It’s hard to explain, because it’s only a kiss, but the second our mouths touch I feel an almost supernatural connection. Some people are terrible kissers in general, or they can’t quite make it work with a specific person, but Noah has none of those problems.
When a man just about makes you come from kissing you, that’s a sign his kissing skills don’t need work.
Noah gently trails his hand down my body as he continues to lock lips with mine in a deep kiss, his tongue continuing to explore as his hand finds the bottom of my T-shirt, sliding up underneath until his palm cups my ample breast.
He teasingly tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a zap of electricity straight to my core.
I feel my wetness continuing to increase at his touch, and my body threatens to come apart again just by him touching my breast and kissing me.
His hand continues its journey down my body, little butterflies jumping around as his fingers skim my belly He pauses there for a moment, letting out a soft moan as he seems to enjoy his hand cresting the gentle swell of my belly. I’d normally be self-conscious if someone touched me there, but it’s as if he’s turned on by my womanly curves.
His hand continues its descent until it reaches the apex of my thighs, and he cups my pussy in his giant hand.
He moans as he feels the heat and wetness that are pooling there.
“My god, Dylan,” he says, groaning. “You’re so warm and wet.”
His hand continues to slide until his fingers reach my entrance. Slowly, teasingly, he rubs his fingers against my wetness and slides two of them inside me.
I moan under his touch, enjoying the way his calloused fingers feel as they glide against my walls.
My hand slides down and very quickly finds his rock hard cock. And Jesus Christ, it’s massive. Girthy and long, I wrap my palm around it, enjoying the feeling of its ample size that fits perfectly in my hand. I feel the familiar texture of pre-cum as my palm brushes over his tip.
He angles his thumb so it brushes against my clit and I cry out. “Noah, yes,” I gasp. I swore that any type of fraternization with my roommates was a strict no-go, but there’s no way I would stop this now.
The train has well and truly left the station.
My resolve has gone out the window, and there’s no going back.
His thumb gently caresses my swollen clit as his fingers continue to slide in and out of my wet pussy, and the coil within me tightens further.
“Fuck, Noah,” I cry out as the sensations of pleasure take over.
I’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s making me come, but my body needs the release even though it just had one.
My back arches and my hips buck against his hand and he intensifies our kiss as I come all over his fingers.
Well, so much for not screwing the crew.
We lock eyes, and suddenly Noah removes his hand. He pushes himself away from me and I let go of his cock, even though my hand was quite happy to stay wrapped around it. He stands up, yanks up his shorts and leaves without a word.
My breathing is ragged as I stare at the ceiling, aftershocks still rolling through my body. Noah worked me over until I saw stars, then just up and left. What the hell just happened?
I sit up on shaking arms, dragging a hand through my tangled hair. My muscles feel like jelly, a pleasant ache settling into my bones. But my mind is spinning.
Noah has pushed my buttons from the day I moved in here, but I never expected him to push them like this. We’re supposed to be roommates, not fuck buddies, for God’s sake.
So why did that feel so good?
If he’d walked in at any other time, I would have been fine. I would have felt equipped to reject him. But in the throes of giving myself pleasure, thoughts of him and the others and various other smoking hot rugby players were racing through my mind. And then suddenly he was here, real, offering to help me.
With his gray pants of seduction and his muscles and tattoos, it was impossible to refuse.
Heat creeps into my cheeks as I remember the way he watched me come apart under his hands.
The possessive look in his eyes and the rough tone of his voice as he whispered filthy things against my skin.
I flop back onto the bed with a groan. What have I done? I’ve just crossed a massive line, and this can only end in disaster.