Page 12 of Shared by My Roommate

“Sawyer, can I suck your cock?”

Sawyer kneels on the bed in front of me, the thick muscles of his chest rising and falling as he pants. His briefs are losing a fight as his cock strains against them, long and heavy, the fabric pulled so tight that I can trace the whole shape of him. There’s a dark wet spot at the front and fuck, he’s massive. I can tell he’s going to be a challenge, the biggest I’ve ever had my mouth on. But I never back down from a challenge.

I’ve come twice in the past hour, both times with these two men’s hands on me. I should be spent, curled up and asleep by now. But I’m getting hard again, my cock filling between my legs, because that’s what their attention does to me.

They’ve given me so much tonight, made me feel cared for. I want to give some of it back. And I want to give Sawyer the best blowjob of his life, because I know I’m fucking amazing at it. It’s not just arrogance. I’ve put in the hours, and I love doing it, love the weight of a cock on my tongue and pulling sounds out of a man that he didn’t know he could make. Sawyer has spent the whole night taking care of everyone else, and it’s time to fix that. He hesitates, though, staring down at me, his big hands flexing on his thighs.

Shit. I’ve probably pushed it too far, been too bold with him.

“Never mind,” I start, my face heating. “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Yeah,” he grunts.

I blink up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He swallows hard, and then a corner of his mouth tugs up. “Who says no to a blowjob?”

I laugh, surprised and relieved, then lick my lips and let my gaze drop to the front of his briefs. He twitches under my stare, the fabric straining harder, and my mouth waters.

Behind me, Nolan shifts on the bed, and his hands slide onto my thighs, stroking slowly up and down the backs of them, from just above my knees to the curve under my ass. I can feel his attention on the back of my neck as he watches us.

“Go on, Finn,” he says finally. “Show him what that mouth can do.”

I rise up on my knees, shuffle forward, and hook my fingers into Sawyer’s waistband. His stomach muscles jump under my knuckles. I glance up and find him watching my hands. I pull his briefs down, and his cock springs free and bobs up against his stomach.

Jesus, he’s big. Long and thick, flushed deep red at the head, a heavy vein running up the underside, precum beading at the slit. He’s neatly trimmed, golden hair cropped short at the base, and his balls hang full and heavy underneath. He’s bigger than Nolan, bigger than Drew by an embarrassing margin, and I have a brief, hysterical thought that I should be intimidated.

But I’m not. I’m fucking thrilled.

I settle in front of him and place my palms on his hips. His skin is hot under my fingers, his hipbones sharp and solid. I glance up the long plane of his body, over his stomach and his chest, all the way to his face, and the need in his eyes is so raw it punches the breath out of me.

He wraps one big hand around the base of his cock, gripping tight, and angles it toward my mouth, presenting it to me like an offering.

I lean down, and the position puts my ass up in the air, pointed back at Nolan. I’m still completely naked, nothing between my roommate’s eyes and every inch of me. Two hours ago the thought would have made me die of embarrassment, but right now I can’t scrape together a single fuck to give. Nolan’s hands are on me, Sawyer’s cock is an inch from my mouth, and shame has left the building.

Besides, a cold little voice in the back of my head keeps saying, this might be my only chance. Tomorrow morning they’re going to remember they’re straight, and there’ll be awkward silence and avoided eyes for a week, or a month, or forever. Maybe we never talk about this again. Maybe we never talk again, period. People wake up from nights like this with regrets all the time.

So if tonight is all I get, I’m not wasting a second of it. I’m going to take everything they’re offering and give back everything I have.

Nolan’s hands slide up from my thighs onto my ass. He caresses both cheeks, squeezing slowly, spreading me a little and letting me settle back. I push into his hands without shame.

Then I lean down and lick a long stripe up the underside of Sawyer’s cock, from the base where his fist grips it all the way to the tip.

He tastes like skin and salt and the sharp tang of precum, and I swirl my tongue over the engorged head, circling the crown, dipping into the slit.

“Oh, fuck,” Sawyer groans above me.

His free hand lands in my hair, his thick fingers sliding through the strands, and my cock gives a hard throb between my legs.

I pull the head into my mouth and suck. Just the head, my lips sealed around the ridge, my tongue working the underside where he should be most sensitive, and I watch his face for the verdict.

His eyes slam shut, head dropping back. “Jesus Christ.”

“Look at you two,” Nolan says behind me. “You have no idea how hot you look.”

His hands keep working my ass, kneading, massaging, and every few passes his thumbs dip into my crease, coming close to where I want them and then gliding past, never quite reaching. It’s maddening, so I push back, chasing the contact. He chuckles knowingly and keeps teasing.

I open my jaw and slide down Sawyer’s cock, taking him deeper, an inch, then another, then another, hollowing my cheeks as I go.