Roommate Worship 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

Wes pulled back slightly, his smirk shifting into something more playful. “Can I? You know… Can I fuck you?”

My heart stopped. My brain short-circuited. There was no way I’d heard him correctly. But when I looked into his eyes—those deep, confident eyes—there was no mistaking the question. He meant it.

I blinked, my voice stuck somewhere between disbelief and euphoria. “You… you really want to?”

Wes’s grin widened. “Hell yeah, I do. I mean, if you’re down.”

If I was down? I felt like I might die and go to heaven right then and there. Somehow, I managed to stammer out a breathless, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

The next few moments were a blur of hands and lips and frantic fumbling as we repositioned ourselves on my bed. Wes hovered over me, his body warm and solid, his cock hard and heavy as it pressed against my lubed-up, deeply wanting hole. His confidence seemed to falter for just a moment as he lined himself up, his fingers brushing against my thighs. I felt his slippery head thump against my sensitive opening.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” he muttered, his voice low and almost incredulous. “I’m about to have my dick in my bro.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, the absurdity of his words cutting through the tension. “Yeah, but do you like it?” I teased, my voice laced with anticipation.

Wes chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching me. “Let me find out.”

The stretch was intense, and I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he moved deeper, inch by inch. Wes paused, his brows furrowing as he adjusted, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head.

“You good?” he asked, his tone soft, almost tender.

I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a moan. “Yeah. Keep going.”

He did, sinking further until he was fully inside me. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, the weight of the moment sinking in. Then, Wes shifted his hips, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again. A low groan escaped him, and his grin returned, wilder this time.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure. “I fucking dig it, man.

I laughed again, the sound quickly dissolving into a moan as he picked up the pace. His movements grew more confident, more desperate, his hips slamming against mine with a force that rattled the bedframe. The air between us was thick with heat and sweat and the sounds of our bodies colliding—skin against skin, heavy breaths, low moans.

We have to do this again. Many times. I want this. I want you again.”

“Good,” I managed to choke out, my body arching as he set a steady rhythm. “Because you’re not getting rid of me after this.”

“That’s good. Because, fuck, Dakota,” Wes growled, his hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I might disappear. “You feel so fucking good.”

I couldn’t respond, too lost in the sensation of him inside me, filling me, claiming me. His cock hit all the right spots, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me with every thrust. My nails dug into his back as I clung to him, my moans muffled against his shoulder.

Wes leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re tight as hell, man,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “Never thought I’d be saying this, but fuck, I really love being inside you.”

His words pushed me closer to the edge, and I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper. “Harder,” I begged, my voice raw.

He grabbed my shoulder to steady himself and obliged, his thrusts turning frantic, almost too much. The bedframe creaked and groaned under the strain, and with one particularly rough movement, it gave way with a loud crack, the mattress dipping as the frame collapsed beneath us.

“Shit,” Wes said, pausing just long enough to glance around. Then he looked down at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Guess we broke it.”

“Don’t care,” I panted, tugging him closer. “Just don’t stop.”

He didn’t. If anything, it spurred him on, his thrusts even harder and faster, his breath hot against my neck as he buried himself inside me over and over. The friction, the weight of him, the sheer force of our connection—it was overwhelming, consuming, like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“I’m close,” Wes groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as his rhythm faltered. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” I gasped, my own climax building, white-hot and unstoppable.

With a final thrust, Wes came, his body tensing as he came inside me. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my own cum coating both of our stomachs as my body clenched around him. We stayed like that, tangled together, both of us trembling and breathless, until the intensity finally ebbed.

Wes collapsed beside me, his chest heaving, his face glowing with satisfaction. “That,” he said between breaths, “was fucking insane.”

I laughed, my head spinning as I turned to look at him. “We broke my bed.”

He grinned, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Worth it.”

I couldn’t argue with that.