Page 79 of Bad Pucking Roommate

I give his ass a quick but firm little smack and nudge him toward the bed while I grab the dice I dropped in my haste to touch him. He scoots back until he’s leaning against the headboard while I shake my hand back and forth, blowing on it like they do in Vegas to let anticipation build as they clack together in my fist. Then I let them drop to the mattress.

TEASE COCK

Oh, hell yes.“Lie back. Spread your legs.” I use my hands to knock Justus’s legs apart, wide enough that I can lay on my stomach with my face just inches from his junk.

“It said tease, not—ohhhh.” Justus lets out a stilted moan as I blow a stream of cool air over his crown, his back arching in search of the friction he can’t get from my breath alone.

Fuck that’s hot.

I suck in a lungful of air and let it out again. Only this time, I start at the base of his dick, breathing hot air over the length of his shaft. Once more, he arches toward my mouth, which is hovering just out of reach, withholding what he really wants.

Eyes heavy with lust, he watches as I lean in to kiss his slit, only to hit him with a blast of cool air. I open wide, hovering over his tip, and exhale a warm breath rather than sealing my lips over him. Then I dip down, inhaling his musky scent as my nose skirts along his shaft, close enough to smell his desire but far enough that we don’t touch.

Over and over again, I breathe hot and cool air over his cock while Justus swivels and pumps his hips, chasing any kind of contact he canfind. He’s so desperate that a thin sheen of sweat gathers on his chest, but I don’t give in, even though this is torturing me as well as him.

More than once I find myself on the verge of tasting him, particularly the smooth skin on his crown that isn’t tucked behind a layer of foreskin. Just as he’s obsessed with me being uncut, I’m fascinated by the fact he is, and I love exploring his sleek tip with my tongue, lapping at the precum that seeps from his slit.

I don’t, though. I torment us both until his dick is a fat, purple monster, twitching erratically under my hungry gaze.

“Your turn.” I kneel and hand my boyfriend the dice.

He takes several deep, shaky breaths, before finding the strength to roll.

LICK BALLS

His arm shoots out of nowhere, wrapping around my waist, and flinging me to the mattress. “Get on all fours.”

Feral Justus is hot as fuck, and I’m all too happy to comply. No sooner am I in position, a tiny pressure–so faint I almost wonder if I imagine it–flicks over my left nut. Then my right. Back to my left, just as faint but faster, before it's suddenly gone and a long, wet lick swipes over the right.

From this angle, Justus can torture my nuts without ever touching my dick, and he takes full advantage, flicking, licking and swirling his tongue over, around and between my balls. There’s no rhyme or reason to his movement, no pattern, and the constant flux of pace and pressure puts me in this euphoric haze, dulling all my senses save the one he’s abusing.Touch.

I rock back, seeking more than just a trace of his wet tongue, and he retreats, denying me. When I hold still, he whirls his tongue around my right nut, fast and firm, until I’m covered in his saliva. Using hishand to spread my cheeks, which lifts my balls closer to his mouth, he laps at the left one with the flat of his tongue in long, thorough strokes.

Each time he switches position, cool air hits the damp skin of one nut right as a warm wetness surrounds the other. The stark contrast in temperature is both intriguing and infuriating, and leaves me panting in desperation. He has my cock weeping precum as my need ratchets higher yet remains unfulfilled.

Much as I love to feel his tongue on my balls, the pressure is too light. Too fleeting. I want him to take me fully into his mouth, to suck me hard and fast and give me some sense of relief, if only for a moment. But just as I did earlier, he holds my gratification just out of reach.

Desire pools in my groin, a fluttering rumble of need that grows steadily until I can’t contain it. Desperate groans stream from my throat, the only outlet I have for the onslaught of satisfaction denied.

At some point the pleasure becomes so intense my muscles start to give, and my head falls to the mattress as my arms give out. Justus takes mercy on me then, setting the dice inches from my face.

“Your turn,” he says huskily.

Like him, I need a few minutes to recover, and once I feel somewhat stable, I roll.

SUCK NIPPLE

I push Justus to his back and hover over him, intending to refuse him any contact beyond my mouth over the puckered bud on his chest. But with my arms still shaking I quickly realize that’s not an option, so I settle my weight on the lower half of his torso and latch on to his right nipple.Hard.

I’m merciless in my efforts, sucking so hard on the pink little nub starts to turn red.

“Unghhh.” He pushes his pec upward, as if he could get further inside, and my dick twitches against the mattress.

It seems my boyfriend likes his nipples sucked. Interesting.

I switch to the left nipple, giving it the same attention I gave the right, and Justus moans again, pumping his hips upward to rub his cock against my stomach.

“Hold still or I’ll stop,” I warn.

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