks along the way. Halfway up, I can barely stand it, and tell him so.
He ignores me, and keeps moving at that slow, sedated pace. It’s hard not to tense up in anticipation as he draws closer and closer to my center.
Marco nips my thigh. “Breathe, or I’ll take my time going up the other leg too.”
“It does feel left out.” I can barely get the joke out as I try to restart my labored breathing.
“Has anyone ever done this to you?” Marco asks.
“Yeah. But not very well. Or at least, not enough to figure out if I like it or not.”
“Oh you’ll like it.”
I can barely process the words before his mouth is on me and my whole body arches. “Whoa!”
Marco chuckles and bands one of his arms around my hips and presses me into the bed. “I’m going to use my fingers, too. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me, okay?” I nod. “And for fuck’s sake, tell me if I do something that feels really good.”
“I will. Marco, please.” I am so wound up it hurts.
“I know, gorgeous,” he soothes. And then I watch as he sucks a finger into his mouth and moistens it. My legs curl around his head when he presses it into me, and then his mouth returns to my clit with a long swipe of his tongue.
I can’t tell exactly what Marco’s doing, but whatever it is it’s amazing. I let my head fall back and close my eyes. There’s the stretch and pull of what I’m pretty sure is multiple fingers inside of me now, and the steady sucking of his lips on my clit is bringing me higher and higher.
“More, harder, oh god.” I don’t even really know what I’m asking of him.
Marco does everything more and harder. Pressure inside me is building up and I lift my head to look at him. When we make eye contact, he lets out a groan that I feel all the way through my core.
My hands are in his hair, gripping his head as if to prevent him from going anywhere. My thighs are in on it too—they’re clamped tight on his ears.
I can feel his shoulder moving as his fingers pump in and out of me and my whole body tenses in one breaking glorious wave as I come hard on his tongue—harder than I’ve ever come in my life, harder than I knew was possible.
Marco’s eyes close, and I do the same, letting my head fall back, rocking against Marco’s hand as my orgasm hits me over and over again.
Then it’s over, leaving me faster than it came on, and I collapse back onto the bed. Marco slows, his eyes meeting mine and glinting as he slowly licks and massages me. It feels dreamy, the way he lets his fingers slide over my slick lips.
My legs fall open, relaxed now, and Marco lays his head on my thigh, still stroking me.
Everything I’ve experienced up until this point was amateur hour. I am relieved I never had intercourse with anyone else I fooled around with. I want Marco to be the first.
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Marco
Life stills inside the apartment. Brin gives a soft hum. Her body is loose and languid underneath me, and I keep gently playing with her pussy. I’m careful not to touch her clit and to keep things light until she’s ready for more.
I’m ignoring my aching dick. Everything about Brin is driving me wild: her smell, her taste, the light thatch of hairs between her legs, her moans, the way her body clamped down on my fingers when she was coming.
There’s a wet spot underneath her and my fingers are absolutely soaked. It’s so fucking hot.
Finally Brin stirs. She may have been half-asleep, because the way she says my name reminds me of our early morning watching the sunrise.
I kiss her thigh before crawling up her body so we’re face-to-face.
Her eyes barely open when she smiles at me. “I want it like this.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, kissing her jaw, the side of her neck.
“Please.”
