Page 81 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“It’s fine.” My voice comes out raspy.

His brow furrows underneath the curls hanging over his forehead. “It’s not fine. I totally lost control. This is supposed to be your birthday night and I ruined it.”

“Nothing’s ruined. If anything, seeing you lose control got me so hot I almost came all on my own.” That’s not even an exaggeration, and I’m half worried I’ll burst the second any part of him comes into contact with my dick. My only hope of hanging on is to make sure there’s no doubt in his mind this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.

Imagining a host of unsexy things like sweaty pads and used locker room towels, I give him a quick peck on the lips, then a little smack on the butt to snap him out of his worry. “Now. lube my cock so you can ride me.”

Justus reaches for the bottle, and once he’s got the gel warmed in his hands, I sit back and admire the way the muscles in his arms and chest flex as he strokes my cock with a feather-light touch, almost as if he’s caressing it.

I’m so hard it hurts, and part of me thinks I could be content to lie here all night, watching him lovingly fondle my dick. Not because it feels incredible, so much as, he just looks so beautiful right now—bare chested, slightly sweaty, with a thoughtful expression on his face as he focuses on what he’s doing.God, he’s a work of art.

When he’s got me all slicked up, Justus holds the base of my shaft and starts to sink down.

“Prep?” I arch my brow.

“I’m good.” He grits his teeth and pushes down, taking me about halfway before he pauses. I want to tell him to stop, to let me get him ready first, but I suspect this is his way of paying penance for whatever pain he thinks he caused me earlier, and I know he’s stubborn enough to put himself through it regardless of what I say.

Holding as still as possible despite the overwhelming urge to move inside his vise-like channel, I bite my lip, waiting until he’s fully seated before rocking my hips to test his comfort. “Good?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He tries to hide a slight wince.

“Liar.” I take his semi-hard cock in my hand and squeeze it gently, encouraging it to wake up. His eyelids flutter as I work him as lovingly as he just worked me.

“Why do you keep trying to make this about me when it’s your birthday?” he drones with a little pout.

“What makes you think this is about you?” I tug softly. “Holding your dick turns me on. Being buried inside you turns me on. And I feel like a fucking rock star when I make you come, so if I can do it a second time in one night, I’m pretty much guaranteed to have an epic orgasm.”

“Promise?” he asks as he starts to swell in my hand, his hips shifting almost imperceptibly, but enough I can tell he’s ready for me to move.

“Yeah, babe. I promise.” I let my hand slip from his cock to his hip as I bring the other to mirror it, so his body is firmly in my grip. “Can you handle it if I’m rough?”

Justus nods and leans forward, bracing his arms on either side of my head as I lift him up so just my tip is still encased in his ass. Then I pull him down as I punch up.

He wails, and I immediately go still. “Babe?” I panic.

“That wasn’t…” he pants. “That was a good cry. Don’t stop.”

After studying his face for a second, I don’t see any evidence that he’s bluffing, so I do it again. And again. Driving as deep as his body will allow, savoring the taut pinch of his ass along my full length as I pray for the strength to last until he can finish with me.

It’s touch-and-go for a while. Though we’ve fucked several times, the relentless grip of his channel catapults me to the edge of releasealmost as soon as I enter him, and tonight is no different, especially considering I didn’t stretch him first.

My cock feels like it’s being strangled, the impossibly tight fit sending me into a tailspin far sooner than I want it to. It’s only by concentrating on my arms, on the action of lifting and lowering Justus on my shaft, that I’m able to stave off my own detonation.Temporarily.

As Justus whimpers and mewls above me, falling into another euphoric daze, it’s impossible to hold myself back. And the wail that leaves his lips when my crown brushes over his prostate… It’s pure heaven.

Hips pumping, fingers pinched around Justus’s hips, I piston mine, chasing the ecstasy that’s been building since the moment I walked in the door and saw the effort he went through to surprise me.

The nerves along my shaft light up like a runway as Justus’s body slides over my length. Labored breaths hover inches away from my lips. His now swollen shaft bobbing between our stomachs with every thrust, I’m serenaded by the smack of skin, which only adds to the hedonistic symphony of our erratic grunts and moans.

The feeling in my limbs starts to fade as all sensation seems to pool in my cock, and like Justus only moments before, instinct overtakes me.

I thrust faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

My abs strain as the effort to join our bodies consumes me, but I push past it, focusing only on coming together so completely we’re basically one.

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