I was sliding my fingers against my clit, dipping lower on occasion to swipe some of my pussy juices up for lube. I was eager to get some release while I was home alone. My roommate, Peter, had amazing hearing, and I could never do this while he was home.
"Mm, fuck," I moaned.
"Hey, Y/N?" Peter suddenly called.
I groaned in frustration, pulling my hands away, "I'm in my room!"
Peter burst into my room without bothering to knock, and I was relieved that I'd had myself covered with a blanket.
"…Were you just touching yourself?" he asked me slowly.
"What are you, 10? No one says that anymore," I said, rolling my eyes.
"So that's a yes," Peter smirked.
"Oh shut up. What do you want?"
"Well I was going to offer you some pizza. But seems like you're hungry for something else. Like sausage."
I rolled my eyes again but couldn't help laughing at that line. For someone who was almost 40, he still had the sense of humor of a college frat boy.
"I'll get some pizza in a bit. Can I just have some privacy at least? It's been way too long since I've been able to do this," I said.
"Maybe you need a boyfriend," Peter suggested, leaning against the wall, "I just so happen to know a guy who's interested in you. Who has a shit load of wet dreams over you. Who has jerked off to the thought of you countless times."
"Oh yeah right. You know as well as I do that any time I find someone I might be interested in he leaves me high and dry."
"Ever think that maybe this person I know may have been scaring them off?"
"Then I'd love to have a word with him because I haven't gotten laid in over a year because of him."
Peters smile grew and he pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer, "Nows your chance to talk to him. He's right here."
My eyes narrowed when I realized what he was saying. I couldn't deny the fact that the thought of letting him take control of me had crossed my mind before. Many times.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.
"I'd rather just be fucking you," he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm desperate. If you mean what you're saying, then you better get in this bed right now," I told him.
He needed no further invite, and was immediately on top of me, kissing me for the first time. His stubble was scratching my chin as our lips moved together. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him.
"Let's get rid of this damn blanket so I can finally get a look at your wet little pussy," Peter said, yanking it off me.
As soon as it was gone, he wasted no time and moved down between my legs. He wasn't in a mood to tease or play. He was a man on a mission. His tongue slid up from my dripping hole to my clit, taking it all in. He shoved two long fingers inside me and began to suck on my clit, moaning around it. I wrapped my fingers in his slightly shaggy hair, my hips pushing upwards in need.
He scissored his fingers and curled them, searching for my g-spot, as his tongue swirled around my clit. He sucked on it harder, his fingers moving faster, making me whimper and tug at his hair encouragingly.
"Oh fuck!" I whined, "Please don't stop! Please!"
His fingers found the angle he was searching for, making my hips jerk and my eyes screw shut as I cried out. He sucked harder on my clit, making it throb in his mouth, as my orgasm quickly approached. Before I could tip over the edge though, Peter quickly pulled his fingers out of me and removed his mouth. He slipped his fingers into his mouth instead, sampling my juices, winking as he did.
"Fucking delicious," he said, "I love it."
"Please, don't tease. I need you!" I panted.
Peter smirked and gave his fingers another lick before pushing down his signature grey sweatpants. He took his boxers down with them, revealing his cock. It was about 7 inches hard, lightly veined, the tip slightly red.
"Give me one second. Need a condom," he said.
"I'm on the pill for a reason. I fucking hate condoms. Now fuck me!" I told him desperately.
"Are you sure?" he asked, never wanting to be a dad.
I nodded, "Yes, now please, fuck me! I need you!"
Peter aligned himself at my entrance and wasted no time, pushing in. I yelped when my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, my nails digging into his back.
"You okay?" he asked, his brow wrinkling.
"I'm okay. You're just really thick," I said, "Keep going."
He happily obliged, pushing further in. He soon was fully buried inside me and we both paused to relish the feeling.
"Fuck, you're so hot and tight and wet," he moaned in my ear before nipping at my neck.
"Only for you," I breathed.
Peter began to quickly move in and out, slowly at first, getting to a point where just the tip was left in me before sliding back in. After a few gentle movements where he learned my body, Peter picked up speed and roughness.
"God, I love how you feel!" he growled in my ear.
All I could do was moan in response, burying my face into the crook of his neck, as I clung to him.
"You're doing so good, baby," he said, biting at my neck again, this time more roughly.
He sucked on the spot he'd bit, ensuring he'd leave a mark.
"Got to make sure everyone knows you belong to me now," he snarled.
He shifted his hips slightly every few thrusts, searching for my g-spot. It didn't take him long, and when he found it, I felt as if I was exploding with pleasure.
"You like that, huh?" he asked, "Feels good, does it?"
I moaned, loving it, "Yes!"
I was dripping wet for him, desperate for more of him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. The bed banged against the wall repeatedly as he gripped my waist, his balls slapping against my ass. His other hand slithered over my waist and found my clit again, rubbing it as he pounded into me.
"Oh, fuck, you feel so amazing, Y/N!" he moaned, licking and kissing my neck.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I whimpered, feeling myself approaching the edge again.
This time he didn't stop, instead allowing me to fall over the edge. I cried out as I came around his cock, my pussy throbbing around him.
"Jesus, fuck," Peter moaned, his movements staggering as he reached his own orgasm.
He spilled his seed inside me, biting at my neck to cover his moans. My pussy kept twitching around his throbbing cock, milking him of every last drop. I could feel him tremble a bit as he held himself up, exhausted.
"I've never felt anything so good," he told me, slipping out.
I could feel his cum ooze out of me as he moved, adjusting himself. He lowered himself between my legs again, this time to help clean up the mess he made. His tongue dipped into my pussy, lapping up our combined cum, rubbing my clit with his fingers as he did.
"Oh, god!" I moaned, my body sensitive to touch now.
Peter knew he had complete control over me, and that I now belonged to him. That he could do what he pleased when he pleased. His tongue swirled around inside of me, seeking out all of it. His fingers continued to jerk off my swollen clit, making my hips buck upwards.
"C-Careful!" I whimpered, "That feels too good!"
"Maybe I want you to cum again, though," he said, moving back slightly.
I felt Peters tongue slide over my clit several times before pushing back into me, making me cling to the back of his head. We both knew I wouldn't be able to fight back another orgasm, and that it was just a matter of time. His fingers resumed circling around my sensitive clit, his other hand holding my hips down as he buried his tongue deeper. I finally lost control, yanking at his hair, and cumming around his tongue, my head falling back as my hips arched up.
"Good girl!" Peter praised me between licks, gathering all my cum, "You taste amazing, baby."
I blushed as he moved upwards to kiss me, tasting both myself and him on his lips. He flopped down beside me after the kiss, panting.
"So, ready for that pizza now?" he asked, grinning.