Roomies with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  Chapter 13: Andrea

  Fuck it.

  That’s what I told the little voice in my head.

  I have a gorgeous, hot man in my arms with a huge… you know… pushing against my belly. There was no way I was going to back out now and chalk it up to some awkward moment.

  Damn the torpedoes (is that a torpedo in your pants)!

  Full speed ahead!

  “Come with me,” I said as I took Sammy’s hand and led him to my bedroom. Thank God, I had a king-sized bed and an oversized shower, both large enough to accommodate the Amazon and her Giant, because I had a feeling things were about to get wild. In every sense of the word.

  So fuck it.

  And I’ll fuck him…

  Sammy sat on the edge of the bed and I moved to stand between his legs. I kissed him again as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his round shoulders. He was a mass of muscles, from his arms to his shoulders to his back to his chest and abs. His chest was covered with dark fur. It made me want to pull it with my teeth.

  Sammy tugged my blouse over my head and tossed it aside. I was wearing a strapless, black lacy bra that made him smile. He cupped my tits and pressed his nose to my cleavage, then started planting little kisses along the tops of my breasts.

  I reached around to unhook the bra and it fell loose in his hands. He let the bra fall to the floor so he could replace it with his huge hands. My tits are not humongous, but my nipples are long, like the end of your finger long, like big pink thimbles. Sammy groaned with desire when he saw them, then started slathering them with his tongue. They responded by getting plumper and harder between his lips. He suckled by breast like a two-hundred-fifty-pound baby.

  Sammy’s hands moved to my pants. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my long legs, leaving me naked except for the black lacy thong that was now soaking up the hot juices that were gushing from my cunt. The smell of my pussy filled the hot air.

  “You have an amazing body,” Sammy said, his hands on my hips, looking me up and down. “I could just eat you up.”

  I pushed the throng down my hips and stepped out of it. He licked his lips when he saw my freshly-waxed cooch with the line of red curls. I put my hands on his ears and said, “Eat me up then.”

  “With pleasure,” he said, growling. He got off the bed and turned me around, then pushed me back so that my ass was on the edge of the bed. He got to his knees and looped my legs over his shoulders. “My, Red Riding Hood, what a beautiful pussy you have.”

  I giggled as I gushed. “And what big teeth you have.”

  He lowered his mouth to my pussy and blew out a hot breath. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

  “OH….” When Sammy’s tongue touched my clit, it felt like my entire body had caught fire from the inside out. Sparks shot from my pussy, down my legs and back, up my stomach, across my tits, and into my brain. I literally gushed juices into his mouth. Sammy hummed like a happy camper and lapped it up.

  Chapter 14: Sammy

  Andrea’s pussy tasted like soap and strawberries with just a hint of salt. I did an internal high-five when I saw the line of red curls growing above her long clit. I usually preferred a bare pussy and hated a thick bush, but I was counting on seeing those red curls. They made me smile.

  I got to my knees and spread her pussy lips with my fingers and went to work, swirling my tongue around her clit, up and down her pussy lips, across her taint, to her asshole and back again. I circled the tip of my tongue around her hole to taste her gushing juices. It was pouring out of her like a stream flowing from a hot spring. I could smell her even before I tasted her. Her scent made my cock strain against my jeans.

  “Fuck… Sammy… that’s…” Andrea cooed. I glanced up with my lips pressed to her clit. Her head was back, eyes closed, mouth open. She was massaging her tits and tugging her long nipples. Did I say long nipples? I meant really long nipples. Holy shit. I’ve seen some big nipples in my day, but Andrea’s were huge, the largest I had ever seen. I would get well-acquainted with those babies shortly. For now, my mouth was busy drinking from her juice box.

  Andrea moaned when I stiffened my tongue and started fucking her with it, bobbing my head in and out, in and out, my nose pressing against her clit. I used my fingers to pull back the skin so my lips could get to her clit nub. It glistened with juices, hot pink, like a little pearl waiting to be sucked and kissed. So I sucked and kissed the fuck out of it.

  “Oh… shit… I’m… cumming…” Andrea bucked her pussy to my lips as the orgasm tore through her. She moaned and panted like a dog as my tongue drove deep inside her, her clit rolling between my thumbs. Her body jerked against my face for a moment, then she fell still and gave out a long breath.

  She blew out a long breath and moaned. “Fuck me… that was… whew…yeah…”

  I lifted my head up and wiped her pussy juices from my lips with the back of my hand. She raised her head to look down at me. She smiled and pushed herself up onto her elbows.

  “My turn,” she said, motioning for me to get to my feet in front of her. I got up, kicked off my shoes and stood before her with my cock about to burst from my jeans.

  “Let me help you with that,” she said, making short work of my belt and zipper. When she tried to pull my pants down, they got stuck on my cock.

  “Here,” I said, hooking my fingers in the waistband and pulling my pants out and over to clear my cock. When my pants slid down, my cock sprang free like a metal spring, all twelve inches of it bobbing in the air, rock hard, girthy, with a head the size and color of a ripe plum about to pop. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and started stroking myself.

  “Think you can handle this?” I asked, smiling at the look of awe in her eye. Without hesitation, Andrea pushed my hand away and wrapped both of her hands around the shaft and licked her lips.

  “I’m certainly gonna try.”

  Chapter 15: Andrea

  Okay, I don’t really know what I was expecting, but when Sammy dropped his trousers and that monster snake sprang free I nearly swallowed my tongue.

  Remember, I was with Pete Hamilton for a year, a guy with a thick ten-incher that felt much bigger when he tried to stuff it in my pussy or my mouth. But Sammy’s cock, holy giant cock, Batman, was the biggest one I’d ever seen. It literally looked like a giant sausage: dark, thick, veiny, with a big round head that was shiny and purple and looked like it was about to pop.

  Holy shit.

  And thank you, penis gods above!

  “Mmmm,” I cooed as my fingers wrapped around the shaft, leaving only the head exposed. The tip glistened with little juice drops that oozed from the slit as I squeezed my hands toward the head. I licked my lips for a moment to lube them up, then leaned in and kicked the juices from the tip. The moment my tongue hit his cock, Sammy’s entire body stiffened and the breath gushed out of him.

  “Shit,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You’ve already got me close to popping.”

  “I won’t let that happen until we’re both ready,” I said, glancing up as my tongue swirled under the head. My right hand continued milking the long shaft. I slid my left hand down to cup his balls, which were hot and tight to the touch.

  I spread my lips and pressed them to the head of his cock. He tasted soapy and salty, the drops oozing onto my tongue. I took the head in my mouth and worked the underside with my tongue. It was like having a wet, fleshy golf ball I my mouth. I wanted more of him inside my mouth. I could deep throat him, but that would only take care of half his cock. A little coordination was called for. Thankfully, I’d had plenty of practice with Pete.

  As my left hand massaged his balls and teased his taint, my right hand milked the full length of his shaft and I took as much of him as I could inside my mouth. My head bobbed, my hands pumped and prodded. And Sammy moaned like a wild animal that had been caged and was begging to get out.

  “Fuck…” he whispered, arching his hips toward my mouth. “Fuck�
� yes… that’s… yes… fuck…”

  I pressed the head of his cock to my lips like a giant sucker and smiled up at him. “Do you like that?”

  “What do you think?” he asked, smiling down at me.

  “Do you want to come in my mouth? Or on my face? My tits?”

  “I want to come everywhere,” he said with a devious grin. “First, lie back and let me fuck you.”

  I gave the tip of his cock one last kiss and leaned back on the bed with my legs spread. Sammy hooked his arms under my knees to lift me up. He didn’t need any help directing his cock to my pussy. The damn thing was straight and stiff as a board, like a heat-seeking missile. The only question was, how much of it would I be able to take?

  Chapter 16: Sammy

  I held Andrea’s legs under my arms and slowly stepped into her until the head of my cock touched her pussy hole, which was hot and wet and ready to be impaled. And when I say impaled, I mean it in every sense of the word. When your cock’s as big as mine, you don’t just slide it in and get busy. I could hurt her and myself badly if I wasn’t careful. Every had a pussy burn on your cock? Ouch! I can tell you, it hurts like a mother!

  Even though she was six-feet tall, that didn’t mean her pussy was ginormous. To the contrary, if my tongue and fingers didn’t deceive me, Andrea’s pussy was tight as a drum.

  “I’ll go easy,” I said, pressing the tip of my cock to her hole. I had to focus my breathing because I was already about to shoot my load. How would that have looked? Sammy the Sausage shooting his load prematurely all over her belly. Granted, it would be hot, but God forbid I cum even before we get started.

  “Just go slowly,” she said, glancing down at the monster about to push its way inside her, licking her lips. “Try not to split me in two.”

  “I would never do that,” I said. “At least not on purpose.” I smiled as I moved closer and watched in awe as her pussy spread to let the head of my cock slide inside her. Holy shit... Breathe… Breath…

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, I’m not that delicate,” she said, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. “Come on, a little more, slowly…”

  I moved closer and an inch of the shaft disappeared inside her. She was wet and well-lubed, but her pussy hole flowered, then tightened around my shaft, forcing me to go slowly. I slid in another inch, then another. When I was maybe five or six inches in, about halfway up the shaft, I felt the tip of my cock hit her inner wall. Andrea was breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth, pursing her lips.

  “That’s… oh… my… slow… yes… wonderful…” she sighed, each word coming out with on a wisp of breath. “Now… slowly… until I say… faster…”

  I started to slowly move my hips back and forth, watching as Andrea’s tight hole suctioned around the shaft, tight, firm, wet. I was panting, swallowing hard, trying to make it last.

  I moaned at the ceiling. “Jeeez…so fucking… tight…”

  “Okay… a little… faster,” she growled. “Oh my god… faster… yes… yes…”

  I held on to her legs and picked up speed a little at a time, knowing now the limits of her pussy, knowing how deep I could go and not hurt either one of us. As the fire of orgasm began igniting deep within my balls, I squeezed my eyes shut and let the rhythm take over.

  “Oh… god…” Andrea gasped, her hands clutching her tits, the long nipples sprouting between her fingers. She arched her ass high and tightened her legs around my arms. “Faster… shit… deeper… yes… yes… oh… oh… oh… fucccccckkkkkkk!!!!!”

  Andrea screamed and started coming in waves. I could feel her hot juices gushing out over my cock like a broken dam, washing out over me, drenching my shaft and balls, making the sliding easier. I couldn’t hold back any longer. The cum that was pooling in my balls exploded from my cock like a firehose, gushing, spraying, filling her cunt with hot goo that just kept on coming.

  Our bodies tensed, jerked, tensed again, as if we had stepped on a live wire. We moaned, groaned, growled, and mewed. After a minute, we were left spent; exhausted, sweating, reeking of sex and grinning at each other like two Cheshire Cats.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, wiggling my softening cock against her mushy cunt to get a little aftershock.

  “I am wonderful,” she said with a happy sigh. “You?”

  “I’m great,” I said, letting go of her legs so I could lower myself on top of her. I kissed the tip of her nose and sighed. “And I am so glad I didn’t listen to my dating coach.”

  She gave me a playful frown. “What exactly did your dating coach tell you?”

  “To behave myself and go slow,” I said, sliding my gooey cock against her slippery pussy. “And to play nice.”

  “Oh, I think you definitely played nice,” she said, flicking her tongue between my lips. “In fact, I’d love for you to play nice… again… and again… and again…”

  Chapter 17: Andrea

  Sammy and I made a night of it. There was nothing we didn’t do, no inch of each other’s bodies that we didn’t explore. It was like we were sexual adventurers on a quest to see how many positions and orgasms we could discover by the time the sun came up.

  And we discovered A LOT.

  We finally fell asleep around three in the morning, slept till late in the afternoon, woke up, had sex, cuddled for an hour (cuddling with Sammy is like cozying up to a giant teddy bear), took a shower, had sex in the shower, took another shower, went to Captain Dee’s for a late lunch (I LOVE Captain Dee’s), then came back to my apartment and did it all over again.

  Saturday flew by.

  So did Saturday night.

  So did Sunday.

  Sunday night when Sammy had to go home was a moment of sadness and relief. I was sad that he was leaving, but relieved that I would be able to collapse in my bed alone and try to get some rest before having to be at work on Monday morning.

  “This weekend has been amazing,” he said, holding me in his strong arms at my front door. “You have been amazing.”

  “Aw shucks,” I said, nipping at his chin with my teeth. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

  “I should go. See you in the morning?”

  “Bright and early,” I said. “Denny and I have a meeting with the east coast marketing team at eight-thirty.”

  “How about lunch? Burgers and fries in the cafeteria?”

  “With a bug hunk of chocolate cake?”

  “Of course.”

  “A hunk for a hunk,” I said, kissing him again. I slid my hands around his waist and dug my fingers into his ass.

  “You’d better stop that or I might never leave,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Tomorrow. Burgers, fries, cake, and whatever comes later.”

  “That sounds yummy,” I said, getting on my tiptoes to give him one last kiss. “Fine, go. I have to get some sleep.”

  “Okay, fine,” he said, backing away, tugging his fingertips from my grasp. I leaned my cheek against the door to watch him walk down the hall to the elevator. He smiled at me one more time, then stepped onto the elevator.

  I watched the doors close, knowing he was taking a little piece of my heart with him, then went inside and closed the door.

  On the way to the bedroom I was already counting the hours until I would see him again.

  Chapter 18: Sammy

  “You look like you had a big weekend,” Denny said as he sidled up next to me and bumped my arm with his elbow, nearly spilling the tall cup of coffee I had just gotten from the coffee bar on the first floor. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you spent the weekend at Club D with Carina thinking up new ways for her to ride your monster snake.”

  I picked up the cup and scowled at him. “How do you know I didn’t spend the weekend at Club D? It’s not like you ever show up anymore.”

  “Because you spent the weekend with Andrea Nichols.”

  “And how do you know that?”

  “Come on, Sammy boy, you can’t keep secret
s from me,” he said as he dumped creamer into his cup until it barely resembled coffee. “Okay, fine, Isaac told me you had a date with Andrea on Friday night and I didn’t hear from you all weekend, so I figured you were getting busy, I mean, you were busy. You’re welcome, by the way. I was just assuming you spent the weekend playing hide the sausage with Andrea and your face confirms it.”

  “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said, giving him a hard stare that broke into a grin. “However, you are not wrong.”

  “Wow, look at that smile,” he said, making a goofy face.

  “Shut up.” He was right. I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d been smiling since knocking on Andrea’s door Friday night. “And thank you. She is amazing and we had a great time.”

  “Don’t mention it,” Denny said. He picked up his cup and we started walking out of the coffee bar, which opened into the lobby, which was buzzing with hundreds of employees coming in to work. We headed for the elevators, but both froze when we heard a familiar voice, one heavy with a Russian accent, calling from the front door. We turned to see the guard at the reception desk holding a beautiful woman in a very short dress at bay.