Roommate - Sex Stories

Roommate

... you come in here?”

I hesitate. I know it’s a weird request. We’ve been platonic roommates for months now, At first, I had been worried about living with him alone but we could handle the increased rent, and the awkwardness had passed almost overnight. I quickly became one of your best friends. Still, we weren’t the kind of friends who typically invited each other into the bathroom.

I crack the door open. “What’s up?”

You peeked out across the small room. Steam obscured me for a moment, but you could see my eyes trained steadily on the floor. You clear your throat, take a deep breath, and slide the shower curtain open. The sound drew my eyes up, and you saw my gaze bounce from the dildo on the wall to your wet, naked form. The hall light behind me placed you in a near-perfect spotlight, or so you hoped.

I froze, utterly and completely still, except for the obvious and immediate arousal. The bulge in my boxers got you panting again. You couldn’t look away.

We stood there, taking each other in, the cool air from the hallway seeping into the room, cooling it down. You shivered slightly, and the movement seemed to shock me back to life.

"Sorry, sorry,” I muttered and started to close the door.

“No, please. I need…” You swayed a little bit.

The combination of the temperature drop, multiple orgasms, and your still unmet need made you feel dizzy but completely focused. You needed to lie down. You also needed me. Badly.

You leaned forward, pressing ...

... yourself against me. My chest tickled your already throbbing nipples, overstimulated from the cold. you could feel how hard it made me, could feel me trembling as I waited for my next move.

“I need you,” you said simply. “I need you right now.”

My eyes met yours. You don’t know what I saw there, but my pupils dilated and you ran your tongue across my lips. You wanted that tongue in your mouth and in… other places.

I took a small step back, and broke our bodies apart. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“What do you think I’m asking,” you purred.

“No games,” I said, roughly. “I need to know exactly what you mean.” you studied me up and down. I was clearly interested, clearly keeping myself in check, vibrating with the effort it took to keep my hands at my sides. “Say it.”

“I need you inside me. I need to feel every inch of you. I need you to fuck me so hard I see stars and I need it right now.”

Apparently that was clear enough. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around you, but my kiss was surprisingly gentle. My lips brushed yours, and I moved from your mouth to whisper in your ear.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?” I said. “How long I’ve wanted you?”

I slid my hands down your back and gently led you out of the tub. I took your hand and tugged you down the hallway towards my bedroom. My sheets were still mussed and warm. They smelled like me.

You were happy to let me take the lead. You found a well of courage, born of desire ...