Page 15 of Shared by My Roommate

“Hold on. Just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”

He groans but nods, his grip tightening.

I line the head of my cock up against Finn’s entrance. He’s slick and open, and he’s pushing back impatiently, my blunt head catching against his rim. The urge to slam home is so strong my vision narrows.

“Slow down,” I tell him, gripping his hip hard. “Easy, Finn. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He makes a frustrated sound, but he stills. That’s the trust again, the trust he’s been handing me all night, and my chest tightens at the thought.

I push in, and we both groan as the head of my cock breaches him. He’s so tight the condom feels like nothing, just heat and pressure gripping me. I feed him an inch, then stop and let him breathe, then another inch, another stop. His body opens for me in slow, fluttering pulses. His back shines with sweat in the low light. Sawyer is whispering fuck, fuck, fuck under his breath.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell Finn, dragging my hand up his spine. Then my hips meet his ass, and I’m buried to the root. “Jesus, Finn.” My fingers dig into his hips. “You’re so tight. You feel—” I roll my hips, just a shallow thrust, and he clenches around me and my eyes nearly cross. “You feel fucking amazing.”

He moans around Sawyer and pushes back into me, asking for more.

So I give it to him. I start with long, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and sinking back in, watching the way his rim grips me on the drag out. Every thrust punches a muffled sound out of him, and every one of those sounds makes Sawyer’s whole body flinch.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his head is tipped forward, and he’s shaking. He’s right at the edge and fighting it with everything he has, fighting it because I told him to.

God, that’s beautiful.

“Sawyer.” My voice comes out rough. “Look at me.”

His eyes open, desperate as they lock onto mine over Finn’s back, and it’s like grabbing a live wire.

I almost come, my hips stuttering, and I have to grip Finn hard and breathe through my teeth until the urge backs down.

“That’s it,” I manage. “Stay with me.”

I start fucking him faster. The rhythm builds, my hips slapping against his ass, and Finn meets every thrust, shoving back into me, his arms shaking where they’re braced on the mattress.

“Sawyer.” I wait until his eyes find mine again. “Show me how you fuck that pretty mouth. You know he wants it. So give it to him.”

“Nolan—”

“Do it.”

Sawyer’s hands gather Finn’s dark hair into tight fists, and his hips start to move, his cock driving deeper into Finn’s mouth. Finn takes all of it, and he moans like this is exactly what he’s been waiting for.

“I’m gonna come,” Sawyer whimpers. It’s the most helpless sound I’ve ever heard out of him. “Nolan, I’m gonna— I can’t—”

“Do it.” I lean forward over Finn’s back, never breaking my rhythm.

Sawyer’s head falls back with a cracked groan. I reach under Finn and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s rock hard again, leaking all over my fingers. I stroke him rough and fast, tight from root to tip, matching the pace of my hips, and Finn’s whole body seizes between us.

“Fuck his mouth, Sawyer, don’t hold back, let him have it—”

Sawyer’s hips snap forward, fucking into Finn’s mouth in earnest, and Finn takes every thrust, his hands braced on Sawyer’s thighs. The sounds they’re making are obscene, wet and rhythmic, and then Sawyer’s rhythm breaks, his hips stuttering, his eyes rolling back, and he shouts, raw and cracked.

Finn’s throat work as he swallows, taking everything Sawyer gives him. Sawyer keeps fucking through it in weak, jerky thrusts, babbling Finn’s name and mine, and Finn drinks him down like he’s been starving for it, sucking him through the aftershocks until Sawyer whimpers and tries to pull away, too sensitive to take any more.

“Good boy,” I breathe, and mean it down to my bones. “Fuck, baby, you took him so good. Swallowed every drop.”

Finn shudders, full-body, and clenches around me so hard I see stars.

I plant my knees wider and fuck him faster, the bed frame creaking under us, and I keep my fist flying over his cock. Sawyer sags back onto his hands, chest heaving, and watches us with heavy, hooded eyes.

“Don’t stop.” Finn’s voice, wrecked, his mouth finally free. He sounds drunk. “Nolan, please, don’t stop. I’m so close, don’t stop—”