My Pretentious Roommate

Chapter 7

We lay in bed for a bit, limbs entangled. Eventually, Peter crawls out of bed and pulls me with him to the shower. He warmed up the water and then coaxed me in, lathering me up with soap.

My head is leaning back, letting him take care of me. I'm in a daze- like I'm stuck in a dream and I'm sleep-walking around. If you asked me how my day would go 12 hours ago, I never would have expected this.

As Peter delicately washes my skin, he spins me around slowly and takes the washcloth to my back. His touch is electric. Everywhere he touches feels like it's lit on fire. My entire body is on fire.

Eventually, he moves to my ass, rubbing circles on each of my cheeks. Peter kisses my neck as he replaces the washcloth with his hand, continuing his groping. He runs his finger across my hole, sending a tingle up my spine. I sigh and lean my head back on his shoulder as he pulls me to him, his cock pushing against me.

He brings his mouth to my ear, nipping at my ear lobe with his perfect teeth before he growls, "Conner, I want you so bad". His words alone cause me to moan; and his hands running across my chest, pinching at my painfully erect nipples, makes my dick ache.

I grind myself back into him, his cock rubbing back and forth against my delicate hole. "I want you too," I say, looking up at him. His eyes are dark- like there's a fire lit behind them and the smoke is pouring out. I've never felt a desire like this before.

Peter kisses me, hard, like the air in my lungs is the only fuel he has to survive. And then he takes the hair at the base of my neck and starts to tug, pulling my head away from his. The delicious pain travels through my body like wildfire, making me almost numb.

"Bend over," he growls, pushing my head down into the water. I do as I'm told, grateful for the towel bar in front of me. I hear him spit into his hand, as he massages my ass with the other. "You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen."

I push it towards him in response. He takes his hand and runs a finger over my hole, sending chills through my body. "And it's all mine, isn't it?" He asks.

I moan but I suppose that wasn't enough of a response for him because he grabs my hair again, pulling my head up. "Isn't it?" He asks again.

"Yes!" I sigh like it's the easiest answer in the world. "Yes Peter, it's yours. It's all for you. Please touch me!" I groan. I'm so hard I can't think straight, I'm not even sure if I'm speaking proper English.

"Good boy," he praises, releasing my hair from his grasp. Then I feel his hands on my hips, and his body weight shifts to the ground. He kisses my left cheek and bites my right, causing a strangled groan to sneak out of my throat.

His hands are on my ass, prying my cheeks apart. And then my vision goes white as his tongue runs over my asshole. He starts slow, licking me delicately. Kissing my most private area. Running his fingers over my balls and grabbing at my cock.

His tongue firms as he starts to push inside, breaking past the muscle that is involuntarily trying to keep him out. If I could control it, my entire body would open up to him. I want him so badly.

He circles his tongue inside and spits before he inserts the first finger. My weight flies forward, not expecting it. "UGH BABY" I yell.

I can feel his smile radiate from behind me, but I don't have the mental ability to open my eyes and look back at him. He takes it slow, trying to let my ass get used to the intruding digits. He tries to keep adding more saliva by spitting and licking me, but it's pretty damn hard to stay lubricated in a shower.

He finally gets a second finger inside and I'm seeing stars. The pain is there, but there's a building pressure deep inside of me. I start trying to push back when it happens, he brushes against my prostate and I scream.

Peter stands up, kissing my neck with his fingers still inside of me. He sucking hard, certainly trying to leave a mark. I'm rocking myself back into him, moaning loudly without any thought of the undergraduate boys on the other side of these walls. He wraps his hand over my mouth and starts moving faster, fucking me with his fingers. I moan into his hand and he whispers, "If you stay quiet I'll touch your dick." I'm silent immediately, nodding my head.

His hand leaves my mouth and wraps around my cock, that's already dripping with precum. I'm so close I can taste the release.

"You wanna cum baby?" He asks, jacking my cock.

"Yes, Peter! Yes!" I cry, trying to fuck one hand with my ass and fuck the other hand with my dick.... To no avail.

And then he loses it. He's at lightning speed with both hands, hitting my prostate over and over again and jacking my cock hard. I groan, trying to bite my lip instead of screaming out loud. I can taste blood in my mouth as I try to contain myself.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me". He demands. And I obey.

I obey all over his hand and the shower wall. I obey until I have to lean against him because my legs are too shaky to stand. I obey until he has to towel me off and help me out of the shower and back to the bed.

I will obey this man forever and ever if I get to have orgasms like that....

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We wake up the next morning to an alarm going off on Peter's phone, which is halfway across the room in his pants' pocket from last night. We're tangled up together on his bed, which is extremely uncomfortable being that there's one pillow and two full-sized men trying to share a twin bed designed for children.

Peter rolls out of bed to find his phone and I groan and shove my face into his pillow. "His pillow, god it smells like him. I could stay right here with my face smashed into this pillow forever." I think to myself.

I guess Peter has other plans because he rips the sheets off of me.

"Do we have time for a quickie before class?" He suggests, grinning far too wide for 7am.

I groan in response and he trails his fingers around my back. His touch obviously wakes my dick up and causes some neural movement. I flip over, my dick poking up.

"Better idea, we just stay here all day and don't go to class."

He laughs and brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly.

20 minutes later we've both cum, me in his hand while he dug his tongue around my mouth and him down my throat. He dragged me out of bed and forced me to put on real clothes.

We both kind of stop as we reach our door, clearly thinking the same thing.

"What do we do?" He asks, looking over at me.

I think about it for a second, "Are we ready for the rest of the school to know we're together? Are we even together?"

I look at him and the way he's looking at me, like I'm the prized pig or the winning whatever, and I just don't care. I don't give a flying fuck as long as he keeps looking at me like that.

I wrap my hands around his neck, resting on the top of his backpack. "I don't care if you don't care." He grins and kisses me fiercely. Like I just promised him the moon and stars. He gives me a final squeeze of my ass and then takes my hand, and off we go.

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When we walk into class, hand-in-hand, Professor Ingram eyes us curiously, but nobody else seems to notice or doesn't seem to care.

All through class, I can't concentrate on a damn thing because I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. It takes everything in me not to turn around and ogle him the entire time.

Halfway through, I get a ping on my computer. Peter texted me.

"I miss you"

"I'm less than a foot in front of you."

I hear him chuckle under his breath. "I miss your ass. What are you doing today?"

"Whatever you want" I respond. God, why did we even come to class??

"I want you underneath me all day." My dick pulses.

"Yes sir" I swear I can feel him smile.

"I want to fuck that pretty ass of yours." My pants are suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

"It's all yours.... now I have a boner."

He sends back a smiley face.

The next hour feels like ten years and I have to concentrate extremely hard on Professor Ingram to try and get my erection to go down before we leave.

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We finally make it back to our room and Peter pushes me up against the door, we're both still wearing our bags. His hot tongue finds mine and I groan into the kiss.

He steps back, throwing his bag on the ground. "Take your clothes off."

I gulp, and willingly comply. I take off my backpack and pull my t-shirt over my head, never breaking eye contact with him. He's standing in the middle of the room taking me in. I've never felt like I had an especially hot body, but the way he's looking at me is like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

I kick off my shoes and pull down my sweatpants, leaving me in just my boxers.

"Off." He demands. I nod.

I pull down my boxers and my semi-hard dick pops out.

Peter walks towards me and stands behind me, stroking both my arms with his fingers. I shutter. I feel very exposed, standing in my dorm room in the middle of the day with my dick out with a fully dressed man.

He kisses my neck and I tilt my head back and forth, giving him access to whatever he wants. His mouth is at my ear when he growls, "There are so many filthy things that I want to do to you." I whimper and I swear a drop of precum oozes out at that moment.

I turn around and try to grab his bulge but he swats my hand away. "I didn't say that you could touch." I look up at him with pleading eyes. "Get on your knees." I do. "Take off my pants." I pull his joggers down and help him step out of them, leaving him in his boxers which are tented by his rock-hard cock. "Ask for you what you want, Conner," He insists, like a teacher instructing a toddler.

"Peter, please let me suck your cock." I beg, stroking his perfectly toned calves.

He runs his fingers through my hair, bringing my face to his bulge. I inhale his scent and moan. "Please, I need to taste you," I whimper.

"Okay pet, you may suck me off."

I peel off his boxers and his gorgeous cock pops out, hitting me in the face. I gasp because I still can't get over how perfect it is. Hairless, with a perfectly round and pink head that I just need to have in my mouth. I grasp the base of his dick with my hand and tentatively lick the tip, looking up at him for approval.

He takes in a breath, pulling my head in. "Yesssss," he moans.

I lick further down his cock, tasting every vein and bit of him. I lick his balls, also hairless and perfect. I'm so entranced by his dick that I'm almost startled when he starts to pull my hair away from him.

"Stop. Teasing. Me." He snarls, eyes fiercely glaring down at me.

"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help myself." I reply as he pushes my head back towards him. I lick his cock from the base to the tip with the full width of my tongue and then begin to swallow him.

I take him bit by bit, but not slowly. Wet and slobbery, just as he likes it. I use my hand to twist around the base of his cock and he's groaning gutturally now.

I pull away to take a breath and he brushes my hair away from my face before taking my head in both hands. I swallow him whole, and I bob my head back and forth, feeling him in the back of my throat. I'm entirely focused on not gagging as I let him throat fuck me.

Tears are spilling down my face but the burning feeling in my chest is like a drug. I'm addicted to the sounds spilling out of his mouth as he thrusts his delicious cock into my face. The small groans and sighs that he can't contain. The way his ass tightens under my hands.

And more than anything, the feeling of his warm cum in the back of my throat.

He pulls me up to him and kisses me, I know he can taste himself in my mouth, and I like sharing it.

"God, baby that was good." He sighs into my mouth. "I've been so hard all day watching you. I had to cum first so that I can make this good for you," he says grabbing my ass hard. I grind up against him, my dick leaking profusely.

"You could do literally anything to me and it would be good for me." I say, leaning back and taking him in. God he is beautiful.

Peter grins and nips at my jaw, making me laugh. He goes to dig through a drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. I'm lightly jacking my cock when he turns around and his face falls.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE" he bellows, pulling my arm away from my dick. I laugh and he pushes me down onto the bed. "What, you think I can't make you cum? You'd rather get yourself off?" He taunts, hovering over me as I sit on the edge of the bed.

I reach my arms around his waist and pull him to me, "Baby, you could make me cum just staring at me." Which is honestly probably true. He still doesn't look pleased so I add: "But I've learned my lesson".

"Good boy," he says, grabbing my jaw. "Now bend over for me."

My face goes red and he senses it, running his fingers through my hair as if to tell me it's okay that him saying that made my body ache. I flip over, on all fours, exposing myself to him. He runs a hand over my ass, squeezing it, caressing it. And then it's gone and he slaps it hard.

I yelp, mostly in surprise. He does it again and this time it stings. And I fucking love it. He pulls my hair forcing me to look at him. "This'll teach you not to disrespect me like that again. Nobody can make you cum like I do. Not even yourself." He growls. My whole body is on fire.

"Yes sir. Only you. I only want you." I plead. He releases my head only to slap my ass again harder. And again and again. I flop onto my chest, unable to hold myself up. I'm damn near crying, I'm so turned on.

Peter strokes my tingling ass, soothing the pain, and he dives into my hole with his tongue.

It's glorious. All of my nerve endings are in ecstasy. He pushes in and circles my hole, and then laps outside over and over again. My face is smooshed into a pillow and I'm blabbering incoherently.

I'm startled again when I feel a cold, lubed-up finger rub the outside of my hole. I pull myself up on my hands again and stare back at him. He has one hand on the square of my back, holding me steady, while he breaches my ass with the other.

"Peter... it feels so good," I gush and he grins. He leans forward and captures my lips in a deep kiss, working a second and third finger into me. His fingers brush against my prostate and my cock is dripping with precum. He bites my neck and I whine, "Peter, please fuck me."

"Ask again. Beg for it." He growls into my ear, tapping against my prostate again.

"PETER FUCK! I need your cock inside of me! PLEASE!" I'm panting as a grind myself into his hand, desperate for more.

His hand is gone and I feel him squeeze more lube onto my hole. I look back and he's rolling a condom onto his gorgeous dick and coating it with lube.

He kisses my ass once more before grabbing my hips and flipping me over so that I'm on my back, staring at him. I'm a sweaty, bright red mess. He leans forward and licks the precum off of my belly and I run my fingers through his hair, groaning. I can't take it any longer. I lift my legs up and offer myself to him.

Finally, I feel the head of his cock brush up against my hole. My breath catches and Peter notices, stroking my dick lazily. "I've got you, baby."

Slowly, his bulbous head pushes through the first round of muscle. A deep groan escapes from inside me as I try to push out in order to let him in. He moves painfully slowly. Creeping inside of me centimeter by centimeter. The whole time his eyes never leave mine.

I'm grabbing his hips like a lifeline at first and then trying to pull him further into me. His back is slick with sweat and his face is strained with concentration. He bottoms out inside of me but refuses to move. I whimper under him and he drops his face to my ear.

"Stop looking at me like that..... It is taking every ounce of self-control I have not to wreck your beautiful ass right now."

I turn my face to his and kiss him softly. His tongue dances with mine and we melt into each other, somehow even more than we already were. My ass doesn't hurt anymore, and Peter must finally believe that I'm ready because he starts to pull himself back and forth, slowly.

My eyes roll back into my head as he hits my prostate with the head of his cock for the first time. Peter grabs at my face, "God you look so good," he murmurs. I moan in reply.

Suddenly, Peter pulls out of me and my eyes widen in anger. "Flip over," he demands. Of course I do exactly as he instructs and flip onto all fours, thrusting my gaping hole back at him. "Look at you, addicted to my cock already, aren't you?" He asks, grabbing my ass.

"Yes baby... yes sir...please fuck me," I cry. I'm so desperate for him that I would do anything to cum.

He squirts a little more lube on my waiting hole and then pushes himself into me in one thrust. I scream as he impales me. He pulls himself back out and does it over again. By now I'm a constant stream of wails, practically in tears.

He runs his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back hard, continuing to thrust into me. "Are you ready to cum?" He growls.

"YES YES PLEASE"

And then my vision goes white because Peter is fucking me with such reckless abandon. I swear I fully disassociate from my body and see myself getting absolutely pounded into the mattress by this Adonias of a man.

His cock hits my spot over and over again and his grunts are so loud in my ear. He wraps his arms around my chest and pulls my torso up towards him and as soon as he hits my prostate from that angle my cock starts to spurt white hot cum all over the bed.

He pushes me back down, onto my face, directly into the puddle of cum, and yanks himself out of me and disposes of the condom just in time to cum all over my back. I can feel the warmth on my skin spread deep in my chest.

His body collapses on top of mine and we lay like this until long after the cum dries. I'm not sure I will ever be able to move again. I'm not sure that I want to.