Roommate Material

“Eliza had me fired,” I managed to blurt out between sobs. I was crying. I had been holding onto my tears so long that they escaped me without permission, violent and devastating.

And that was when Alex wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me into a tight hug. He rubbed his large, strong hands on my upper back and hummed in my ear.

“It’s okay,” he said, “let it out. It’s okay.”

I closed my eyes, resting my face on his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him as tightly as he held me. I could smell his warm, rich aftershave. It filled me with a sense of calm, the horrifying memories of the day melting away like they hadn’t happened at all. I hadn’t felt this safe in months. He let me cry, let me exhaust myself until I had nothing left to give. Once my sobs had subsided, he pulled away slightly to look at me. I ached to have him in my arms again, to have him pressed up against me. I stared at his face, eyes falling upon his supple lips. I so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“Tia?” he cooed.

“Were you for real?” I asked him, voice shaky and weak.

“About what?”

“That job offer you made me. Is that still on the table?”

“Of course,” he said adamantly. “Of course. I’ll set up a meeting with my father for you tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll give you the job on your credentials alone.”

And then I leaned in and kissed him. I held my breath, unsure how he was going to react. But then I was left delightfully surprised when he kissed me back. His lips were wonderfully soft against mine, the tip of his tongue flicking across my lower lip to tease me. His hold around my waist grew firmer, holding me flush against him. As he pried my lips open with his tongue, I ran my fingers through his hair and groaned into his mouth. Our tongues explored one another, slipping and sliding as we reveled in the taste of each other’s mouths. I pressed my body into his, trapping him against the back of the leather couch. An obvious and deliciously tempting firmness in the front of his pants spurred me on. I wanted nothing more than this.

I got down on my knees and made quick work of his jeans. Alex was breathing hard, lids half-closed and dark with lust. He combed my hair away from my face with his fingers, resting his hand on the back of my head as I hooked my fingers on the waistband of his black boxer briefs. I stopped momentarily, looking up at him in all his wonder.

“Is this okay?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Jesus,” he hissed. “Yes, this is okay. What makes you think it’s not–”

I didn’t let him finish. I pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing his massive, throbbing cock. Alex hissed as his hard member met the cool air. My arousal was undeniable. Alex was truly impressive, his length practically begging for contact. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, which was surrounded by a bed of dark hairs. I leaned forward, taking his tip in my mouth. The sound that escaped Alex’s throat was utterly sinful. He groaned as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head, stroking him with my hand simultaneously. He buried his fingers in my curly dark hair, watching me with fervor in his eyes.

I hollowed out my cheeks and began to suck, taking more and more of his cock as I continued to lick him all over with my tongue. Alex squirmed, both incredibly turned on and stunned from the stimulation.

“Your mouth feels amazing,” he groaned. “You like my dick in your mouth?”

I hummed in response, noticed the way Alex gasped my name like a prayer. I continued to work his hot member, relishing the sounds that I was able to draw out from him. I started to bob my head, taking more and more of him until I could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he praises me. “Tia, baby, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer if you keep this up.”

There was something about Alex calling me baby that drove me absolutely wild with desire. I sucked harder, stroked faster until Alex finally had to pull away to stop me. I looked up at him, bewildered. He offered out his hands and helped me to stand, pulling me into a bruising kiss that left me utterly breathless.

“Come here,” he said, taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom.

The setting sun streamed in through the crack in the bedroom window blinds. It painted the walls a rich, warm yellow and orange, casting silhouettes of our bodies against the walls. Alex was quick to undress me, damn near tearing the buttons off of my shirt as I pulled my pencil skirt down. He had stepped out of his jeans and underwear, and had flung his grey shirt to the floor. He continued to kiss me with a level of want and desperation I had never experienced before. He led me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed. Alex continued to push forward until he was on top of me, pinning me down with the weight of his warm body. He snaked his strong arms around me to unhook my bra before delicately pulling the garment off me.