It feels like hours pass as I wait, but I know it is minutes -- seconds, even. I am naked, my juices soaking my inner thighs, legs spread. Will doesn't immediately follow me into his room, giving me a chance to think. It's the first time I've been in his bedroom. He keeps everything simple, dark colors, blues, blacks, grays, an AC/DC poster on the wall, a shelf next to his desk, a ring light and camera for when he does his gaming streams.
"You listened. Good girl," Will says from the doorway, making me jump. "No, stay where you are. Exactly like that. Don't move," he says to stop me as I go to lift up so I can turn to look at him. I settle back down, fingers curling in his dark blue comforter. His hand strikes over my bare ass, making me shiver in anticipation. "So, toy, how long have you wanted me to fuck you?" He asks in a conversational tone.
I bite my lip for a second, hesitant to answer, but I know if I don't, there is a chance this all stops. "Since I moved in really. Since the first time I saw you shirtless."
He laughs and smacks my ass again, making me gasp. "It's been almost 6 months since then. You've...what? Just been laying in bed listening to me fucking all those women, wishing it was you?"
"Yes," I answer, breathless.
"These walls are thin. Tell me what you've heard on those nights." He spanks me again, and my toes curl in the carpet.
"I...I heard you fuck them. I heard them cumming and moaning your name."
"Details, toy."
I shiver. "I would hear the bed slamming into the wall, so hard sometimes I was afraid it would come crashing down. I would hear you spanking them sometimes. I could hear them sucking your cock when they were noisy, gagging and coughing." I remember the size of the bulge under my ass a few minutes ago; there would be no way around that gagging and choking if -- when his cock makes it to my mouth. "I heard you convince most of them to let you fuck their asses. I heard you call them slut and whore, and I heard them moaning like they liked it."
"Because they were sluts and whores, and they did like it," he says with a chuckle, clearly amused by my observations.
But now that I've got the words going, I don't know how to shut them off. "I heard them beg you for more, every time. Sometimes I heard more than one voice." I remember the first night I heard two women in there with him -- and the first time I heard both a man and a woman with him. Each time I rubbed my pussy until I came, biting my arm to keep from moaning and giving myself away.
"What can I say? When I find a shiny new toy, I like to show it off. And sharing is caring." He teases while bending over me. I can feel every inch of him, naked behind me. His huge cock slides between my legs, rubbing along the length of my pussy. I grind against him as he kisses my neck and shoulder.
"You are going to be a fun toy to play with," he says, raising back up, one hand gripping my hip, the other moving to tangle in my hair. "But this time is going to be fast and hard. Grab the bed and hold on tight." It is his only warning before I am suddenly filled with his cock. My mouth falls open and I let out a wordless groaning cry as every inch of my pussy stretches to accommodate him. True to his word, he doesn't pause, doesn't let me adjust, beginning a rough, bruising pace that I can't keep up with. My brain short circuits, and I am cumming within seconds. His grip in my hair tightens. "Yes, that's it, fucking cum for me." He groans going harder, faster, the bed shaking and hitting the wall. "I hope you're ready for me, slut." My pussy clenches around him tighter at the name. "See, you're just as much a slut as those other bitches, and you like it as much as they did." He laughs. "I'm going to cum, Michelle. I'm going to fill your fucking cunt."
"Oh my God!" I gasp and groan, pushing my ass back to meet every thrust. I push up onto my tip toes and arch my back, and his cock pushes even deeper into me, setting off another orgasm that steals my vision. There is a ringing in my ears, and when it fades, Will has stopped moving.
He smacks my ass one more time as he pulls out, then spreads my ass open. I hear a click from behind me and turn my head to see his phone out and aimed at my pussy. "What...?" I breathe, unable to form full sentences yet.
He turns the phone so I can see the picture of my pussy with his cum dripping out of it. "I like to keep pictures of my favorite toys," he teases as he pulls his jeans back on. There is a knock on the front door, and he grins. "You're not allowed to put on clothes, and you're not allowed to leave my room until I call you out." My eyes widen, and another wave of warmth rushes through me as he gives me orders. His tone says he expects each one to be followed without question. "Remember, slut. You're mine, now." He leans in and gives me a burning kiss that leaves me panting as he walks out of the room, shutting his door behind him.
I am left looking at the door, body a mess of sensation and heat and sweat and cum on his sheets. From the living room, I can hear him greeting Mark, the two of them laughing as they sit on the couch to play games.
"Damn man, it smells like sex in here," Mark says, loud enough for me to hear, and Will just laughs as I blush and bury my face in his pillows.
Fuck, I did it. I actually fucking did it. The thing I've been dreaming about for months. I just got fucked by my sexy roommate. No, not just fucked. Ruined. Because after this, I don't think sex with anyone else with cut it. My muscles are still shaking from the last orgasm.
I reach between my legs, my fingers running along my pussy. When I lift my hand again, our mixed cum clings to my fingers, and I groan quietly. I should probably go clean up...