Page 74 of Oblivious Roommate

I moan as loud as I want to because there is no neighbors here, and thank fuck for that, because they’d be calling the cops. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whine, clenching the blanket in one of my hands.

When Cassian strokes my back, his touch feels almost too intense. He could light a fire by holding a match against my skin. I’m trembling, I’m horny, I’m getting fucked by the best guy I know, and it’s so glorious.

“Yeah… me too,” Cassian rasps. His cock withdraws slightly as he leans down to kiss my back, but then his hands are at my hips, and he’s moving.

I’m ready for this. I suppose whenever I imagined this moment, it was mostly about visuals, but the way it feels, with his thick, hot cock gliding back and forth as I get used to the motion is indescribable and hotter than even the most obscene pictures.

And this isn’t the porn I’ve been watching now and then, this is Cass, my Cass, enjoying my body. I remember how hot and bothered I got when I caught him jerking off. This is next level. The moans and grunts he makes are so sexy I overflow with joy knowing I’m the source of his excitement. When I steal another glance at him, his attention is between my spread legs, on his dick pumping into me. But he must have sensed my gaze on him and looks up.

He notices me staring.

And speeds up.

My moans once more fill the room. I love how tightly we fit together, how he can get off inside me. I rock against him at the frantic pace that he set.

“Tell me if you want... slower,” he says, staring at me as if he wants to eat me and suck the marrow out of my bones for dessert.

“No. This is good. So good!” The strain on my twisted neck becomes too much, and I rest my forehead on the blanket. When he puts his hand on my nape to ride me with yet more force, I feel like a bitch in heat and love every second of it.

The heat is more intense on one side of my body because of the fireplace, and I have no doubt I’ll remember that and every other detail of this night forever. From the rain tapping against the roof to the scent of our sweat, they will be safely tucked at the back of my mind, so I can return to this moment in my thoughts whenever I feel like it.

It’s perfection, and I love how this remote location lets me completely relax.

“Oh yess... oh Mattie... I wanted to do this for so long,” Cassian whispers breathlessly, but his hips work like a machine. The thrusts don’t always feel perfect, but his dick keeps stroking against the amazing spot sending sparks all over me, though even if it didn't, just having him move inside me like this would be enough to bring me to the heights of arousal.

I want him to come in me so bad.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been perving on me since I moved in?” I let out a raspy laugh. I want him to come first, but if he doesn’t put his hand on my dick any time soon, I might have to do it myself. Or should I wait? I don’t know, I’m too horny to think.

“Nooo, Mattie… I wanted to do this all the way in high school when we had those sleepovers, and I’d dream about us doing it in your attic, while your parents were asleep. On the floor, because your damn bed always creaked too much,” he says, thrusting into me as if he was high on this moment.

I moan when the vision he describes passes through my mind in Full HD. His grip on my hips tightens, and I squeeze my ass on his stiff dick. So. Fucking. Good.

“Oh fuck… we should do that when we visit. Face down. Biting my hand. You on top of me.” I’m dizzy from the heat of the fire and the blood flowing pulsing in my engorged dick. I’m dripping pre-cum as he goes to town on my ass.

I’m a bottom. I’m such a total bottom.

“Oh, damn… Mattie… you’re so fucking perfect,” Cass croaks as his thrusts become faster and less organized. And then he’s coming. I can feel his dick pulse inside, and my insides grow hotter as I realize he is pumping me full of cum. I can barely breathe with excitement.

I grab his hand and pull it to my dick. “Make me come,” I beg, pressing my ass against him to absorb all his juices. His cock is still rock-hard, throbbing and I imagine the orgasm painted all over his face, because I have no energy to look over my shoulder.

I moan when I feel his lips against my nape, but it’s when he touches my cock that every muscle in my body twitches. I’m shaking as he sucks on my earlobe and speaks.

“I love you. I loved you back in high school, and I won’t ever stop. I just want you with me wherever I go.”

I don’t want him to see it, but two massive tears roll down my cheeks. From the overwhelming love I feel for him, and from the release of coming in his hand.

His cock is only starting to soften, but I tremble, moan, and shoot more spunk than I was aware my balls could contain. He’s got all the power over me, and yet I know he’d never misuse it. I’m open to him, body and soul.

I want him to use me in the nastiest ways, and then cuddle me by the fire.

He keeps kissing my shoulders and neck, even though it slows once his dick slides out of me. We’re both so fatigued that eventually, we just collapse on our sides.

“Wow,” Cassian says, lazily rubbing my own cum into my stomach.

Another cold shower can wait until tomorrow.

I’m so overwhelmed and so happy as I cuddle up to him, but then something catches my eye under the bed. Big green eyes stare back at me.