Big Roomie

by Penny Wylder

  “I want you,” I say to her. “Do you want me?”

  She closes her eyes and grinds against me. “I do. More than anything.”

  “If you want me so bad, why don’t you prove it?”

  She stares up at me, her blue eyes shining behind long lashes. “How?”

  I smile wickedly. “Give me your panties.”

  The surprise on her face is priceless. Again her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. I wonder about the other pretty and pink parts of her perfect body. If I get my way, I’ll find out soon enough.

  “I can’t …”

  “You can—”

  “No, I literally can’t,” she says. “I’m not wearing any.”

  I choke on my own spit. Here I thought she’d been wearing a thong because there weren’t any panty lines, when all along she’s been completely naked under that dress.

  My cock starts to throb, and I growl with lust, though she can’t hear it over the music. Every primal urge in me wants to tear that dress off of her.

  “I don’t believe you,” I whisper into her ear. But I do believe her. I just want to find out for myself.

  I feel her entire body start to shake as I run my hand down her hip until I reach the hem of her dress. Her eyes dart around, afraid we’ll get caught, but it’s too dark for anyone to see what we’re doing, and no one is paying attention anyway; they’re too busy doing their own naughty business, trying not to get caught.

  My cock aches as my fingers find the smoothly waxed mound of her pussy. Her legs spread instinctively. It’s warm and wet and so inviting. I want to shove my face between her legs, smell the heady scent of her arousal, bury my tongue in those delicate folds. God, her pussy lips are like silk. I have to taste her.

  I put my fingers to my lips after they’ve rubbed against her. She smells as sweet as I knew she would. Clean and fresh and horny as hell. That is the smell of a hole that is primed and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But she’s not ready for that just yet, so I have to bide my time. In the meantime, I’m going to see just how far she’ll let me go.

  She watches with wide, intrigued eyes as I suck her juices off my fingers. “Delicious,” I say.

  She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes as my fingers find their way back. This time I part her swollen lips and push my finger inside her. Holy shit, she’s tight. The walls of her cunt clamp around my finger. For a moment I wonder how my dick could possibly fit in her tiny opening.

  Her body starts to shake, and she shivers as my finger thrusts into her body over and over again. Even with the music pumping, I can hear her high moans.

  “Oh my God,” she hisses in my ear. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

  “Honey,” I whisper back, “this is nothing.”

  As soon as my thumb brushes against her hard clit, her muscles start to contract, and she drenches my hand.

  I kiss her hard on the lips, keeping my fingers hooked and touching that special spot until her body finally calms down.

  She pulls away, a bit shaky and looking stunned and a little confused. I’m just as confused because she seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

  “I have to go,” she says.

  “Wait,” I start to say, but she runs out of the club before I can stop her.

  5

  Channa

  I flag down a cab outside of the club and head back to the house. I can’t believe that just happened. None of it was planned. I was just going to dance and flirt with Kain a bit, nothing serious. There’s no way I was going to let things go too far. Then I did. There’s something so alluring about him, it’s like I couldn’t help myself. Lust took over my body and I had no control.

  I’ve never let a guy touch me like that before. Kissing is as far as I’ve ever gone, and even that didn’t go over so great. My first kiss was terribly awkward with a boyfriend I had in high school. He decided he was going to push himself on me and so I punched him in the face and never looked back. He ran his mouth, of course, and so I ended up with a reputation of being a cold bitch. I never argued about it, never tried to defend myself, which, in turn, left me dateless until college. I once tried again to go on a date, but the guy, again, decided to get pushy, and so again, I found all those years of kick boxing classes paying off. After that I shunned everyone, afraid of another repeat of bad past experiences.

  Then I let Kain in, and God it was good. The feel of his lips, the sweet taste of scotch on his tongue. I was mesmerized by the sheer size of him, how powerful he looked. Unlike in college and high school, I doubt hitting him would stop him if he really wanted to take advantage of the situation, but no part of me wanted him to stop. This time, I wanted it. I craved it. I wanted to go too far.

  When he touched me … holy shit, I was on fire. The feeling of his finger sliding inside of me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Sure, I’ve masturbated and come, but it is not the same. I was able to let go and not think about anything but the pleasure radiating through my body. It felt as though I were floating and falling at the same time, a sense of completely letting go. And that’s a scary, yet exhilarating, feeling for a control freak like me.

  Letting him do that to me leaves me with a confused mix of glee and shame because I hardly know him. I basically let a complete stranger give me the best orgasm of my life. If someone would have asked me if that were even possible a day ago, I would’ve laughed in their face. I’m still struggling to believe it even though I can’t get the thought of it out of my head.

  Even as I sit in this cab, my body feels awake, more alive than I’ve ever felt. My pussy is still wet and throbbing, desperate for more. Not only that, though. I want him. The man. From the first time I saw him on the plane I thought, I could love someone like that. And then the chemistry between us, the flames that spark each time we’re in each other’s vicinity, I know that’s a scary truth. My heart is in fear for its life. He could break it into a million little pieces if this were to get out of hand.

  This could be one of the biggest mistakes of my life—or the best thing that’s ever happened to me. What if he hurts me? What if things get too far and I ruin the trip that my friends and I spent years saving for and looking forward to? I have to figure this out. I’m stuck living with Kain while we’re here. I need to make sure I don’t make things awkward.

  I get back to the house and head for my room. My pussy is still slippery wet. It’s as though Kain turned on a faucet inside of me and forgot to turn it off. I decide to shower before I get ready for bed. The showerhead is detachable. I think about masturbating with it to get the rest of this horny feeling out of my system, but I know for a fact that a showerhead is a poor substitute for the real thing. It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy this new hunger. Instead, I finish my shower and get ready for bed. I’m about to settle in with my book when I hear the front door open and my friends’ drunk cackling.

  My bedroom door opens, and they stick their heads in, looking a hot mess. I laugh at their disheveled appearance.

  “You disappeared,” Deb says. “Everything okay?”

  “I just got overheated and wasn’t feeling too good. I’m okay now.”

  “She never could hold her alcohol,” Lillian slurs and they both crack up as if it were some hilarious joke. I laugh too because those two are like a ridiculous comedy skit when they’ve been drinking.

  “Where’s Kain?” I ask.

  Deb shrugged. “He didn’t come back with us.”

  He’s a big boy and can take care of himself, but part of me worries if he’s okay.

  Lillian says, “Maybe he found a lady friend at the club and is getting laid. I could have sworn I saw him kissing someone on the dance floor.”

  I look away and feel my cheeks grow hot and I worry that Lillian saw us.

  But then a surprisingly painful thought worms its way into my head. What if he found someone after I left? What if that was the person Lillian saw him kissing? My gut wrenches and I feel like I might throw up. I close my
eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning.

  I hate that the thought of him with someone else makes me sick. My mind turns on me in the most vicious way and I picture Kain’s large fingers pushing into someone else, and him bringing pleasure to her. I want to scream. Why the hell does this hurt so much?

  “Guys, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’m going to be sick.”

  Deb looks as though she’s sobering up when she sees how horrible I feel. “Get some sleep. We’ll try to stay quiet. Call us if you need anything.”

  “Thank you.”

  They close the door. I shed off the night shirt Lillian let me borrow and decide to only sleep in my panties. My skin feels like it’s on fire—but not in a good way like it did in the club.

  My mind is all over the place. I can’t even focus long enough to read my book, which is not like me at all. I decide to try to sleep. Kain’s face fills my thoughts. And every time another girl enters the picture. Sometimes she’s tall, leggy and blond, sometimes she’s short petite and dark haired. Why am I torturing myself by picturing him with someone else?

  I slam my fists into the mattress at my sides. I keep tossing and turning. There’s no way I can sleep knowing the man who just gave me the ultimate orgasm only an hour before is now out with someone else.

  I guess maybe that’s a good thing despite the pain it causes. If he’s with someone else, then at least I know what kind of person he is, and I don’t have to waste my time wondering if he’s something he’s not. I’m not going to end up falling for some obvious piece of shit. I’ve dated those. I’m over it.

  Just as I feel myself start to doze off, I hear the front door creak and my eyes spring open. I wait, perfectly still, to hear Kain’s footsteps. I hear him walk in front of my door and stop. I tense up, wondering if he’ll knock.

  But he doesn’t. Instead, I hear the creak of his bed as he falls onto the mattress. The wall between us is cardboard-thin and there’s a heating vent where I can see light coming through. It’s closed just enough so I can’t see anything else but the light creeping in.

  I listen carefully, terrified that I will hear the sound of a woman’s laughter or moans. But there’s nothing but silence.

  I sit up. When my bed creaks with the movement, there’s a light tap on the wall from his side.

  “I thought you might still be awake,” he says. His words are muffled but I can still hear him perfectly. I hate that his voice sends a thrill through me.

  I put my back to the wall and don’t say anything.

  “Why did you run away?” he asks.

  There’s a hard knot in my throat. I try to swallow it down. I can’t find my words around it, so I remain silent.

  He chuckles dryly, then sighs. “I’m sorry if you’re regretting what happened. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken things so far. I never meant to do anything that would upset you. I was sure you liked me—”

  I cut him off. “I do like you.” My heart hammers in my chest. “It’s complicated.”

  “Everything is until it isn’t,” he says.

  “What were you doing? What took you so long to come back to the house?” I hate how accusatory the words sound, but I need to know, or I will never get to sleep.

  I hear him chuckle. “Are you jealous?”

  “You know what, never mind,” I say. I crawl under the covers and close my eyes, angry at myself for letting my emotions get the best of me in such an obvious way.

  My bedroom door opens suddenly. I startle and sit up, holding my blanket tight to my nearly naked body.

  The glow of the dying fire I’d built casts a large shadow of his body and makes his skin radiant. He climbs onto the bed, his eyes hot, gazing into mine as he pins me against the headboard. My whole body trembles with fear and excitement. Again, my pussy throbs and unleashes a torrent of wetness that drips down my skin.

  “Admit you were jealous,” he says. I refuse to admit it. I don’t want to feel like a bigger fool than I already do. “You like me, you want me. So why not just give in? I can only hold on for so long. Why the games?”

  My breath shivers out of me.

  “What are you hiding?” he asks.

  I swallow hard. “I’m a virgin.”

  He sits back a little, his face contorted with confusion as if he’s trying to fathom how that could possibly be true. He closes his eyes and makes a groaning sound. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair. “I heard your friends say it earlier, but I didn’t believe it.”

  I think he’s upset but I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell.

  But then he leans forward, looks me in the eyes and I see no anger. Only hunger. He kisses me hard, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face closer to his. His eager tongue finds mine. We explore each other’s mouths, tasting, touching, breathing.

  He pulls away and crawls under the covers. I gasp as he rips away my panties, leaving me completely naked. His movements are so quick I hardly have time to register what’s happening until I feel his glorious tongue on my bare skin.

  I let out a loud moan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I feel the slippery softness of his tongue gliding across the sensitive skin of my pussy. Part of me is terrified. No one’s face has ever been down there before, and all kinds of frightening thoughts cross my mind. What if I didn’t wax well enough, what if I’m not clean enough, what if I’m too wet? My instinct is to be embarrassed, but the feelings he’s giving me far outweigh any impulse for me to tell him to stop.

  Fuck, it feels so good. My hips move involuntarily, humping his face. I want to see what he’s doing, so I throw the blanket off, exposing him and myself. His stormy eyes gaze up at me with pure lust as I watch his tongue swirl in slow circles around my clit. My whole body pulses. I feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm, but he moves slow enough to keep it at bay. Right now he’s giving me pure pleasure and seems in no hurry to make it stop.

  He sits up, his eyes never leaving my face. “Your tight pussy tastes so good.” He licks his lips for emphasis. “You think I could ever be with someone else after you?”

  I shrug.

  “You’re crazy if you believe that. I went for a walk after I left the club. My cock was so hard it was painful.” He laughs. “I’ve never felt blue balls like that before.”

  He hovers over me, his finger tracing the outer lips of my pussy. Then he finds my hole and slowly pushes it in. My hips lift off the bed and I grasp the sheets in tight fists.

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper as that insane feeling, the same one from the club, comes back. I feel the wetness spilling out of me. His finger slides in and out, a piston in a hotrod. Then he adds another and I’m positive I will combust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry. My brain is too dumb right now to think of anything else to say.

  “You like things in your little hole?” he asks.

  My voice is barely a whisper. I can hardly catch my breath. “I love it. I want more.”

  He groans and moves his finger more forcefully. Shit, I’m going to come soon. I can feel it building. I don’t want it to end, but I also don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. If only this feeling could last forever, I would be in heaven.

  “I can’t handle the fact that I’m going to be your first,” he says.

  Before I can respond, he wraps his lips around my clit and sends me through the roof. He cups his free hand over my mouth as my orgasm rips through me, causing me to scream.

  He chuckles. “Your friends might be drunk, but they’ll definitely hear your screams if you’re not careful.”

  I’m panting hard as I come down from the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. It never feels like that when I’m masturbating. It’s like he has some kind of magic and he’s able to control my body, bend it to his will, activate its every nerve.

  My body feels heavy and light, liquid and solid. My clit still pulses and cum pours out of me. How could I have gone through all of that and still want more?

  He leans over me. “Have you had enough?”
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br />   “Not even close,” I say and grab the back of his neck, bringing his face to mine. I kiss him, tasting and smelling my pussy on his lips.

  “Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom. I watch, amazed as he pulls his pants down and whips out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Granted, I’ve never seen the real thing in person, but I’ve watched some porn in my day. And Kain … well, he puts porn stars to shame.

  Holy shit, how the hell is that thing supposed to fit in me? I feel a slight tinge of panic as he rolls the condom onto that massive cock, and he seems to struggle with the fit.

  I’m mesmerized.

  He must see the look of fear on my face because he lays on top of me and runs his fingers through my hair. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. If you can’t handle it, tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”

  I nod, both scared and excited.

  He lines himself up at my opening. “Breathe,” he says.

  I let out the breath I’d been holding as he eases into me. As soon as the head is in, there’s resistance. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me passionately as he pushes past the barrier. I suck air through my teeth from the slight pain. But as soon as he’s buried deep within me, the pain is gone. I watch, enraptured as his cock pulls out and then disappears back inside my body. He sits back on his knees, pulling me toward him until my ass is in his lap. With his strong grip on my hips, he takes the training wheels off and starts to fuck me like he means it.

  My back arches, head swimming as this new feeling overwhelms all of my senses. There’s something almost painful about how deep he can go inside of me, and yet that pain is what’s causing my next orgasm to rush to the surface.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good,” I moan, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.

  “Your tight little pussy is going to make me come,” he says.

  He pulls out suddenly, leaving me with an empty feeling I hate.

  “Turn around,” he demands.

  At this point I’m no longer embarrassed to have my ass exposed to him. I want him so bad I’m willing to do anything he asks of me.