Roommate Worship 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

The day after our first time together, Wes seemed… different. Not distant—if anything, he was closer, constantly brushing against me, flashing that lazy grin of his, and finding excuses to stay in the same room. It was like a switch had flipped, and he was reveling in whatever this thing between us had become.

I, on the other hand, felt like I was walking on air. Every glance he threw my way, every casual touch, sent my heart racing. But nothing prepared me for what happened later that night.

We’d been watching some random movie, sprawled on the couch like we’d done a hundred times before. Except this time, I couldn’t focus. Wes had his arm draped along the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally brushing my shoulder. His thigh pressed against mine, solid and warm, and my mind kept replaying every sound he’d made while he was inside me.

As the credits rolled, Wes stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a glimpse of his abs. He caught me staring and smirked. “Like what you see?”

I flushed, looking away. “Shut up.”

But Wes wasn’t letting it slide. He shifted closer, his hand finding its way to my chin, gently turning my face back toward him. His eyes, deep and steady, locked onto mine. “You don’t have to hide it, you know. You can look. Hell, you can do more than look.”

My breath hitched. “Wes…”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing whisper. “You wanna worship me, don’t you?”

The word hit me like a lightning bolt, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded.

Wes grinned, sitting back and stretching his arms over the couch. “Then show me.”

I hesitated for only a moment before sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of him. My hands rested on his knees, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his gym shorts. He looked down at me, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker, more intense.

“Damn,” he said softly, his voice laced with approval. “You do look good down there.”

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I pushed his legs apart and leaned in. My lips brushed against his thigh, my breath warm against his skin. Wes let out a soft groan, his fingers threading through my hair.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I kissed my way up his thigh, my hands sliding under the hem of his shorts to grip his hips. He shifted slightly, giving me more room, and I took my time, enjoying every inch of him. The heat of his body, the faint salty taste of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under my touch—it was intoxicating.

When I reached the waistband of his shorts, Wes leaned back, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me. “Go on,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Worship it”.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I tugged his shorts down, his cock springing free, hard and thick and already leaking. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly as my lips pressed against the base, then the shaft, then the tip. Wes groaned, his head falling back against the couch as I took him into my mouth, tonguing his slit.

“Fuck, Dakota,” he breathed. “You’re so good at this. It’s like you were made for me.”

The words sent a thrill through me, and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling around his head then I took him deeper. Wes’s grip on my hair tightened, guiding me, his moans filling the room.

“Look at me,” he said suddenly, his voice commanding. I glanced up, my lips still wrapped around his glorious dick, and the look on his face—equal parts awe and hunger—made my chest tighten.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his hand cupping my cheek. “You make me feel like a fucking king.”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice breathless. “Because you are.”

Wes groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “Shit, Dakota. You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“Then let go,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him back into my mouth.

It didn’t take long after that. Wes’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair almost bruising as he came, his dick poured cum against my tongue. I swallowed hungrily every drop, my hands steadying him as his body trembled with the aftershocks.

When it was over, he pulled me up onto the couch, his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in my neck. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he murmured, his voice soft and warm.

I smiled, my heart full as I held him close. “So are you.”

And as Wes pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, I knew one thing for certain:

I’d never stop worshipping him.