The Roommate

XXXVI: Think This Bed Can Take It?

Blake

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Blake moaned, fingers tangled in Liam's hair.

Most thoughts of anything other than Liam's tongue on her asshole and the bridge of his nose rubbing against her lips had fled Blake's head long ago. It took all her remaining brain power to keep from digging her fingernails into Liam's scalp so hard that he bled as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck," she breathed, eyes squeezed shut, "Please. Keep going. Please, Liam."

Blake's eyes fluttered open as she thought she heard something from Liam, and she glanced down past her breasts, stomach, and mound to his eyes. They were closed, giving him an almost peaceful look, at first. After a few seconds, however, as though he knew she was looking at him, his beautiful blue eyes opened and captured her gaze. The way Liam's eyes sparkled and smoldered as he looked at her sent a wonderful, comforting warmth through Blake, and she smiled down at him, cupping his head in her hands for a moment rather than clutching it as she rode his face.

Then his eyes twinkled, and before Blake could wonder at what that meant, she felt Liam's tongue spread her ass and thrust deep inside her.

It wasn't as purely pleasurable it would have been with her pussy, but it was just so fucking

hot

. Blake had already worked herself up a

lot

eating Liam's ass earlier, and though Liam had yet to touch her clit, or her g-spot, or stretch out her pussy with his cock, she was so

fucking

close.

The pre-orgasmic fog that permeated her mind gave rise to a devious way to make herself get off even sooner, and Blake moved her hands from Liam's head to the railing behind his pillow. She angled her hips just right, and started to grind over his face.

A muffled moan from Liam as his hands gripped her ass

tight

told her that it was definitely the right move. His tongue was a bit less precise in getting her asshole, but with every circle of her hips, Blake brushed her clit against the bridge of Liam's nose.

Yes. So. Fucking. Close.

She moved her hips faster. And faster. And—

Blake yelped, tightening her grip on the railing and her thighs around Liam's head as his bed shook. It Was a little violent at first, then just wobbled a bit more than she was comfortable with.

A muffled groan and Liam's repeated tapping against her ass made Blake remember where she was and what she'd been doing, and she half-jumped back off Liam's face so that she straddled his chest, worried she'd squeezed too hard or nearly suffocated him.

She looked down, taking his face in her hands—

Only to find him laughing.

Blake's indignation mixed with her arousal and the lingering worry that the bed would collapse in a way that almost made her head hurt.

"The fuck do you think is so funny?"

Liam grinned up at her, pulling his arms out from where she'd trapped them with her legs to rest his hands on her thighs.

Fuck, he looks incredible.

His hair was a mess, his eyes sparkled, and his nose and mouth shone with a mixture of his spit and her juices.

Her pussy clenched at the sight, still hungry for an orgasm.

"You're definitely not used to a lofted bed," he said, laughter still coloring his voice, "We're close enough to the commuter rail that the beds usually shake when it goes by. You also--"

He cut off, and somehow blushed despite the position and wetness of his face.

Blake arched an eyebrow, "I also?"

His blush deepened, "You also just 'death by snu-snu'd' me."

Blake's jaw dropped, lips forming a wide "O" in mock surprise as she tried to contain her laughter. She grabbed the rail again and used it to move herself back into position over his face, "You never told me you were

that

kind of perv, Liam."

Liam just grinned, and Blake laughed as she shifted to lean down and kiss him, licking her juices off his nose and lips.

"I've told you that's really hot when you do that, right?" Liam said, voice thick.

Blake pulled back enough to meet his eyes as she smiled down at him, "You mean when I lick my own pussy juice off your face?"

He swallowed, "Yeah. That."

Blake peered at Liam for a moment, wondering about something she'd been mulling over for a while.

Liam raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"

Blake thought a moment longer, then decided to go for it.

"I think I want to make you into my slut."

Liam blinked, brows knitting together, "Huh?"

Blake felt her cheeks grow hot, "That came out wrong. Well...not entirely. I--"

She took a deep breath.

"I want to turn you into the good version of my slut," she said, a bit slower this time, "I know that guys are kind of conditioned to do the opposite of this, or its seen as sleazy if you do, but..."

Blake shifted again, settling down on top of Liam so that she could rest her chin on his chest. She tried to ignore how big and fucking hard his cock felt trapped beneath her stomach and his.

"You already do a good job of it for the most part," she continued, "But I want you to be

really

open with me. With anything going on between us, of course, but especially sex. If you want something, or

really

like something that I'm doing or that I did or that we did, or if you're curious about me doing something to you or something you want to do to me, I want you to tell me."

Liam gazed at her for a moment, eyes unreadable, then nodded, smiling, "Okay. I'll try my best."

Blake grinned, "Really?"

Liam nodded again, then raised an eyebrow, "You're just looking for things to tease and torture me with, aren't you?"

Blake cackled, "Maybe. But we could also find some fun ways of you fucking me halfway into a coma that we haven't tried yet."

"I think I can get on board with that."

Blake gasped as Liam's cock twitched against her abs. She looked down to where her chest squished against his, then back to his eyes. They smoldered with the same need she felt.

"Speaking of fucking me into a coma," Blake said, "I still haven't cum yet."

Liam grinned.

"Think this bed can take it?" she asked.

Liam laughed, then pushed himself up with one hand, tangling the fingers of the other in her hair, "I hope so. Because I really want to cum, too."

Blake smiled as she pulled his lips to hers.

"I want you to fuck me so hard you get a noise complaint."

Liam laughed, and she pushed him out of the way.

"You're on top. I don't trust me riding you on this thing."

Liam smacked her ass as she got down on her hands and knees in the center of the lofted bed, trying to ignore how it wobbled. The smack helped, making her shiver at the impact.

She gasped when his fingers slid against her soaked lips, then slipped into her folds.

"Fuck, you're wet."

Blake shivered again at the thickness in his voice, "Just--"

She couldn't even finish telling him to fuck her before his cock spread her lips, stretching her and hitting the back of her pussy as he thrust all the way to the base in the first stroke.

Blake's vision swam, and she knew it wouldn't be long till she came.

And that will just be the first of many.

A/N: What do you think about Blake's request? Do you think Liam has it in him to be that open and uninhibited with her?