Roommate Worship 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. A heavy, all-encompassing heat pressed against my side, paired with the soft rhythm of another person’s breathing. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my mind groggy, and blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Wes’s bed.

It all came flooding back in vivid flashes: his hands on my hips, his cock inside me, the bed breaking beneath us, the way he grinned like it was the best thing that had ever happened. I shifted slightly, and a dull ache radiated through my body—my shoulders, my thighs, and most intensely, my ass. It wasn’t a bad ache, though. It was the kind of soreness that made me feel alive, like every nerve in my body had been all-consuming and left me reeling.

I glanced to my left and froze. Wes was sprawled out beside me, completely naked, his muscular arm draped across my stomach like I was some sort of body pillow. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and his face, relaxed in sleep, was peaceful in a way that made my heart twist. He looked almost angelic—if angels had sharp jawlines and a head of messy brown hair.

I carefully disentangled myself from his arm, trying not to wake him. My gaze wandered downward, and there it was: his cock, hard and pointing straight up from his hips, framed by his toned thighs. I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my face as more memories of the night before flickered through my mind.

Shaking my head, I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, my legs unsteady and my skin still tingling. In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot stream, letting it wash away the remnants of sleep—and the stickiness that clung to my body. My ass was sore, my cheeks glued together with a mix of sweat and Wes’s cum. I reached back to rinse myself, wincing slightly at the tenderness but smiling despite myself. The faint nail marks on my shoulders reminded me just how wild things had gotten.

The water cascading over my body felt incredible, soothing yet invigorating, and before I knew it, my cock was hard again. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the cool tiles as my hand drifted down to stroke myself. The soreness, the heat of the water, the memories of Wes moving inside me—all of it combined into a sweet mix of sensations that had me completely lost.

I was so focused, but suddenly I jolted and the first thing I felt was a hand wrapping around my cock, a touch so firm and sure it made me jolt. My eyes flew open, and I twisted to see Wes standing behind me, a lazy grin on his face. His hair was still uncharacteristically disheveled, his eyes half-lidded with sleep, and his morning wood was pressing insistently against my ass.

“You started without me?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck as he whispered, “Naughty boy.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in my throat as he gently bit down on my neck, sending a shiver through my entire body. His hand stroked my cock in slow, deliberate motions, his thumb circling the sensitive tip as his other hand gripped my hip.

“I want to fuck my roomie’s wonder hole,” Wes growled into my ear, his voice dripping with need. His cock, hot and slick from the shower spray, slid between my cheeks, the pressure making me gasp.

I chuckled, but quickly obliged him. “Do it,” I croaked, barely able to form the words. “Put it in me.”

Wes groaned softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he positioned himself. “You’re the best fucking roommate, you know that?”

I didn’t have time to respond before he pushed inside, slower this time, his hands steadying me as he filled me. The soreness flared briefly, but the sensation of him sliding into me, stretching me, made it all worth it. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I let out a soft moan, my body adjusting to the fullness.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

Wes kissed my neck, his hands roaming over my chest as he began to move, his thrusts gentle but deliberate. The hot water streamed over us, adding to the intoxicating mix of heat and friction. Every movement sent sparks through my body, and I couldn’t help but push back against him, wanting more.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So fucking good.”

“Wes,” I gasped, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice laced with a grin. “You like this, huh? Having your bro fuck you first thing in the morning?”

I could only moan in response, my words lost in the overwhelming sensations. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he picked up the pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through me. The soreness only heightened the intensity, every movement a delicious reminder of what we’d done the night before.

Wes groaned, his breathing ragged as he pressed deeper, his body flush against mine. “I could do this every day,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “Fucking you, making you mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers curling against the tiles as I felt myself hurtling toward the edge. “Wes, I’m—”

“Come for me,” he growled, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own high. “I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you.”

That was all it took. My body tensed as I came, my semen spilling over his hand and the shower floor as I moaned his name. Wes followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he came, his grip on my hips tightening as his cock pulsed inside me.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath as the water continued to pour over us. Wes finally pulled out, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder before stepping back to rinse himself off.

“Well,” he said with a grin, “that’s one way to start the day.”

I laughed, my cheeks still flushed as I turned to face him. “Yeah, but next time… maybe let me finish my shower first.”

Wes smirked, reaching out to ruffle my hair. “Nah, where’s the fun in that?”