Roommate Relations Ch. 02

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TripleL
TripleL
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"Mmmm hmmm," Jess hummed against Ian's cock, and that drove him over the edge. His nostrils flared and he bit his lower lip as his cock throbbed once, twice in her mouth, before erupting with a huge wad of hot, salty-sweet cum. Jess knew what to expect, having seen him cum when she stroked him in his room, and started swallowing immediately. But she was still nearly overwhelmed by Ian's copious load; she started to cough and choke as she struggled to swallow it down. Thin lines of white spilled out of her mouth and onto her pumping hands; one trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her cheek, and dripped off her chin onto her leg.

When he was finished, Ian exhaled heavily. "Wow," he said, panting. "Just wow. That was incredible, darling." Jess found herself beaming with pride as she let go of Ian's cock and let it slide out of her mouth, using her fingers to scoop up the excess spunk and licking them clean.

Ian stood up straight and extended a hand to Jess, helping her rise from her seat. "Why don't you take a minute to freshen up, before going back out? I'll follow a few minutes later. Then we can both ditch the dead weight and meet up at my place," he said. Jess nodded and turned to the mirror.

The woman she saw looking back at her was red-faced with exertion, with her lipstick slightly smeared and thin trails of moisture down her cheeks. She realized she must have teared up a bit while she was sucking on Ian's cock, without noticing it. Her lips, normally full and inviting, were a bit swollen and redder than usual. The thing that surprised her was her eyes—they were wide and alive with excitement.

Ian, standing behind her, put a hand on her shoulder and kissed the top of her head in a curiously affectionate manner. "I'll see you tonight?" he asked, almost shyly. Jess met his gaze in the mirror and smiled at him. "Yes—but how can I get to your room without Kyle knowing?"

Ian thought for a moment. "Tell him you're upset about inviting me to sit with you and go back to your dorm. Call me and I'll let you into our building and make sure he doesn't spot you."

"All right," she replied. Then she narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror and set her jaw. "This is just a one-time thing. Don't go thinking I'm going to start sleeping with you all the time. I'm doing this for Kyle."

Ian smirked at her. "Of course, little lady. Now don't you think you should head back out to your date before they get suspicious?"

Jess left the bathroom to rejoin Kyle, thinking about her planned rendezvous with Ian with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

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Just over an hour later, Jess found herself standing outside Ian and Kyle's dorm waiting for Ian to get the door. Every little noise made her jump slightly, fearing discovery. She had changed her clothes, replacing the blue sundress she had been wearing with a more dressed-down look. Now she was in a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. But underneath, she had put on some of her sexier lingerie—although she suspected that what counted as sexy underwear by her standards wouldn't impress Ian much. Still, though, she made the effort.

She waited outside the dorm for what felt like an age, but was in reality only a few minutes. When Ian opened the door, she scampered inside quickly, ducking under his arm even before he had the door fully open.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to get in to my bed," Ian said, chuckling quietly. Jess gave him what she hoped was a withering glare in response.

"You don't have to be such an ass all the time, you know," she said. "I think I could get to like you if you weren't such a gigantic dick."

"Are you sure about that, little lady? I think you like your men to be gigantic dicks, down deep inside. And if they happen to have one too... well, I think we both know that you've been looking for that for a while."

Jess rolled her eyes. "Please. I'm only doing this for my boyfriend, so he can get some peace. Let's get it over with." She turned to head up to Ian's room, but stopped before leaving the room. She looked back at him over her shoulder. "And besides, I bet you're going to tap out first. I'm going to rock your world."

That got a wide grin from Ian, who followed her upstairs until they reached his floor. Then he took the lead, ensuring that the hall was clear so she could make it to his room unobserved. He held the door for her, dipping his head in a small, gentlemanly bow as she swept past him, then closed the door behind him.

For a moment the room was almost silent as they looked at each other. Ian was still wearing the same clothes he had on at dinner—a dark blue polo shirt and khakis, a combo that made him look like a young executive fresh from the yacht club. Ian looked away first, going to his computer to turn on some music—a loud, fast piece, heavy on the guitars and drums. Jess gave him a quizzical look.

"You don't want Kyle knowing you're here, right? So we need to drown out any noises you make."

"What makes you think I'll be making noises at all?" she replied, challenging him.

"They always do," said Ian. "Now get over here. I want to get you out of those boring clothes." Jess found herself obeying him, crossing the room to stand in front of him, her face turned up toward his. He reached out and took the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up swiftly and baring her bra-clad breasts.

Ian's jaw practically dropped. Jess's shirt was designed to conceal her body, but underneath she had put on a lacy baby-blue push-up bra that made her D-cups swell up and out invitingly. "Very nice..." Ian muttered. He moved closer to her, doffing his own shirt as he did, revealing his broad, muscular chest and stomach, lean and toned from his time at the gym. Ian slid one arm smoothly around her shoulders and took Jess by her long, brunette hair, pulling back just hard enough to force her face up.

Then he swooped in and kissed her, hard, on the lips. Jess went stiff momentarily from the initial shock from his sudden aggressive motion, but then she melted into his arms, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues dueled inside their mouths, and Jess thought she could feel Ian's heartbeat as she pressed her chest against his.

Ian leaned forward, overbearing Jess slightly and forcing her to hold on to him for balance. As he did he forced one of his powerful legs in between hers, parting her legs and rubbing up and down against the inside of her thighs. She could feel his shaft through his pants as a warm bulge against her leg. Her legs involuntarily tried to squeeze together around his, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter every time his thigh drew near that most tender spot.

When Ian tried to break the kiss, Jess didn't let him at first, trapping his lower lip in between her teeth and keeping him close. He growled and pulled away, and when she let him go, he swung her bodily over to his bed, both of them almost falling onto it and making the frame squeal in protest. He took his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing her, and Jess found herself on her back, her slender, toned legs wrapped around one of his muscular thighs as his lips traced a path of kisses down her neck to the hollow of her throat. One of Ian's hands was still tangled in her hair, but the other had found the clasp of her bra—she could feel his fingers underneath her, pinned to the bed but still working quickly to unhook it and bare her heaving breasts to him. She closed her eyes and arched her back, grinding her cunt against the top of his thigh.

With Jess's body keeping him from removing her bra, Ian got impatient. Jess didn't hear him growl, but she felt the vibrations come up through him as he buried his face in her expansive cleavage. He pushed himself up and took her bra in both hands, his fingers slipping under the cups. Jess had just enough time to gasp before he tore the bra open in front, leaving the cups dangling useless from the shoulder straps and giving him his first viewing of her magnificent breasts.

They were firm and perky despite their large size; Jess had been careful to keep them from sagging. They stood out proudly on her slim chest like two perfect scoops of ice cream, and they were capped with small, eraser-pink nipples, which were standing erect and seemed to beg for a pair of lips to suck on them or for fingers to tweak and tug them gently. Ian stared greedily at her chest, reaching up to cup one pert, round orb of flesh, his thumb coming up to brush across her nipple and send a bolt of pleasure from that sensitive spot directly to her (now drenched) cunny.

Ian lowered his head to her chest and began to feast. He pushed her breasts together, bringing each nipple up to his mouth where he lavished attention on it. But he didn't neglect the rest of her bountiful breasts; he squeezed and stroked, licked and kissed, all across their surface while Jess writhed underneath him. Ian knew what he was doing, and he was fully invested in her body. Jess found herself biting back pleasured moans, not wanting to concede to him what effect he was having on her—even as some part of her realized that he must know what she was feeling from her reactions, even if she didn't make a sound.

Just when Jess thought she couldn't take another moment without letting out a groan of pleasure, Ian stopped and stood. She looked at him, confused. "Wh... why did you stop?" she asked.

Ian didn't answer her. He just looked at her, breathing deeply but steadily, his eyes wide, and knelt at the edge of the bed. Jess propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling hypnotically with each breath, and watched as ran his hands up the inside of her legs, stopping just inches from where her thighs met before moving up to the tops of her legs. He moved his hands up further then and undid her pants, before using his teeth to unzip them. With a sharp jerk he pulled them down to midthigh. Then Jess got in on the act as well, shimmying from side to side as he slid her pants down and off entirely.

Now Jess was nude except for her lacy baby-blue thong. Her slender thighs, toned from her time in the gym, parted at his touch, opening for him as he brought his head ever closer to her slit. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin, as he paused just a hair's breadth from her, his eyes on hers.

Jess whispered one word: "Please."

Ian nodded almost imperceptibly, then planted a gentle kiss on the thin fabric covering her dripping cunt. Then, with another low growl, he tore that lovely, lacy scrap of clothing from her body and threw it away. Jess felt a brief moment of pain at Ian's rough handling, but it was almost indistinguishable from pleasure to her lust-addled mind. Before she could process it, Ian had dived in, burying his face in between her legs and going to work with his talented tongue.

His tongue flickered out of his lips to lap once at her slit, then again. His hands, meanwhile, stayed active. His left hand slid up to stroke her side and stomach, while the right remained in place, gently massaging her firm, creamy thigh. She arched her back, pushing against him, as he pointed his tongue and inserted it, just a bit, into her, parting her lower lips with it. Jess was responding to him, as he had wanted. He slid his tongue into her again, and again, and once more, slightly faster and deeper each time, lapping at her pussy in long licks that went from the end of her pussy up to the clitoral hood at the top.

Then Ian moved up slightly, to focus on her clit. He pointed his tongue and began to trace out the letters of the alphabet with it, starting with 'A' and working his way down, being sure to graze her clit with almost every stroke of the tongue. Jess stuffed her fist in her mouth, biting her own knuckles to avoid screaming in pleasure. Her hips bucked as she squirmed and writhed around, her body moving on its own as he drove her to ever-greater heights of pleasure.

When Ian had made it to 'G' Jess had to clap her hands over her mouth as she moaned. By 'N' she could feel the inevitable about to happen. Within moments, Ian drove her over the edge as he slid two fingers into her slit, crooking them toward himself in a come-hither motion, the tips pressing against her G-spot. That, in tandem with his constantly-active tongue, made her cum.

Jess squirmed and twisted, her hips coming off the bed, her juices flowing from her slit into Ian's greedy mouth. Even with her hands over her mouth and Ian's music playing, her groans were clearly audible. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

As she quivered on Ian's bed, he stood and shucked off his pants and underwear. Now naked, he slipped into the bed with her. She opened her eyes, still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her climax, and looked at Ian. He was laying on his side next to her, his head propped up on one arm. There was a small smile on his face—not the smirk she had seen so many times before, but one of seemingly genuine pleasure. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he said.

Jess took her hands away from her mouth and relaxed slightly. She gave Ian a confused look. "Uhhh... thank you, I guess. What brought that on?"

Ian shrugged one shoulder. "Just thought you should know. Most of the women I sleep with are sexy, but you're beautiful."

She rolled onto her side to face him and raised an eyebrow. "So I'm not sexy?" she asked.

"It's not like that, darling. You're sexy as hell. But you're beautiful too." Jess blushed at the compliment. "You ready for the real action?" he continued. Jess nodded, a bit shyly.

Ian rolled toward Jess, deftly slipping his legs inside hers as he drove her onto her back once more. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, resting on her stomach as he looked deep into her brilliant blue eyes. He reached down with one hand and positioned himself at her entrance. The mushroom head of his cock nuzzled at her nether lips for just a moment before parting them, slowly but inexorably.

Jess could immediately feel the difference between Ian and Kyle. Kyle's first time with Jess was slow as well, but it was because he was hesitant and unsure; he felt the need to constantly ask if Jess was enjoying herself. Ian, on the other hand, needed no reassurances; he knew that he was making her feel good, and when he went slowly it was because he wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure. She took in the sight of his well-formed face as he entered her—his lively, confident green eyes, his strong jaw, his lips slightly parted and shiny with her juices—and was suddenly seized by a compulsion to kiss him.

She flung her arms around his neck and lifted herself to him, planting a passionate kiss on his lips, tasting herself on him, just as his oversized cockhead pushed into her, and held the kiss until he had hilted himself in her tight cunt. Only then did she let herself drop back onto his mattress, breathing hard, feeling more full than she ever had before.

Once he was inside her, Ian wasted no time. No sooner had he buried himself in her than he started to pull away from her, much more quickly than he had on that first thrust. Soon he was rolling his hips against her, his shaft driving in and out like a piston, and she was matching him. The rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. She heard his bed creaking as his relentless pounding made it shake and rock and she heard the thudding of his headboard against the wall—sounds she had heard before from Kyle's room, but now she was part of the cause.

Without consciously realizing it, her hand dipped down to her pussy to strum at her clit, although it was hardly necessary—with every thrust, Ian was grinding his pelvic bone against her, and every time he pulled back his veiny shaft and swollen head slid against her g-spot. She was almost overwhelmed by pleasure, and she found herself once again biting back a scream.

Then Ian changed things up; he pushed himself away from her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her lithe body as he pounded her—her tits bouncing wildly on her chest, her fingers dancing across her clit, her eyes wide and sparkling in the dim light, spots of color on her cheeks and chest. Jess wrapped her legs around him to keep him close, but he just pulled her with him as he slid off the mattress to stand at the side of the bed, leaving her hips right at the edge. He took her legs and forced her to unwrap them, so he could pin them together by her ankles and put both of them over one shoulder.

On his next thrust, Jess felt the difference. With her legs together like this, she was much tighter around him; it felt to her like she could feel his pulse through the veins on his monstrous weapon. Ian's weight forced her to bring her knees closed to her chest, which made her lift her hips off the bed in turn. With every thrust, Ian drove her into the mattress; the springs squealed in protest, and Jess found herself squealing in pleasure.

She heard someone breathlessly shouting filthy commands--"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Don't ever stop!"—and realized it was her. Ian was obeying, as well. When she shouted "Harder! Faster!" he did just that, even though she would have thought it impossible. There was a crack as the corner of headboard broke through the drywall, but Ian kept going. "Fucking god! I'm... I'm... I'm..." Jess couldn't speak any more as she came, a loud wordless wail coming from her as her cunt clenched tightly around Ian's conquering weapon. Her juices seemed to gush from her, coating his shaft in her slick honey, dripping from his balls, staining his sheets. But he still didn't stop, and a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first.

Jess couldn't even scream anymore; her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed underneath Ian. Her back arched, and she went rigid, everything in her mind blasted away by Ian's unrelenting fuck. She didn't know how long she was in that state of ecstatic catatonia, but when she came back to herself Ian was still going strong.

Sweat was glistening on his body, and hers as well. There was a new instrument playing its part in the symphony of their sexual congress—a cracking, splintering sound, like wood giving way under repeated, powerful hammer blows. But if either Ian or Jess recognized what that sound meant, they gave no sign; they were both too lost in each other to think about such things.

Before too long, though, matters came to a head: with a splintering crunch, the bed collapsed, its frame shattered by Jess and Ian's vigorous fucking. The side-rails fell away, and the mattress slammed into the ground. Ian fell forward, his cock still buried inside Jess's cunny, and ended up slamming into her with all his weight, burying himself deeper in her than either of them would have thought possible. Jess's eyes went wide, and her mouth opened as she tried to scream, but no sound came out. Ian froze, worried that he might have hurt her—but then Jess exploded into her most powerful climax yet. Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a vise, almost painfully tight, and she started to writhe underneath him as she let out her breath in short, choked screams.

Jess twitched and squirmed for a minute, or perhaps more, before going completely limp. Her legs fell bonelessly off Ian's shoulder, and he slowed his thrusts down to a crawl as she got herself back under control. She looked at him, her eyes glazed, and smiled. "Oh my god... that was amazing," she said, breathlessly.

"I hope you're not fucked out, little lady—I'm not done yet," Ian replied. Before she could answer, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her bodily from the wrecked bed, swinging her over to the wall and practically slamming her against it. She wrapped her legs around him once again as he pinned her up against the wall. She was impaled on Ian's cock, and as her started to drive into her, practically nailing her to the wall, she realized that her hapless boyfriend was only feet away, separated from them by a few inches of cheap drywall, plaster, and wiring. But where this thought would have made her feel ashamed only a few hours before, now it engendered a wicked pleasure.

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