Page 105 of Tapped By My Roommate
“Ride my fingers,” he said. “Let me see how you like it.”
I flushed at the words, but my body obeyed him, wanting more. This craving to be filled was new, something Rhett had inspired in me when he’d thrust his cock between my thighs, pressing up against me from behind. I’d wanted to know how it’d feel to have him pressing inside. Soon, I would.
I braced my hands on his chest and pushed myself back on his fingers, rocking my hips to take him in and out. It wasn’t fireworks yet. It felt good, but something was lacking. His fingers were hard, a little bony and uncomfortable. I wanted something else. Wanted to feel his cock, with its velvety flesh, hard but soft.
I fumbled behind me, reaching for his shaft. “Want you now.”
He groaned. “Okay, wait a sec. Gotta suit up.”
Rhett slid a hand under his pillow and pulled out a condom like a magician plucking a rabbit out of a hat.
I started as he ripped it open. “Do you always keep those there?”
He took one look at my face and snorted a laugh. “No. I grabbed some supplies earlier when I was waiting for you. Figured I’d save us some hassle.”
After rolling on the condom, he grabbed a small bottle of lube and poured some into his palm. I was about to remind him I’d already lubed up, but he fisted his cock, hissing a little as he stroked lube over the condom. Then, to my chagrin, he pressed slippery fingers back into my hole. “Can’t be too careful,” he murmured.
It felt a little weird, letting him slick me up, but when he withdrew and pressed the wide head of his cock to my hole, I was suddenly glad. He felt huge. How was I possibly going to fit him? I mentally tried to conjure images of my fingers beside his cock to gauge whether I’d prepped enough.
“You take the lead,” Rhett said.
My heart leapt. “What? But I’ve never…I don’t—”
He drew me down into a gentle kiss. “I know it’s new. That’s why I want you to take only what you can handle. Just press back, bear down, and push out, okay? Trust me.”
I blew out a big breath and did as he suggested. I pushed back, and his cock spread me and spread me until I was shaking and uncertain I could take him. Then, right as I reached my limit, I remembered to push out, and he slid in past the resisting ring of muscle.
I grunted as he invaded me, pressing against my insides, stretching and burning.
Rhett released a breath. His jaw was tight, his body trembling.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He smiled tensely. “That’s my line, isn’t it? I’m good. I’m great. Just trying not to rush you. I want this to be good for you.”
My body was relaxing bit by bit. The burn was ebbing. I experimentally rocked my hips.
Rhett hissed, and pleasure spiked through me, there and gone. But it was enough to make me chase that feeling. I rocked again, taking him a bit deeper. There was still an ache, a sort of echo of the burning entry. But it was fading fast, blending with the unfurling pleasure of Rhett going deeper inside me.
He stroked my flanks, whispering encouragement, never rushing me as I adjusted to the stretch and found a rhythm, rocking back to take him deeper, then forward. I felt my thighs burn as I worked myself up and down his cock.
“Does it feel good?” I asked Rhett. “Am I doing this right?”
“So good,” he rasped. “You’re perfect.”
I rocked back a bit more forcefully, wanting it harder. Rhett seemed to read my mind again, suddenly bucking his hips to meet me, thrusting his cock harder and deeper. I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. My body went limp as Rhett took over, thrusting up into me, driving in and out faster and harder.
I kissed him, hard and messy, groaning against his mouth as he hammered into me. And when he got tired, I took over again, riding him for all I was worth. At some point, my energy ebbed, and Rhett flipped me onto my back and re-entered me. He held my thighs in a tight grip, tilting my ass up, and I no longer cared about modesty. I was too busy chasing the tight pleasure coiling inside me.
My cock was bobbing and aching, and I began stroking it as Rhett fucked me. His gaze flicked between my fist flying over my shaft and the place where he entered me. I envied his view. I imagined what it might look like, his thickness spreading my hole, and shuddered at the visual.
“Oh fuck, I can feel that,” Rhett gasped as my whole body tightened. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my mouth feeling too dry for words.
“Come for me. I want to feel you come apart on my cock,” he said. “Want to watch you gush and lick you clean—”
Oh, god. Rhett and his dirty talk.
