Cuffed to my Roomies

by Natasha Black

  “I want you,” I said, “So quit teasing me.”

  “Teasing? I could lick your delicious pussy for hours. I wouldn’t mind a chance to try.”

  “You don’t have to brag. I already know you’re good,” I told him, my voice coming out in funny gasps, “And I wanted to do it against the sink like I’d imagined, but the porcelain is digging into my ass in a not-good way,” I said.

  “I got this,” Brett said, stepping forward and picking me up. He turned my back to him and leaned against the sink, “I’ll hold you up.”

  There I was, pressed to his chest, his arm beneath my thighs, holding me like a really hot, muscular human chair.

  “Now this is some hot yoga,” I said.

  Derek reached for me, kissed me, and moved between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him. We shifted around so Brett could hold me securely, his mouth on my neck, then my ear, keeping me turned on. Derek dipped his head and sucked my tight, sensitive nipple between his lips. I rolled my lips under to suppress the moan I felt building in my throat. Brett’s hand was on my stomach, and he splayed his fingers, the edge of his thumb tracking along the underside of my breast while Derek worked my nipple with his tongue. I was panting, wanting. My fingers clawed at Derek’s broad shoulders, needing all of him inside me. I felt weightless, free from gravity as Brett held me up, and Derek drew back, pressed the head of his cock to my slit. He held it with one hand, stroking even as he fed it into me a little at a time. Then he was seated in me completely, and I arched back, grinding my clit against his pelvis, impaled on his big cock and wanting more friction.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he said again, “let me love you.”

  He rolled his hips, moving his cock inside of me, hitting every spot in my tight passage before moving out and in again. The sensation sent spirals of pleasure rocketing through me as he swiveled his hips, rotating his cock to brush against everything inside me. I held on to his shoulders as he took me, and Brett saw to me from behind, his hand on my stomach dipping down and rubbing my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger and plucking at it, sending intense shudders through me that no amount of batteries in a rabbit had ever compared to. I loved having sex with Derek, loved the energy he put into it. He was all raw desire and the power to back it up. It was luscious, having his unsheathed length within me. I clenched around him greedily, loving the way he used his cock, swirling it inside me. It felt so sexy, made me feel like a goddess. My eyes locked with Derek’s and it was like his inner animal was unleashed. I sucked on my lower lip as Derek thrust into me with abandon. Gone was the insinuating rub of his cock artfully grinding against me. Now it was all need, all unquenchable need. I felt him thicken inside me, felt the flare and pulse of his flesh in my body, sliding along my snug passage. Brett bit my shoulder, just a light scrape of his teeth that gave an edge to the building pleasure. Derek took the sound I made as further encouragement and lifted my hips to a higher angle so his cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision go black and spotted while some new heartbeat seemed to pulse within me, an orgasm building so sharp and fast that it felt like an icy chill creeping up from the soles of my feet, like I was about to be dragged under by a tidal wave.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  I was crying out as Brett tugged and squeezed my swollen clit, and Derek pumped into me. The sight of his narrow hips rocking hard and fast, his jutting erection disappearing into me again and again, was incredibly erotic. So was the hand that came from behind me and worked me until I was screaming, a high-pitched wail that went on as my orgasm crashed over me. I’d never felt anything like it. It was a hot rush, and I lost control of all my muscles, jerking and flailing so that if Brett hadn’t held on to me, I probably would’ve had a head injury to explain to the ER nurses. I called out both their names again and again as Derek finished inside me, slammed into me and kissed my mouth hard. Our teeth hit together as we kissed, desperate, still joined, sweaty and satisfied.

  Brett said something to Derek, and then Derek’s hands under my legs took my weight and Brett stepped away. I slid down Derek’s bare body and stood on my feet. I smiled at him.

  “That was awesome,” he said, grinning, “but we need to give Brett the bathroom for a few minutes.”

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, thinking he needed to pee.

  “I can’t hold you like that, smell and hear you like that and not get hard. I’ll just take a quick shower, and then I’ll join you in bed. Get some sleep,” he said. He was being so considerate—we’d turned him on, and he’d gotten me off again, and then wanted to let me sleep while he found relief on his own.

  “No,” I said insistently, “No pairing off, and no getting left behind. I mean it. If you’re staying in here, I’m staying, too. Maybe I can help.”

  “You’ve got to be tired.”

  “Tomorrow’s my day off from Envy. I don’t have to be at the bar till six-thirty. So I can sleep in,” I said, “What? Should I go put on something sexy?” I asked.

  “There is nothing sexier than what I’m looking at already,” Brett said, his voice rough. It did something to me

  I was standing there completely naked in front of Brett. Derek gave a chuckle, “Girl has more stamina than me. I’m all for watching if I can sit down, but I’m pretty wiped after that performance.”

  “Shall we move to the bed?” I said archly.

  “Yes,” he said, “It’s not like I can say no to an offer like that.”

  “I can’t leave my men unsatisfied,” I said, my voice a kittenish purr. I was really feeling like a temptress, like a woman who needed two men to meet her needs, a woman who could bring a big, strong cop to his knees.

  “Damn,” he swore.

  Derek lay back on the mattress, arms crossed behind his head like he was getting comfortable to watch a ball game. I smiled at his obvious relaxation. I pointed to the bed, and, to my surprise, Brett stretched out on it in his boxer briefs. I crawled across the mattress to him and straddled his stomach. Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his briefly, tantalizing.

  “So, I heard I turn you on. Did you like that? Did you like holding me while Derek had his way with me? Knowing you could flip me around and take me yourself anytime you wanted?” I dragged the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip, “I would’ve let you. I’d let you do practically anything, Brett.”

  “God, Lynette, are you trying to kill me?” he said, pinned under me on the bed. His hands curved over my bottom, lifting me and rubbing me against his burgeoning erection. I could feel the damp patch on his boxers from his wetness. I could smell the faint musk that was his distinctive scent, and my body responded to it just like that first time. Something primitive made my pulse kick up, my body rocket from zero to sixty—okay, more like from thirty to a hundred. It was a mating urge I couldn’t even begin to explain, but Brett, the scent of him, the taste of him, had done something to me, marked me out as his. Something about him, something he held back felt mysterious, made him irresistible to me in a different way than open, funny Derek was attractive.

  Brett moved me somehow. His unselfish willingness to go get himself off so I could rest, combined with that jealous growl of his in the bar bathroom left me with a contradiction I wanted to understand. For the moment, I sat on his lower abdomen—rock hard with ridges of muscle—and trailed my fingers lightly down his chest, scratching ever so slightly, just to see how he responded. If the hardening of his manhood behind me was any indication, he liked it. I leaned down, letting my hair fall on his face, my bare, tender nipples rub against his chest.

  “Oh God, yes,” he groaned. His fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of my butt, and he rocked me over him.

  I moved my mouth to his. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue driving in my mouth. It was sexy, the urgency of it, and my body responded. My nipples tightened, and my toes curled. I felt his arms tighten like iron bands around my waist, pressing me flush against his chest. His hand gripped my tangled hair. When I tried to sit up, he held me there. He let
me lift my head enough that he could drag my face up to meet his mouth with mine. Then he flipped me on my back, hands still in my hair.

  “Do you know what that did to me? Holding you still so he could fuck you? It was torture. The best kind. I could feel every response you had, could feel the way you shifted in my arms, the just—the flood of wetness when I pinched your clit like that. I just held you there, sucked your earlobe and your neck, lent a hand when I had a chance, but when you came, I wanted so fiercely for it to be me and only me who made you do that. I wanted to know that you came from my hand, not Derek’s dick. I wanted to make you mine, keep you that way.”

  “Then fuck me. Right now,” I said, as demanding as I could be.

  With that, he kissed his way down my neck to my breasts, tasted each nipple briefly, then settled his mouth on my stomach and dipping his face into the curls that grew between my legs. He opened me with his fingers and took a long lick, then he made a humming sound of gratification. He found my clit easily and sucked on it like it was his job. I was humming myself, twisting and bucking against his mouth. I never wanted it to be over, but at the same time, I wanted him to give it to me, be rougher with me, take me harder. So I gasped out directions, “Harder! Please! Faster!”

  In response, he moved up my body. Tremors had already started in my legs, in the folds of my sex, as he licked his way up my stomach and chest, his hand replacing his mouth to rub my clit furiously back and forth. It should have felt perfunctory, a thing he was doing to increase my sensation so he could penetrate me, but it wound me up. Something about it, about the way he rubbed me like he had a goal in mind, like I was about to board a roller coaster with only one very steep hill, made me edgy and anxious.

  “Derek,” I said.

  Derek sat up from his pose as audience and joined us. “Kiss me,” I said. He obeyed, his mouth leisurely on mine, rocking over my lips and kissing me slowly. My chest felt tight from his kiss, from the relief of it. I felt like I could pour my frustration into that kiss, my anxiety about the joining to come. Because things had gotten too personal with Brett—less like a wild night among friends with benefits and more like a one on one with a man who had serious intentions toward me. I needed Derek to buffer that, to join back in and keep things lighter.

  So his kiss was everything I needed at that moment, something to break the tension between me and the man who was playing my naked body like a violin. Brett’s mouth was on my thigh, then he kissed my mound, kissed me with his mouth open like he would have kissed my mouth. The wet, open-mouthed intensity of it took me over the edge, crying out into Derek’s mouth as he kissed me. As I writhed, still in the grip of climax, Brett entered me, thrusting hard and deep so that I convulsed around him in another orgasm immediately. The feeling of him penetrating me when I was so overloaded with pleasurable sensation had been too much and set me quivering around him.

  Brett lay down on me, pressing me hard into the mattress, his pelvis aligned with my clit. He started to rock against me, his cock still within me. With every slide against his pelvis, my clit throbbed, and I started to grind against him. Derek still kissed me, my right arm holding his head down over mine Brett ground into me until I thought I’d faint, overcome by the euphoria that was building in my body all over again. He seized my hands and pressed them down against the bed so I was helpless.

  Derek lifted his mouth from mine at the shocked shiver that ran through me, “Do you like that?” he said solicitously.

  Eyes wide, I nodded. I did like it. I liked being subject to them both. He kissed me again, softly nipping at my bottom lip as Brett stayed buried deep inside me, grinding his pelvis into me, putting so much rhythmic pressure on my sweet spot that I was keening, tears spilling from my eyes at the relentless onslaught of ecstasy. I came again and again. Still, Brett didn’t stop. When I didn’t think I could take more, he released my hands, levered up off of me and started to thrust.

  I used my hands to push myself up. He let me sit up, withdrawing from me. I turned around, faced Derek.

  “Come here,” I said to him. He obeyed.

  I felt weak, too vulnerable. I didn’t want to be face to face with Brett when he came. So I turned to Derek. I whispered to him. He passed Brett the lube and lay back. I took his cock, hard again from watching us, from kissing me, and I fondled it. I stroked the silky flesh, turned on by his sweetness, his concern for me, his willingness to do whatever I asked. Turned on by the slick, lewd sounds of Brett rubbing lube on his own cock behind me. I got between Derek’s legs, stroking his cock, and I took the soft, flaring head into my mouth. I kissed it the way Brett had kissed my mound, like I was making love to his mouth only filthier. He fisted his hand in my hair.

  “Jesus, Lyn,” Derek groaned, “I’m gonna come in about three seconds with you doing that.”

  I grinned against his hard shaft, lapping up the salty drops that met my tongue. I lifted my hips in the air, letting Brett know that he could enter me and finish when wanted. I worked Derek over with my mouth. His hands came up to palm my breasts, to tease my nipples until they stood at attention. I loved the lavish way he treated me, the special touches he used to make me respond, like the way he’d nibbled my lower lip when I was pinned down, the way he was rubbing my nipples between his thumb and finger until they stood out, needy and throbbing for more.

  The slick sound of Brett’s hand gave way to a cold, slippery finger rubbing up and down my slit. I pushed back against his finger so it dipped inside me. I liked the sensation of coldness, the liquid slide of him being drawn into my passage. I lapped at Derek with my tongue, worked my jaw and sucked. Brett only fingered me. At last, in frustration, I whipped my head around to look over my shoulder.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked.

  “Your attention,” he said.

  “Just do it,” I bit out, frustrated.

  “If you’re too tired…” he said, trying to mollify me.

  “Do I look tired?” I snapped, my mouth going back around Derek’s shaft that was jerking with anticipation.

  “Then do what you want,” Brett said, “with whoever you want.”

  “Fine,” I said, and I raised up on my knees. I lowered my slick pussy down over Derek’s jutting cock. I felt his length part my folds and it felt amazing. This was the cock I wanted to ride, this was the man I wanted to fuck right now. Taking turns be damned.

  I set my hands on Derek’s shoulders and moved my hips forward in a rocking motion, “God, Lyn, don’t move. Don’t move or I’ll come,” he said. He was gritting his teeth, his hands still cupping my breasts, “God, that feels too good. But I want you to come, too. I want you to come first.”

  “I’ve already come. Fill me up, Derek. Do it,” I purred, “fill me, give me every drop. You’re mine.”

  I rocked my hips forward again, and he spilled with a roar, grabbing my face roughly and kissing me, driving his tongue in my mouth. I loved the feeling of power I had, his dripping cock still inside me. I rubbed my nipples against his chest, nuzzled his cheek, “That felt amazing. I loved feeling you come inside me like that.” He groaned, kissed me again.

  I felt Brett move, get up off the bed. I turned and saw him leaving the room, “Where are you going?”

  “To take a shower like I originally planned.” he said sharply.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I said. I had no idea where it was coming from, this demanding persona that I was developing.

  “I’d rather just be on my own.”

  “No way,” I said, “Please come back. Let me take care of you. I want us to get off together.”

  He sat on the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at me. I knelt behind him, kissed his bare, muscular shoulder, running my hands over his back.

  “Stay here with me, baby. I need you,” I said.

  Brett stood, turned around and pulled me to him. I was still kneeling on the bed, so our faces were almost level. He cupped my face in his hands, fingers combing through my tangled, messy hai
r. He lowered his mouth to mine and I caught my breath. His kiss was sweeping, breathtaking. His tongue in my mouth, his lips nipping at mine, claiming me.

  It was easy to forget, since Brett was the quieter one, how manly he could really be. He was an alpha now, and I was his.

  I couldn’t stop kissing him, my hands clinging to his broad shoulders to steady myself. His mouth, his sexy kiss made me so dizzy. I wanted more, but I couldn’t have stopped to tell him so. I tried to shift a little, lie back on the bed, but he held me fast, pressed against him on my knees.

  My pulse pounded everywhere in my body. Brett was so hot, and his touch and kiss were demanding. Like he owned me. He did own me. The only word I knew was yes.

  When he dragged his mouth away from mine, it was to kiss my neck, sending chills from my neck to my hard nipples like a jolt of electricity. I shivered deliciously, and he answered my response with his fingers, burying them to the second joint inside of my throbbing pussy. Three fingers pushed into me, and I jerked with anticipation. It felt so good to have any part of Brett inside me, and part of me shamelessly loved the way he claimed me, jammed his fingers in my cleft, knowing I’d take them, I’d take anything he wanted to give me. And more.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled against my neck. He bit my throat, just a soft scrape of his teeth but I clenched around his fingers in tight response as the thrill ran through me. It didn’t hurt, just added a sexy edge to my pleasure. He stretched his fingers inside me, and I started to rock against him.

  I reached down and slid my hand around his cock, amazed at how huge and rock hard it was after the way he’d already fucked me so long and hard. I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him.