Blake Hart
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Roommate Worship 4
🕑 Added 2025-01-17 15:00:20 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
I froze for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest as my eyes locked on his dick. Seeing it completely hard, It was everything I’d imagined—and more. Long, thick, veiny, and still glistening faintly at the tip, it had a natural curve that made it seem designed for perfection. My throat went dry, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to move, to do something.
“Wes, I—”
“Come on,” he said, cutting me off with a tilt of his head. “You’ve been drooling over me—for this for months.” He pointed to his beautiful specimen. Then continued, “Here’s your chance.”
That was all the encouragement I needed, I had to do this. Finally!
I leaned forward, almost instinctively, my lips parting as I wrapped them around the thick head of his cock. The taste of him—musky, salty, and so distinctly him—hit my tongue like a drug. I moaned softly as I took him deeper, my hand gripping the base to steady myself.
“Fuck,” Wes groaned, his head falling back against the wall. “That’s it, man. Show me how much you want it.”
And I did. I went to town on him with so much enthusiasm it was almost embarrassing, bobbing my head up and down, my tongue swirling around every inch of his meat. My free hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently as I worked him over like a man possessed. Every moan, every gasp, every little twitch of his hips spurred me on, fueling my need to please him, to worship him.
“Shit, Dakota,” Wes grunted, his hand tangling in my hair. “You’re fucking good at this.”
The praise made me happier, than I could ever remember to have been before and I redoubled my efforts, taking him as deep as I could. He thrust slightly, testing my limits, and when I gagged around him, he let out a deep, manly moan that made me harder than I’d ever before.
But just as I felt him start to tense, his breath hitching in that telltale way, he suddenly pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop.
“Wait there, cowboy,” he said, his voice breathless but firm. “I’m gonna nut if you keep going like that, and I don’t want this to be over yet.”
I looked up at him, my lips swollen, my cheeks flushed, my chest heaving with unspent need. “What do you want?”
“I wanna see you,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “Show me yourself, Dakota. We’ve been living together for months, but I’ve never seen you naked.”
The words made my stomach flip. He was staring down at me now, his eyes warm but intense, full of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite name. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet, my legs shaky, my hands trembling as I reached for the waistband of my sweats.
“You sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Wes nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and pushed my pants and boxers down in one motion. They pooled around my ankles, leaving me completely exposed. My cock, already rock hard and aching, stood at attention, throbbing in time with my racing heart.
Wes’s eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my body. He lingered on my chest, my stomach, my cock, his lips quirking into an approving smile. “Damn,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been hiding all this from me?”
I flushed, unsure how to respond. “I didn’t think you’d care.”
“Care?” he said, his tone incredulous. “Dakota, you’re fucking hot. Like, why didn’t you tell me you were packing?”
I felt a laugh bubble up despite the situation. “You never asked.”
Wes grinned, taking a step closer, his cock still hanging heavily between his legs. “Fair enough. Now, come here.”
I obeyed, moving toward him until we were inches apart. He reached out, his hands landing on my hips, his touch warm and grounding. For a moment, he just looked at me, his eyes searching mine, like he was trying to memorize every detail.
“You’re really something else, man,” he said softly, his thumbs brushing against my skin. “Let’s take our time with this.”
And then, without another word, he pulled me closer, his lips crashing into mine in a kiss that was equal parts passion and hunger.
Our lips collided, and my mind went blank. Wes kissed like he lived—boldly, unapologetically, with a confidence that made me melt into him. His hands roamed my sides, gripping me with just enough pressure to make me feel like I was the only thing he cared about in that moment.
When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my forehead resting against his as I tried to steady myself. But Wes wasn’t done. His hands slid down my hips, his fingers curling around my waist as he knelt in front of me. My heart nearly stopped.
“Wes,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “What are you—?”
He glanced up at me, that cocky grin still tugging at the corner of his lips. “Relax, man. I’ve been curious about this for a while. Figure now’s as good a time as any to find out.”
My knees felt like they were about to give out as I watched him lean closer, his breath warm against the head of my cock. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, I thought I might actually combust.
“Tell me if I’m doing it right, okay?” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.
I barely managed to nod before he wrapped his hand around the base of my cock, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips parting as he took me into his mouth.
The first contact was electric—a warm, wet heat that made my entire body jolt. Wes moved tentatively at first, his tongue exploring the head of my cock as he adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. I moaned softly, my hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders to steady myself.
“You’re doing—fuck—you’re doing great,” I managed to choke out.
Wes chuckled around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. Emboldened, he began to take me deeper, his lips sliding down my shaft as his hand stroked what he couldn’t fit. It was clumsy, sure—his teeth grazed me once or twice, and his rhythm was far from perfect—but the sheer novelty of it, the fact that Wes was the one doing this, made it the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced.
He pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening as he caught his breath. “This is harder than it looks,” he said with an almost sheepish grin.
“You’re doing amazing,” I assured him, my voice thick with desire. “Just—just go slow. Take your time.”
He nodded, determination flashing in his eyes as he went back to work. This time, he moved with more confidence, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding back down. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping from my lips—moans, gasps, broken attempts at his name. It felt too good, too intense, like he was unraveling me piece by piece.
When he finally pulled back again, his cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, and he was grinning like he’d just won a game. “How’d I do?”
I let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through my hair as I tried to collect myself. “Wes… that was—holy shit.”
“Good?” he asked, his grin widening.
“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I said, my voice still unsteady. “You sure that was your first time?”
“Yeah,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Guess I’m just a natural.”
I laughed, still lightheaded from the experience. “Yeah, you are.”
Wes stood, his hands finding their way back to my hips as he pulled me into another kiss. This time, it was slower, softer, his lips moving against mine with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my skin.
He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Dakota, Can I?” Then I stopped for a second. My mind went into overdrive for the tenth time today, please let it be….!
Comments
Anthony
OMG, it's so hot and tender... wow dude!
Devin
YES! YES YOU CAN!
