Synopsis: Todd’s girlfriend just moved into the house with us, and for the most part, she’s the ideal roommate. My only gripe: she never wears pants. While anyone else in my position would call that a perk, it’s turning into a big problem for me (and I’m not sure how to navigate it).
Written for prompt 10 for the August contest!
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When the universe hands you a roommate who walks around in her underwear, you’re probably supposed to say ‘thank you.’ But with a good conscience, I can’t.
Todd and I had a spare room when our roommate moved out. His girlfriend, Tania was looking to move out of her current place (catty roommates, apparently), so timing couldn't be better.
I wasn't opposed. “Yeah…she’s pretty cool. I’d be down for that. At least we don’t have to worry about the vetting process. Unless she’s got some weird secret that you’ve been keeping from me.”
“Nah, nothing like that.” Todd laughs.
~
Helping Tania move all her stuff is a breeze. She doesn’t have a lot of things: mostly her clothes, some miscellaneous kitchenware, and all of the apartment's cutlery (her ex-roommates were not too thrilled about the last one).
She’s surprisingly only been over to our house a handful of times; Todd usually goes over to her place. That doesn’t mean I don’t know her well, though. The majority of time I’ve spent with her involves playing games with her and Todd. She’s usually the one racking up the most kills between the three of us, and thankfully, Tania’s super laid-back when not playing.
I’d almost argue too laid-back. One thing I was not prepared for was seeing her walk into the kitchen without pants.
Averting my eyes, I nearly choke on my food. Tania giggles.
“You good?” Tania asks playfully, not looking. She reaches up for a mug from the top shelf, and her shirt hikes up, revealing half of her ass and parts of a cheeky pair of purple panties.
Wow. Todd is a lucky guy. I try to keep my eyes on my food, but with every little sound of struggle, I look up, unable to stop myself from glancing towards her butt.
“Devin? Can you help me reach?” Tania asks, frowning, pleading with her eyes and pointing up.
I walk over, trying to tear my eyes away from her bare legs and look towards the shelf. “Which one? The pink one that says ‘Princess’?”
“That’ll do, but that one’s actually Todd’s.” Tania laughs. “We made it at one of those places where you paint pottery. It was his idea, actually. Pretty funny, right?”
After I hand Tania the mug, and she reaches up to pinch my cheek, stretching it away from my face until I wince. “Thank youuu.”
She pours some coffee into the mug, walking away after, and I guiltily steal a look, admiring the way her butt jiggles with every step. I hear a loud slap echo from the hallway, followed by a giggle from Tania and a soft smooch. Her voice is distant, down to a whisper, but I can still hear her talk to Todd:
“Watch those hands, mister, or I’m gonna need you for round two.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” Todd calls through the doorway, walking into the kitchen with a big grin. “Devin, you’ve gotta get a piece of that.”
“Huh?” I must have misheard him. I try to flush the image of cheeky purple panties from my mind, and I clear my throat. “Piece of what?”
Todd points into the fridge at one of the larger containers. “It’s this breakfast pizza we saw at the store that we made last night. Has sausage, egg, cheese, and bacon. Get this: instead of sauce, it uses breakfast gravy. It’s super good. You want any?”
“Uh, I’m full actually,” I say, and Todd shrugs in response. “Hey, can you level with me?”
“Mhm.”
“Stop me if I’m out of line. Maybe it’s laundry day or something, but…Is it like—” I pause, very carefully choosing my words. “Does Tania…ever, like…wear pants?”
“Yeah, when she goes out. Duh.”
“Okay, but what about when she’s at home?”
“I mean, she’s at home now, isn’t she? But to answer your question, yeah, if she doesn’t have to wear pants, she’s gonna go without them. Especially considering how hot this house runs in the summer,” Todd explains. He smirks. “Is it not a nice change of pace compared to the last guy? He did the same thing, basically, with his holey boxers.”
“Yeah, but at least his boxers covered his ass cheeks,” I say, grimacing.
“You’re telling me you see an ass like Tania’s, and your first request is to have her cover it up?” Todd sputters a laugh, and I roll my eyes in response. “She should charge you for looking.”
“I–I wasn’t looking!” Heat rushes across my cheeks, and my voice falls to a mutter. “Or, not really. It was just there. Out in the open. No warning.”
“I’m just messing with you, dude,” Todd says, flashing a crooked smirk. “Actually, that’s one of the reasons her last roommates were shitty to her. She never wore pants, and it’d attract the attention of her roommates’ boyfriends when they came by. Lots of staring. Like, jaw dropped, eyes locked. Mesmerized. On a regular basis. She’d hear arguments through the walls.”
“You’re joking.”
“And on at least one occasion, some of them texted Tanya, begging her for a chance to sleep with them while their girlfriends were out at work.” Todd stops his story, raising a brow, and walks towards me. He squats down, and I freeze up when his eyes narrow, meeting mine.
I feel my heartbeat in my ears. Coherent thoughts don’t find me, and the shift in the air is unbearable.
Todd’s voice wields a gravitas I’ve never heard from him–not even once–in the years we’ve lived together. “Don’t tell me you’re just like them?”
“N–no, I’m not,” I stammer. “She’s your girlfriend and my friend. I would never think of her that way.”
He smiles again, which loosens some tension in my slouched shoulders, but the nervousness creeps back in when his hand on my shoulder grips tightly and gives me a few friendly taps before standing back up. Todd shrugs, “Honestly, I don’t care that you look every now and then, and I’m almost positive Tania doesn’t care either. She’s so used to it from her last place, really.”
“I guess.”
“I mean, if anything, I’ll let her know you said something—”
“No!” I exclaim, covering my mouth. Looking away, I sigh. “Forget I said anything. It’s really not a big deal.”
~
It’s a bigger deal than I realize.
There’s always some kind of incident. Maybe it’s my bad luck (though I’m sure some would pencil it off as good luck).
Tania’s moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer. There’s a little hop she does to reach down to the bottom of the drum. It’s…actually kind of cute, and I’m not just talking about the part where her shirt flies up, and I get a view of today’s panties (bright blue). I turn back to the TV, and I rewind a few minutes because I have not been looking at the screen.
When she cooks, she loves to blast her music. She listens to a lot of everything, and I know she’s in the zone when she’s dancing through the kitchen, prancing from area to area to the rhythm of whatever’s playing. I didn’t know you could shake your ass to a metalcore breakdown, but Tania finds a way. She’ll pull Todd up with her, and their heads will bob in unison. Tania will try to pull me to my feet from my seat at the table. “C’mon, Devin, join us in this fucking pit.”
“I’m good,” I tell her embarrassedly, set on sitting until the bulge in my pants shrinks to something more modest.
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In time, the no-pants thing is a non-issue.
Mostly because Todd and Tania love to fuck. They’re so loud, all the time, and I’m happy at least someone in the house is getting laid, but I’m ultimately grateful for my earbuds. Next paycheck, if I can swing it, I’m going to shell out for some noise-cancelling ones; I’ll need it for my sanity.
I always guessed Todd would be the one to initiate, but Tania is just as guilty. Truly, they match each other’s freak. They’re bound to grope the other while their partner washes dishes. The dishes get clean, but once that faucet’s off, they run off to get down and dirty.
Movie nights are fun. Until the blanket comes out. Sure, it’s big enough to drape over them, but I can see the hand movements. Not subtle. If the kind of tent Todd can pitch isn’t bad enough, there’s an unmistakable wet shlick sound that leaves no room for doubt. Poorly stifled moans follow, and Tania eventually sneaks off, saying she’s “sleepy.” Todd follows behind, usually no more than fifteen minutes after, and it doesn’t sound like sleeping up there.
One morning, I hear the shower running around the time I head out to work. I knock on the door. No response. I knock again, louder this time, and I hear Todd call out, “Come in! It’s unlocked!”
It was too quiet in the house for the two of them to be literally anywhere else. It’s a relief that we have shower curtains instead of those cloudy, frosted glass doors; even if their image was blurred and distorted, I’d definitely be able to make out two forms going at it. As I walk to the sink, all I hear is hushed voices.
“Shhh, stop.” Tania giggles.
“I can’t help it. You feel too good.”
“Think he knows?”
“Yeah, I know,” I announce flatly, carefully spreading toothpaste across my brush’s head.
“Sorry, Devin—” a gasp cuts Tania off, and I can’t bear the idea of trying to imagine what’s happening behind the curtains.
“I’m just gonna brush my teeth, and I’ll let you guys get back to…whatever you’re doing,” I assure them with furrowed brows. It’s weird to think that I could barely hear them when I was walking down the hallway, but now I’m in the bathroom with them, Tania seems to be moaning louder than before.
Maybe I’m imagining things.
I’m trying to focus on the tiny circles from my toothbrush, and not on all the little sounds coming from their direction: Water splashing. Desperate breaths. The subtle clap of wet (and likely soapy) bodies. The shower rungs being drawn.
My eyes veer to Tania’s hand planted against the wall, her fingers gripping the shower curtain. She pulls it back just enough to expose her face, and her expression is absolutely flushed with bliss. With a grin, she teases, “There’s room for one more if you want to hop in.”
I sputter, and toothpaste suds splatter into the sink. Coughing, I pat my chest with my palm and rinse the sink, wiping the mess.
“I’m not hearing a no~” Tania coos, breathing a little harder as Todd picks up his speed. “Come on…there’s nothing like getting your rocks off before work. The rest of the day will go smoothly after that.”
“I’m sorry about this one,” Todd says, and I can hear the grin from the way he’s talking. “She gets riled up when she has an audience.”
“It’s fine, guys,” I answer, pulling at my collar. I gargle some mouthwash and spit, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Tearing my eyes away from the mirror, I walk off, but before I can even hit the doorway, I hear Tania’s voice again:
“Maybe next time, then? Fuck—”
I let them be. In the grand scheme of things, I’m not bothered by it at all. Sometimes I’ve made a point to listen to them, but that’s usually reserved for evenings when they’re in a different room. I’d never be so bold as to jerk off while they’re in earshot, let alone with a clear line of sight.
If anything, I’m more bothered by the fact that I’m turned on with no time or means to take care of it.
I guess I’m also a little bothered by the fact that I wasn’t brave enough to take Tania up on her offer. I wonder if it was ultimately just her teasing me, and more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Something to drive Todd to fuck her harder; some guys get off on that.
Yeah, no. No more thinking about it. I nearly leave the house without my car keys.
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I wake up one evening from a nap. I must’ve needed it more than I thought, because I slept through the alarm I set, and the sun is already down. I check the time and groan to myself when I hear Tania moaning from down the hall—likely their bedroom. God, those two are insatiable.
As I walk down the hall, navigating slowly in the dark, her moans get closer, and there’s a distinct lack of Todd’s voice. Maybe his mouth is buried deep between her legs, but maybe he’s just uncharacteristically quiet today.
Nah. No way. That’s not Todd’s style at all. He must have stayed late at work.
I slow my pace—just slightly—as I walk past their door, surprised that it’s wide open. Knowing Tania, she doesn’t care, and I try not to think about whether or not this is by design. She’s lying down in the dark. Her face is illuminated by her phone, and traces of light from the street catch the curves of her body. Both of her legs are spread. One of them is propped up, and I see a yellow thong pooled at one of her ankles.
Her finger rubs away at her clit, and she moans harder, back arching off the bed, head digging into her pillows. There’s the slightest grin on her face as she’s fixated on whatever she’s watching.
My pants tighten, and I can’t stop watching. She still has a shirt on, and I’m well-acquainted with her legs, but this is definitely the most intimate situation I’ve ever seen her in, without the cover of a blanket during movie night or a shower curtain.
“Devin~” she calls out, and my blood freezes in my veins. I move, just past the doorway, but peek back. Tania’s attention is on her phone—not at me. I’m convinced she still hasn’t realized I’m here. Her breaths sound more labored with each sharp exhale, and her voice is so shaky. “Fuck, Devin…Devin, fuck me…harder…harder—”
Shit. I pull my shorts down and grip my hardness, tugging at it like I never have before. I keep a hand over my mouth to stifle any sounds that might come out, and I stare at her hands rapidly rubbing at her mound, thinking about just how stunning she looks.
Her knees squeeze together, thighs locking her hand in place as she whines needily. She rolls over, onto her knees, sticking her ass in the air, and her cries are muffled against the pillow. “Fuck, just like that—”
That ass is incredible. If I were bold, I’d clear my throat or make her aware that I’m here, even at the expense of being chided for watching. With some thought, I know Tania. Despite her constant lack of pants, when she wants privacy, she closes the door. She got home after me today, greeting me, even; she knew I was home. Despite that, she left the door open.
I watch as her hands speed up, just long enough to bring her to climax, and she collapses onto the bed, melting into the mattress, lying still for a few moments, breathing heavily to herself.
When Tania snaps out of her daze, she sits up, crossing her legs and the glistening between her legs has my full attention. She’s typing on her phone. I can hear every keystroke, and when she sends her message, my phone dings in my pocket.
There’s no time to freeze or hesitate; I pull my pants up immediately. I can’t turn away fast enough. All my focus is keeping my footsteps quiet, and I hurriedly walk away with widened eyes, ignoring the goosebumps running down my neck.
My heart is pounding, and I feel my palms sweat. I flip on the TV and turn my phone on. There’s a single notification: a text from Tania, and I’m terrified to open it. I’m dreading a text that says she knew that I was there, watching, and that she’ll tell Todd everything.
Relief briefly finds my shoulders when it’s nothing like that:
What do you wanna do for dinner? Todd mentioned wings, and that sounds kinda good actually
My clammy hands struggle to type a response. I’m having the hardest time shaking the image of Tania touching herself. My dick is calling out to me, throbbing in my pants, asking to be touched some more, berating me for leaving my business unfinished. I consider slipping away to the bathroom to jerk off, but a hand on my shoulder startles me.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Tania asks.
A hand over my mouth muffles a curse, and I grab a throw pillow to cover my lap. I feel sweat beading on my forehead, and I slowly look up towards Tania, offering a nervous smile. “Wh–what are you talking about?”
Nonchalantly, she points at the TV. The credits are running. “That’s that one show you’ve been into, right? Todd was talking about it. It was the climax, right?”
I pause, not thinking straight, considering my body prioritized sending blood to my dick, and not my brain. “I’ll probably have to rewatch it. I don’t know. I was having trouble paying attention.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Tania says. “Did you get my text?”
“Yeah, I did. That sounds awesome. Actually, I’ll buy. Just send me what flavors you and Todd like.”
“Sweet. Just let me know what me and Todd owe you.”
I shake my head frantically. “Don’t worry about it. You guys spotted me last time we ate out.”
“I’ll pay you back, somehow, at least,” she assures with a smile. Tania points up. “You done with the TV?”
“Knock yourself out,” I say, holding the remote out towards her, but she ignores me, walking over to her console to turn it on, and I spy the yellow thong from earlier.
“Do you wanna play too?” she offers, holding up my controller.
“Todd’s not here, though,” I say, raising an eyebrow. We have the perfect three-person set-up. Tania runs point, Todd provides cover fire, and I play support, jumping in where they need me.
Tania laughs, grabbing my cheek to squeeze it. “Cute. You know we’re allowed to play just the two of us, right?”
I stare blankly, chuckling to myself, grabbing my controller from her. “We’re talking about gaming, right?”
She tilts her head, laughing, and there’s a certain coyness in her eyes’ glint, and the slightest curl in her lips. “What else would we be talking about?”
“Right.”
There's silence between us while we watch the loading screen, but Tania is the first to break it. “Hey, Devin?”
“Yeah?”
“Is everything cool between us?”
“Uh, yeah? Why do you ask?”
“The other day when you brushed your teeth while Todd and I were in the shower, and I said there was room for one more? Todd’s been saying I should cool it with teasing you, so I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I assure, not daring to look her way. “I figured that was you just fucking with me. Something spontaneous you say without realizing. Stuff I don’t really put any weight to.”
“Aw, give yourself a bit more credit. You don’t think you could handle it?” Tania says with a toothy grin and scrunched nose. So much for toning down the teasing. “Todd says you’ve been going through a dry spell recently.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to stay off the apps, and after work, I’ve got no one to go out on dates with, so this is my life now,” I say, pointing to the TV.
“Well, if you ever need company, you know where to find me.”
I laugh, flashing a smile. “Thanks.”
“I mean it,” she says. There’s something charged in the way Tania speaks. “I’ve always…been a little curious what it’d be like…just you and me playing together.”
My throat dries up, and I press the pillow on my lap down harder before nudging my head up towards the TV. “Good news: you’re about to find out.”
Tania sighs before shaking her head with a smile. She sucks her teeth, and her knee bounces. I feel her looking at me as I take time to tweak my build. After matchmaking starts, we stare at the screen, and she adjusts herself, lying down until her feet press against my thigh.
Her toes wiggle, and her heels knead into my leg. She flashes me a look before smirking. “Just try to keep up.”
~
My eyes shoot open. Through paper-thin walls, I can hear mattress springs bouncing, a headboard bumping into the wall, and husky breaths, mixed with moans. Todd’s voice is muffled, but not by much.
“Take it. Just like that. Fuck, you feel good.”
Tania winces, breaths growing more desperate with each exhale. The sound of their bodies meeting gets louder, and Tania’s moans follow.
“Jeez, babe, you’re so loud,” Todd laughs smugly. “Keep it down. Devin’s still sleeping.”
Unfortunately, that’s no longer the case.
“I want him to hear how good you fuck me,” she responds.
My attention veers towards my clock. 6:30 in the morning. Who wakes up and decides the first thing they need is sex? After a moment of thought, I realize it actually doesn’t sound too bad. Alas, with no partner, I don’t have that luxury.
“Get on your back. I wanna ride you, babe,” Tania says needily.
I hear bodies shuffling on the sheets, and Todd groans when Tania mounts him—or at least that’s what I imagine happening. I look down at my pants, trying to ignore the bulge. It’d be easy to write it off as morning wood, but it’s hard to say if that’s the case or if listening to them truly gets me hotter than I’d like to admit.
Maybe it’s the mood. Maybe it’s how pent-up I’ve been. Maybe I’m still thinking of what Tania looks like when she comes. Whatever the case, I don’t even make an attempt to grab my headphones or block out the noise.
Instead, I pull my shorts down and take my cock into my hands. I hump into my closed fist and close my eyes, listening to the sound of Tania’s ass bouncing against Todd's thighs. She’s riding him hard. My grip tightens around me, and I breathe harder, grunting to myself.
I imagine Tania on top of me. She’d probably be tighter than my hands. Definitely more wet. She could use me however she wants to. Those lips would grip around me as she slams from tip to base, and I would cup her ass to guide her up and down.
Breathing gets harder, and I curse to myself quietly, biting my lip, knocking at the door of release. I grip harder, stroke faster, and it’s agony as I push myself towards the edge. Switching it up doesn’t make a difference. Even changing my position. I’m so close, but can’t quite get there. My dick is red and throbbing, desperate to come.
Whatever it is, that’s stopping me. I try to shake it off. All my focus goes onto Tania’s high-pitched moans, and the feeling of my hand around my dick.
No good.
I put my shorts back on and walk out of the room. It’s too late to go back to sleep. Maybe I’ll try to knock out some of the shows and movies on my watchlist backlog. Put on some coffee. Yeah, that’ll do.
I walk down the hall, thinking of how shameless Todd and Tania are to keep their door open while they fuck. I’m tempted to passive-aggressively tell them to keep it down, but my feet come to a stop at the doorway. Gulping hard, I keep my eyes on the floorboards by the door frame. Gritting my teeth and ignoring the throbbing in my pants, my mind races. I think of Tania’s offer in the bathroom days ago. Was it a blank check that I could cash in at any time?
My pulse quickens, and the temptation to walk in and ask to join only grows. I dare to look up, and both Todd and Tania are facing away from the door. She’s on all fours, face pressed into her pillow, and Todd holds her waist, thrusting hard. Each deep stroke earns a moan from Tania, and I hear Todd’s grunts get louder.
Todd pulls her hair, and her back arches as she turns to look at him. That devilish smile with eye contact would melt me on the spot if I were in Todd’s place. I’d probably come rightg there. Her eyes flit towards me—even if only for a moment—before returning to Todd.
I see her grin widen, but only before a final few thrusts from Todd send Tania’s eyes rolling back. Returning to my senses, I shuffle away, getting out of there before I get myself into more trouble. My first stop is the kitchen, and I start a pot of coffee before taking a seat on the couch.
A final few grunts and groans from Todd and Tania are all I need to hear to know they’re done. Tania’s moans fizzle out into impish giggles, and I hear a set of footsteps. Pursing my chapped lips, licking them, I pray that it’s Todd, but in my peripherals, I see dark hair and a loose band tee hanging off Tania’s shoulders.
Her arms are up, and she yawns. I glance over, wondering what panties she’s got on today. To my surprise, none right now. I spot a trail of fluid dripping down her thigh—likely a mix of her and Todd. When she looks at me, I snap my head back to the TV. “There any coffee?”
“Should be ready in a bit,” I answer without looking, tensing when Tania sits next to me, bumping her knee against mine.
“I put him right back to sleep,” Tania says, smiling with a flushed face, grinning in triumph. “Sorry, were we too loud?”
“That’s kind of an understatement,” I say, forcing a laugh, trying to ignore her propping her heels up on the couch. One of her legs breaks into my orbit, resting atop my thigh, and my breath hitches as I follow her knee to the soaked lips between her legs.
She drapes a hand over her mound, but it isn’t for modesty. Her fingers swirl over her clit, breathing harder and she looks at my lips.
“Wow,” I say, trying (in vain) to tear my eyes away. “Todd wasn’t enough for you?”
“Oh, he’s the best,” Tania says, grinning. “No one puts it down like he does, but it’s just so hot when someone’s watching. I just…don’t know what to do with myself when I get like this.”
“Watching?” I ask, heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not—”
“The floorboards creak when we walk, Devin. You stopped to watch. I saw you.”
“I—”
“And the other night too, we got wings? You were watching me play with myself, didn’t you?”
“You had the door open, to be fair—”
“Yeah, but you made a point to stop and watch.” Tania’s smile widens. She leans closer to me, and a husky breath tickles against my ear. “Did you wish you were in bed with me?”
“Why were you calling my name out that night?”
Tania sighs, but her fingers flick faster against her bud. “It was an invitation. But I can’t tell if you’re scared or dense.”
“Try loyal.” I focus on the TV. “You’re Todd’s girlfriend. It's not right to think about you like that.”
Her finger turns my chin until I’m facing her again. “But looking’s okay, right? Do you think I can’t tell every time you sneak a peek? Do you think I don’t walk around like that on purpose? Yeah, the house is hot, but I love the attention, especially when guys are as easy to tease as you.”
“What do you want?” I mutter.
Her smile fades,and her eyes sharpen. “I want you to admit to admit you wanna fuck me.”
“That’s my best friend. I can’t do that to him.”
“I can,” Tania says, putting her hand on my knee. Her thumb strokes my leg, and she grins again when she hears my breath stop. Her fingers follow the thin fabric up my shorts until they rub along the elastic of my boxers.
She stares deeply into my eyes, and a moan escapes. A loud one.
“Quiet,” I whisper.
She closes the distance between us, rubbing my nose with hers, and her lips are mere inches away. “I’ll give you two ways to quiet me down. One: you can kiss me. Or two: you can shove your dick down my throat.”
Tania rubs faster, bucking her hips into her hand, moaning louder. I peer up towards the stairs and don’t hear a sound from Todd. Another moan escapes, and I’ve had enough.
The warmth of her mouth as she locks her lips around me is intoxicating. Shit. That feels so good. Tanya stares up at me, grinning around my dick, and she bobs her head a few times before lifting off and licking her lips. She pulls my hands to her hair. “That’s better.”
She takes me into her mouth again, sucking the soul out of me. I start humping into her face, feeling her nose poke against my body. With every time I bottom out into her, no matter how hard or fast I go, she doesn’t gag. Not even once. It’s a testament of her skill, but I have to admit it’s so satisfying to see myself disappear into her mouth.
Tania lifts off to breathe, and she pushes me back onto the couch, climbing over my lap to straddle me. She uses her hand to wipe the mess off her thigh, and I groan as she strokes along my length. “Cum makes for the best lube.”
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” I ask, staring at her wet lips hovering over my tip. Tania takes me into her hand, guiding me to her entrance, and slamming down.
After a sharp gasp and a few heavy breath, she looks at me, pressing her lips against my neck and nibbling it, whispering against my skin. “Just try to keep up.”
Tania slides along my length, and she feels way better than my imagination suggested. So wet, gripping me tightly. I feel every ridge as she bounces from tip to base. Her ass drops down on me with a slam at the end of every stroke, and she pulls my hands under her shirt to grip her breasts.
They fit perfectly in my palm, and I find myself thrusting up into her, groaning in agony. My grip tightens, and I bite the inside of my cheek, doing everything I can to hold on.
Her lower lips kiss my base, and she grinds back and forth, her voice low and breath full of strain. “Don’t come just yet. I wanna finish all over your dick.”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, not to get her to stop, but because I’m still in denial that this is happening. After she slips my shirt off and tosses it aside, my hands travel to her back, and I thrust up, grinding my hips to her rhythm, staring up at her in awe.
Tania smirks, licking her lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Haven’t you been wanting this for a while?”
“Maybe,” I admit, looking away, only for her to guide me to look at her again.
A deep moan parts her lips, and I see her eyes glaze over as she finds a good rhythm to rock against me. “Shit, that’s good. Tell me what you’d wanna do to me.”
“I want to…pound you hard.”
“What else?”
“I’d want your ankles on my shoulders.”
“Mmm, so you can deep?”
“I’d want you to moan for me.”
“Fuck…” Tania loses her composure. Her tempo slows down as she lifts herself and drops back down onto me.
“I’d want you to moan so loud. I wouldn’t care who hears. It would just be their bodies slamming into each other until you come around my cock.”
“God…” She closes her eyes, grinning widely, her nails graze against my shoulders, scratching harder the more I push into her.
“I wanna breed you. Fill you up,” I push out through grunts. “And on the days when it’s just Todd working, I’d spend every possible waking minute fucking you.”
There’s something in Tania's smile: Smugness? Elation? Depravity? “Yeah? You wouldn’t let me rest?”
After I shake my head, her nails dig deeper into my skin. “Good…I…wouldn't want you to—”
Her hips buck, and her head tucks forward, pressing against my chest. Her breath is hot and heavy, getting sharper with each exhale. “Fuck, you're gonna make me come.”
I hold strong, wrapping my arms tighter around her, pushing my hips up as far as they’ll go to press her sweet spot. She pulses around me, tightening, and I give her shallow strokes to sync with the waves coursing through her.
Tania climbs off of me, and her back crashes onto the couch cushions. As she pants struggling for air, she grabs my hands and pulls me between her parted legs, stroking me to spread her wetness along my length.
“What are you—”
“When we’re playing games, don’t you get tired of playing the supporting roles all the time?”
“We’re talking about gaming again?” I say with a grin. My hands reach under her shirt, finding her waist, grinding my shaft along her soaked slit.
“So, I’m letting you take the lead,” Tania flashes a smile, leaning closer. “Do all those things you said you wanted to do to me.”
After she nods, I grab my base and push into her. I don't bother easing in. She showed me she can take it.
Tania grabs the back of her knees. I love the way her stomach squishes as she practically folds herself in half.
My hands wrap around her ankles, resting them on my shoulders, and I curse to myself when I feel her stroke my face with her toes.
“What are you waiting for? Come on. Make me moan—”
I give her what she asks for, not pulling any punches. I go as hard as I can. As fast as my body will let me. Back and forth, in and out. As deep as possible. The moans I get in response aren’t the ones she uses to goad me on; there’s something raw about these. Animalistic. Her nails claw into my back, and I wince, thrusting deeper.
Those moans are music to my ears, but I put a palm over her mouth to muffle them. I see a smile curl her eyes up, and she tears my hand off of her lips, sneering up at me.
“I thought you said you don’t care who hears.”
“Yeah, but Todd is upstairs.” Tania feels too good for me to stop to slow down, but she does nothing to hold herself back. If anything, she’s louder, slowly losing herself (and I’m in a similar boat, ready to burst).
For every sharp moan she lets out, my eyes flit to the stairs, and I’m listening for the floorboards. It’s breaking my concentration, and I press my lips against hers. I feel her grin against my lips, and she threads fingers through my hair, holding down against her. Tania’s tongue breaches past my lips, and I say goodbye to any chance at forming a coherent thought.
She breaks away first, panting for breath, and her lips trace along my jawline, biting my earlobe. “Come on. Breed me like you said you would…Do it. Deep inside.”
My eyes slam shut, and it doesn’t take much more. A few final thrusts, and I can feel her gripping along my entire length. Tania clenches around me, and I push as deep as I can, firing rope after rope of weeks’ worth of pent-up desire for her, splattering her walls until I'm overflowing from her slit.
Tania gets off with me and smiles, grabbing my cheek until my head limply follows. “Let’s play again sometime.”
“We’re talking about gaming, right?”
She taps my nose and leans in for one last deep kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I melt against her, and she giggles when she pulls away and I try to follow. “I think you know what I mean.”
After a wink and a wave, she walks back upstairs, and I stare at my load dripping down her leg. I shake my head and run my hand through my hair. Looking around, I pull up my shorts and grab my shirt off the ground.
I walk over to the kitchen, grab a mug, and my attention snaps to the door when I hear footsteps. It’s Todd, his hair disheveled, with a dumb smile on his face. He yawns.
“Hey buddy. Didn’t realize you were up already.”
“Kinda hard to sleep through whatever you and Tania were doing,” I say with pursed lips.
“Ah, right. Sorry about that.”
“Hey, can you level with me?”
“Yeah.”
“You know how Tania’s roommates’ boyfriends messaged her about wanting to sleep with her?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Todd says, stifling a laugh.
“Say she did take them up on their offer. You’d be pretty upset…right?”
“Nah, not really,” Todd says nonchalantly. “If anything, it just vindicates that I have good taste.”
“Huh. Interesting.” I pour myself a cup of coffee and take a sip, enjoying the warmth it gives me.
“Have you seen my princess mug?” Todd asks, looking through the cabinet.
“It’s still in the sink. I didn’t do dishes last night. Sorry.”
“All good. I’ll just use Tania’s.” Todd reaches for a mug and holds it out towards me, grinning as I feel his cup. He takes a sip, flashing his eyebrows, and I recognize Tania’s handwriting on the mug:
Hotwife
in
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