The Roommate Equation

“I’m ready to play,” I counter, and his eyes illuminate from my challenge. “Let’s see how many orgasms you can give me before your time is up.”

A smirk turns up the left corner of his mouth. I can see the wheels turning in his brilliant mind, estimating the number of orgasms he plans to give me. He studies me for a few more seconds, and then he kisses me again. But this time, it feels like he’s saying goodbye. Like the last time, when he kissed me in his dorm room before my world came crashing down on me.

Stop thinking about the past….

Dylan carries me to his bed with my legs still wrapped around his back. He moves between my spread thighs, his palms on the mattress. His muscular chest presses against mine, and I reach between us to flip open the buttons of his dress shirt.

Dylan shakes off his shirt, giving me the perfect view of his sculpted abdomen and the sexy V line that dips beneath his black boxer briefs. Compared to Dylan, I’m an out of shape couch potato. He has always cared about his body, from the food he consumes to the time he spends in the gym to look this way.

He slides off the bed and removes a condom from the nightstand. I stare up at him as he lowers his pants to the floor, kicking them off along with his boxers. I lean forward to wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling his smooth skin between my fingers.

He grunts, and I peek up at him, loving the sight of his wild blue irises as I stroke him.

“Take off your dress,” he orders.

I strip off my dress and throw it onto the floor.

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes lidded. “Take off your panties.”

Slowly, I inches my panties down to my ankles, and he whispers, “Fuck, baby.”

Dylan’s hand moves between my thighs. He teases my clit with his thumb, moving in slow, circular motions that make every nerve ending in my body come alive. My skin is on fire, heat coursing through my veins.

Dylan wets his lips as he takes in the sight of me. Staring at me like a hungry beast, he sinks to the floor in front of me, parting my legs with his strong hands.

He kisses his way up my thigh, burying his face between my legs. Dylan peeks up at me, his intense gaze sending a pang of pleasure throughout my body as his tongue connects with my aching clit. He massages me with his tongue, giving me lazy licks that drive me fucking insane.

His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue finally slips between my folds, my brain shuts down. I’m unable to move or think straight when he spreads me open with his fingers, my insides clenching around him as his tongue brings me to the point of convulsing.

I stare into his deep blue eyes, filled with hunger and passion, concentrating on finding my release as he manages to hit my sweet spot.

“Dylan,” I moan. “Yes… like that.”

Gripping Dylan’s dark hair in my hands, I hold him tight and scream his name. I communicate my feelings with each orgasm he rips from my body because they’re his to take. Dylan owns every last one of them.

He stops when I can’t take any more and glances up at me, his lips covered in my juices. He licks every bit from his lips before sucking his fingers clean. “You taste good…. but I’m not done with you.”

I release my grip on his hair and sink back. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I want more.”

He sucks on my nipple, taking it between his teeth and nibbling on it while massaging my other breast. Dylan kisses his way up my chest and to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my skin as he continues to navigate my body with his rough, calloused hands.

Dylan climbs into bed with me, moving between my legs. His long, hard cock digs into my thigh, and I reach between us to stroke his shaft.

He breathes against my lips, his eyes meeting mine. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Dylan cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth with his tongue. He’s rough and aggressive, and by the time our lips separate, I’m gasping for air but desperate for more. Dylan inches inside me, and a rush of heat rolls through my body. He grips my hips, and once we have a good rhythm going, he rolls us over in one fell swoop, our bodies still joined. Now, I’m on top of him, and his thrusts match mine. I press my palms to his chest, riding his cock until my orgasm shakes through me.

Dylan presses his lips to mine and holds onto me as his body shakes, each pulse of his cock sending me over the edge. After his body stops trembling, he slides me off him. I roll onto my side and curl up against his chest.