Page 13 of Shared by My Roommate

“Holy shit.” Sawyer’s hand tightens in my hair. “Holy shit, Finn.”

“Tell me how it feels,” Nolan demands, still caressing me.

Sawyer grunts. “You serious?”

“Dead serious. Tell me.”

“Fuck.” Sawyer’s hips give a small, involuntary push, and I relax and let him in deeper. “His mouth is so fucking hot, and wet, and his tongue—” He breaks off as I drag my tongue up the underside on the next pull. “His tongue never stops moving, and it’s— fuck, Nolan, it’s the best head I’ve ever had.”

And I’ve barely started. Pride blooms warm in my chest, and my cock fills up fast at his words. I’m hard again, third time in an hour. Drew couldn’t get me up twice in a weekend, and these two have me recovered in minutes.

“Use more tongue,” Nolan tells me, and his thumb dips into my crease again. “Get it wet. I want to hear it.”

I obey and let my mouth go sloppy, saliva slicking the whole length of Sawyer’s cock. I drag my tongue in broad, flat strokes as I bob my head, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room. Sawyer’s thighs tense under my hands.

“Suck harder on the way up,” Nolan says.

I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks, and Sawyer’s hand fists in my hair and his head drops forward, his mouth hanging open.

“Take more. You can take it, can’t you, Finn? Show me.”

I slide down until the head of Sawyer’s cock nudges the back of my throat, and I hold there, swallowing around him. Sawyer is reduced to groans and curses and broken pieces of my name. I keep one hand planted on his hipbone for balance and bring the other up to cup his balls. They’re heavy in my palm, drawn up tight, and I knead them gently, tugging just a little.

“Fuck, just like that,” Sawyer gasps, his hips stuttering, fighting the urge to thrust. I can feel him holding himself back, the muscles in his thighs shaking with the effort of staying still, and I love him for it a little, this big golden giant trying so hard to be careful with me.

He doesn’t need to be careful, though, because I want everything.

I take a breath through my nose, relax my throat the way I learned to, and slide all the way down.

Sawyer lets go of the base of his cock, and my nose meets his trimmed pubes. He pulses against my tongue.

“Holy shit,” Sawyer babbles. “Holy shit, Nolan, he’s got… he’s got all of me. Fuck, nobody’s ever—”

My eyes are watering, my throat is stretched around him, my jaw aching in the best way. And I love it. I love the fullness, the weight, the way he’s shaking apart above me because of what my mouth is doing. I hold there as long as I can, swallowing around him, then pull back slow, letting him feel every inch of the retreat, and breathe.

“Fuck, you’re unbelievable,” Sawyer pants, staring down at me.

Then Nolan’s thumb brushes over my hole.

My hips jerk hard, and I almost choke on Sawyer’s cock. A muffled sound escapes me, and Nolan does it again, a slow drag right over my entrance, and then again, rubbing in a small circle, pressing just enough that I can feel the give of my own body, the way it wants to open for him.

“You like that, huh?” he murmurs.

I push my ass back toward him as an answer, shamelessly begging with my body, and I go back to sucking Sawyer, harder, faster.

Then Nolan’s hands grip my cheeks and spread me wide, and his tongue licks over my crease.

I whimper around Sawyer’s cock, and my eyes squeeze shut. Nolan’s tongue flattens over my rim and licks, broad and wet and unhurried, and my whole body lights up. Nobody has ever done this to me, and the sensation is filthy and perfect, slick heat and soft pressure, and I moan around the cock in my mouth and feel Sawyer shudder at the vibration.

“W-what are you doing back there?” Sawyer gasps, craning to see over my back. “What are you— oh, fuck, Nolan.”

Nolan pulls away for a second. “You groomed yourself?”

Instead of answering with words, I push my ass back into his face.

“You taste so fucking sweet, Finn,” Nolan says, and then his mouth is on me again.

He laps at my hole in long, slow strokes, then circles it with the tip of his tongue, then presses against it, and I lose track of everything that isn’t the two points of contact: Sawyer’s cock stretching my mouth and Nolan’s tongue working me open.