[MF] Got tired of edging myself [F] so I begged my roommate [M] to fuck me. PART 3 - Kitchen sex, he ate me out, and we’re FWBs now.

I woke up from the night of him sneaking into my room for the first time and fucking me, with him sleeping right beside me. I don't know if I've said this before but he's actually incredibly fucking hot. I've wanted to fuck him since I found out he was moving in, and the morning light made him even hotter.

I stared at him for a while until I just picked up my phone and scrolled for a few minutes. I read a few comments here and there and was reminded by a few people that establishing what we both wanted from each other was very important so I decided that I was going to do that when he woke up.

I forgot he fucking sleeps til the afternoon so I started my day. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to do work on my laptop in the living room because I didn't want to disturb him.

At around 1PM I made myself lunch, I ate it alone in the kitchen and waited for him to wake up still. He finally creeped out of my room after I finished the dishes.

"You're hot," he said, walking towards the kitchen to get water.

I laugh and said "wow good morning?"

He slapped my ass then grabbed it tight, I jumped and squealed. I forgot what getting slapped in the ass felt like.

"Can I fuck you here?" He asked, tapping the kitchen counter.

I didn't know what to say because OF COURSE I wanted him to fuck me anytime he wanted but I've also never done it in a fucking kitchen before.

I was silent for just a minute until he decided on his own, "I'll fuck you here."

He kissed my neck, grabbed the back of my head, and bent me over the kitchen counter. He grabbed my left wrist and held it on my back tightly.

"Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

Fuck I love it when he's aggressive.

I'm still silent, pretending to pull away and tug at my arm.

"I'll let go if you tell me to stop."

I still don't tell him to stop.

"Do you want me?"

I was sure this time, "yes please."

That was all it took for him to rip off my shorts and put his dick inside me. He held me down as he thrusted hard.

He squeezed my cheeks to face him while fucking and kissed me hard. It was sloppy, messier than last night. I could feel his aggression this time. He knew he owned me.

This one was for him, it wasn't to make me feel good but it was so he could make himself cum. I knew it and I loved it. I didn't care. My body was his and he knew it.

He came fast inside me, pulled my shorts back up, slapped my ass, and then went back to drinking his water.

I spent the entire day working in my room, while he worked/played in his. I missed him the whole time, sometimes I'd lightly touch myself through my shorts just to feel satisfied again.

By 9PM, I wanted him again. I wasn't going to be selfish, he could get whatever he wanted from me, but I wanted to feel good too.

I ordered food, texted him like I usually do, and he went out to eat at the table for once. Usually he'd get his serving and bring it to his room to eat but this time he actually ate in front of me.

He was playing footsies with me underneath the table so I played back. I'd let my foot slide back and forth between his ankle and his calf.

We were quiet but I could feel the tension in the room. It felt so hot for some reason. I just wanted to jump him somehow, but I wanted to respect the pasta.

Then I remembered a comment from my last post about establishing what we wanted.

"I need to ask you something, you can stop me at any time if it gets awkward or if it ruins the mood but I need to bring it up," I blurted out.

"Yeah go," he replied with food in his mouth.

"Are we friends with benefits, fuck buddies, or what do you want from this?"

I was scared for some reason, like he'd take that question badly and it'd ruin the fun. As if me asking would mean he would never want to fuck me ever again. I felt my heart pounding.

He pulled his foot away from mine.

"Are there differences?"

"I actually am not sure, I've never done this before. I've only either had one night stands or boyfriends. Mostly boyfriends."

"Which one do you want?" He asked.

"Me?"

"Which one would mean I'd still get to have you?" He asked again, and I felt a panic because he was so fucking gorgeous and I didn't know if I would say the right thing.

"Can you decide? I'm not good at this," I reply as fast as I could.

"Nahhhh you went into my room first, you tell me what you want."

"Okay. Fine. I'll be real. I don't know when this pandemic will end, and I don't think I'm fucking anyone else anytime soon. NOT that I'd want to. I want to have you as much as I could."

His foot met mine again.

"Friends with benefits means we can hang out too right?" He asked.

"I think so."

"What are the other options?"

"One where we fuck and pretend we don't the other hours of the day."

"I don't want that. I wanna know you're mine, all hours."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT BECAUSE YES I WANT TO BE HIS ALL HOURS OF THE DAY.

I calmed myself down, he extended his hand towards mine and brushed the top of my fingers with his. I was done eating, I didn't think I could finish, he was enough of a meal for me.

He spoke again, "How about, you figure out what you want from me for real? Because I know what I want from you for real. I want you mine, all the time."

 

"I want the same thing."

"So what do we call that?"

"We'll be friends with benefits until further notice?" I joke.

"Okay. Labels are for you. I know I have you and that's cool."

"I like being woken up with sex. I feel like you need to know that. You have my consent unless I say otherwise," I reassured him.

"Ok cool. Me too."

We ended the conversation there. He pulled his hand away and cleaned up the table.

"I'll play a game then I'll see you in a bit, you were good this morning, you deserve some too." He walked into his room and shut the door.

I showered then watched netflix for a few hours in the living room until around 11PM, he texted me saying "come here."

I went inside his room and sat on his bed, he stood up from his computer table, kneeled in front of me and spread my legs open.

"Lie down," he demanded.

I lied down as he pulled my shorts and underwear straight off. I felt my chest pounding. I liked not knowing what he was going to do. Holy shit I'm obsessed with him.

He pressed onto my clit lightly with his thumb and I JOLTED. I felt it all over my body oh my fucking god.

He held onto my stomach with his hand, I closed my eyes shut and grabbed onto the sheets because I could feel him breathing onto my pussy.

I felt warm air brush my pussy. And then after what felt like forever— I felt his soft, wet, gentle tongue touch the bottom of my clit. He pulled his tongue away, then did it again. He licked me softly a few times which made me squeeze every part of my body every single time.

He then circled his tongue around my clit which made me almost jump off, but he held onto my stomach tightly so I couldn't move.

I was heating up, I grabbed his hair and breathed in deeply. My eyes were closed shut because I wanted to feel EVERY part of what he was doing to me.

He started pulsing his tongue on my clit and HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. I SCREAMED. I begged him not to stop.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, with all the breathe I could release "PLEASE DON'T STOP. PLEASE. DON'T STOP DON'T STOP."

I kept breathing in and out, he didn't stop. He kept going. I felt all of it. I was going to explode. My pussy was tightening, my grip onto his hair was tightening, my asshole was tightening. Every part of my body was clenching itself because it knew before I could even comprehend that if he didn't stop, I was going to cum.

He kept pulsing his tongue onto my clit, I felt his warm breath on my pussy as I was dripping everywhere.

I breathed in, one deep breath, held onto everything I could, and exploded all over him. I made one loud exhale, I felt my heart pounding. ACTUALLY, every single part of my body pounding. I CAME ALL OVER HIS FACE.

He kissed the top of my clit, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and then slid me up from the edge of the bed to the pillow.

"I came," I exhaled softly.

He laughed the cutest laugh I've ever heard and said "I know, you deserve it."

I closed my eyes for a second, and then he lied down next to me.

"Do you want more?"

I couldn't move my legs, I felt like jelly. I don't think I've ever fully came because of a man like this before. I didn't even know if I could handle more. My clit felt so sensitive that just accidentally brushing it with my hand hurt.

He turned to face me, he pulled my face to him and he kissed me.

"Taste yourself," he said.

I kissed him more. I didn't know what it was about him but I just wanted more of him. The more he gave me the more I craved.

His arms made their way to my back and he held on to me tight while kissing me hard. I held him back.

We kissed for a few minutes, it felt almost as good as the sex.

While we were kissing, I reached for his dick and pulled it out of his boxers. He was hard, he's always hard.

I put my left leg on top of his and put his dick inside my wet pussy. I moved my hips around to feel him inside me, he thrusted at the same time.

We kissed, hugged, fucked, in that position for a while. I felt my legs drip with my own pussy juice. It was so messy between us but we couldn't pull away.

He started going faster, he pushed me over so he was on top of me and held me so tight while fucking me so fast.

"Cum inside me please," I screamed.

And he did, he exploded inside me, like he always does. I felt it all deep in me.

He didn't pull out so fast this time. He kissed me one last time then collapsed on top of me.

We stayed there in silence for a while, breathing together.

"I don't think I could do this," he said, while he was still inside me.

I panicked, my heart sunk, I didn't know what I did wrong. I wanted to ask him where I fucked up, but how do you do that when you obviously just made him cum so good that he hasn't even decided to pull out.

"You're too good. I don't think I could do this without getting addicted to you."

A large air of relief went over me. My body felt like it was floating.

He finally pulled out and then lied down beside me. We were both just staring at the ceiling in the darkness. His hand reached out for mine and our fingers intertwined. I could still feel my pussy dripping with cum.

"My room's right there. You can have me anytime," I reminded him.

"I'm lazy."

"What do you mean you're lazy?"

"Sleep in here with me so I can have you always."

"My room's bigger."

"Okay than I'll sleep in yours."

“Your stuff? Games?"

He stood up and pulled his boxers up so I pulled my shorts up too. He grabbed his laptop, his mouse, his charger, his headphones, everything with his left arm. Then he grabbed my hand with his right.

He dragged me to my own room and sat his stuff on my desk.

"There," he gestured at the table.

I sat on my bed and laughed, "we can literally fuck whenever you want, you don't have to sleep here."

"The problem is, even when I'm sleeping I want you."

He kissed me then we lied down together.

"We'll try this once," I told him.

"If it goes well, I'll have to make some calls," he joked.

"Calls?"

"My sister needs to know I'm fucking her hot best friend. She always told me never to fuck her friends. I wanna piss her off."

I laughed and then said, "okay but if she hates me, you owe me."

After that, we kissed and kissed until we both fell asleep in my bed.