Sharing More than Just Rent

I let out an exasperated sigh as I leisurely ran the soap suds over my body. I was bored and unsatisfied so I decided to take my time and enjoy the process this time, fondling my breasts as I massaged them with the slippery water. When that was done, I turned my head slightly upward and let the water streak down my face and onto my body. As I began to touch myself, I started thinking about Ian. Ian and I had been roommates for a little over a year now. He was a big guy -- not so much in the muscular way but not overweight either; he was just naturally a tall, large presence. He was living with me in student accommodation, so he must have looked older than he actually was. I would never mention it to him as I had always been a shy girl, but I had to admit that he turned me on. I was lacking in male company and spending most of my time studying to improve my grades, which only ignited my infatuation further.

I was 19 and slender with firm, round breasts and wide hips, but nevertheless I remained relatively insecure because I had only recently grown into my hourglass form. Before that, I was basically a stick figure in school. My name was literally Jane, and so the nickname "Plain Jane" was a favourite amongst my classmates. This meant that I never had much confidence and hadn't been with many guys. Despite this, I still had my desires and as I stepped out of the shower I glanced through the crack of my slightly open door to see Ian at the dining table. He didn't notice me but I couldn't help but feel a longing tingle between my inner thighs.

As I stepped out of my room to use the kitchen, he looked up from his now finished dinner and shot a glance at me, almost as if he was still hungry. I was wearing nothing but a thin pink towel around my body; just enough material to cover my nipples and my butt. My brown hair was still in wet tendrils clinging to the damp skin of my body. You'd think this would have been inappropriate but it was the norm now -- we often walked around it towels. Besides, he hadn't made a move in all this time and I was pretty sure nothing was bound to happen. Still, I could've sworn I felt the raw sexual tension in the air.

I stood at the sink and turned the tap on hot, as it was my turn to do the dishes. Ian moved up behind me and added his plate to the pile in the quickly-filling sink. To my surprise though, he didn't move after he had disposed of his plate. I didn't know what to make of it, but the steam from the hot, soapy water and the fact that it was a humid summer night wasn't helping as I began to sweat and my cheeks flushed red.

"Wouldn't want to miss out," I tried to break the silence, referring to the dish.

After a few seconds had passed and he moved in closer to me, I realised he may have interpreted what I had said differently. I wasn't moving away though, and that simple fact was all the affirmation he needed as he slid a hand under my towel to stroke the lips of my already-wet pussy. I let out a sharp gasp as he gently flicked my swollen, throbbing clit. It had been so long. Ian was usually nothing but polite to me so I wasn't used to him being this daring. I realised that this was a new Ian I was experiencing as I felt his erect penis boldly press into me from behind, separated only by his clothing and my towel.

No more words were needed. We both knew what the other was thinking and what had been on our minds for a very long time. He spun me around, dropped my towel and began kneading my breasts, which I was secretly glad to finally show off. He leaned down and sucked my nipples which quickly became erect between his lips and ever-moving tongue. That area was extremely sensitive for me so it made my excitement mount quite quickly. Part of me couldn't believe this was actually happening -- the countless lonely nights I had spent masturbating while I imagined this very scene. But as I held his head and shoved it further into my breasts, I knew this time that it was real. I felt the bristles on his chin brush harshly against my white, soft, exposed flesh. I ran my fingers through his dark hair as he tended to each of my nipples in turn.

When he was finally done, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I hurriedly pulled his shirt from over his head and ran one of my hands over his bare chest, letting my fingers get entangled in his chest hair. He reached behind me and in a single great motion swept all the plates from the counter until they crashed to the floor. A lot of them smashed but we didn't care. He sat me on the counter and I began to undo his belt but the fiddly thing was taking too long. He noticed this and took charge, practically tearing it open. As I watched, his hard, eager cock sprung free and I immediately began working my hands up and down the long, thick shaft, all the while inching it ever-so-slowly towards my awaiting pussy. On one hand I wanted the foreplay to last as long as possible, but on the other hand I had waited long enough and I was so ready to have him fill me up.

Ian didn't resist and once he saw what I was doing. He grabbed his cock himself and began tapping it against my clit. Words cannot describe what that did to me. Sparkling sensations branched out all over my body and I started to notice my vision become blurred as I became enraptured with the excitement. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him in me now. But as he prepared to enter, I realised something crucial; I wasn't on any contraception. Being the introvert that I am, I knew I wouldn't be getting many guys and had never bothered to take the pill.

"Stop!" I yelled. "I don't want to get pregnant!"

But he was too far gone. I could see the animalistic look in his eyes and knew it was too late. Words would not reason with him but I had to escape. Despite how blindingly good it felt now, I knew I would regret it later. I began to struggle in order to get away from him by digging my nails into his skin, but my thin body was no match against his huge frame. He put all his weight on top of me and pinned me between himself and the counter top. It nearly blew the wind out of me and I had no time to catch my breath before he mounted me and began to hump his was towards his orgasm. I tried to kick him off but my legs were spread on either side of him and were useless.

His cock stretched the walls of my tight pussy and I felt every movement inside of me. Slow and rhythmic and first, I could distinctly feel the head of his cock push as deep as it could go before carefully withdrawing and leaving behind the most incredible sensations along my inner walls. Although I had longed to feel his bare skin against mine ever since we moved in together, I was now desperately trying to fight past the undeniable elation and stop the inevitable. Not only this, but I was having my doubts about his character in general: what kind of man would ignore a woman's request to stop?

These thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as he started to pick up the pace. Before I knew it he was pounding me with all his strength and I was involuntarily arching up to meet his eager thrusts. My breasts rolled up, down and around as he fucked me hard, and I could hear the slap of my bare ass against the now soaked counter top. That sound along with his grunts and my moans was quickly bringing me towards my climax. I reached down and began touching myself furiously, but just as we were both about to come he stopped and pulled out. I was both relieved and distraught at the same time; it was maddening.

"My room," were the two words he whispered. It was obvious he was not done with me just yet.

In this small window of clarity and sanity I tried to protest again. "We can't do this. Didn't you hear me? I'm leaving, Ian." I attempted to wriggle out from underneath him.

Ian was having none of it. "My sweet, sexy, gorgeous Jane. You know you want it," he murmured as he grabbed my wrists and cuffed them together with his own large, firm hands. He forced me off the counter and walked with me in front of him towards his bedroom. The shattered kitchen-ware on the floor preventing me from moving too much in my struggles. I fought against his iron grip as best I could but he overpowered me without even needing to try. When we got to his bed, he shoved me down on all fours and wasted no time. He moved behind me on the bed and teasingly placed his cock at my entrance.

"So, do you still want me to stop?"

"Yes! Please Ian, we're friends. Please stop, for me," my pleas seemed to have no effect on him and instead he began tracing up and down between my lips with the tip of his cock.

"How about now?"

"I... I... Please, God..." was all I could muster up. He then started tracing the head of his cock up my opening and rotated it around my clit.

"Come on, baby. Beg me to fuck you."

"N-no..." I felt my body quivering.

"Do it! Beg me!"

"Oh God, fuck me!"

Without warning or hesitation he rammed his cock into my pussy from behind. He leaned over and cupped my rocking breasts with one hand and moved his other hand down my abdomen and began to finger my trembling clit. "I noticed you liked this, huh?" All I could manage was a moan in agreeance. He continued to use his hands, moving them from my breasts to my pussy to slapping my rear and finally using them to pull my hair back as he fucked me from behind. He was going at it rough and fast with almost no time between thrusts and was riding me like a bull at a rodeo. Part of me was still trying to buck him off for being such a jerk, but a bigger part of me was screaming his name in ecstasy and riding back and forth with him. He continued to hold my hair back like reigns with one hand and slapped my butt with the other, which I felt with a short, sharp sting each time.

Wholly surrendering to the buzz now, I decided to let him completely hold me up by my hair as I lifted my supporting hands off the bed and began playing with my own breasts like I had done earlier in the shower, twisting and rubbing my plump, erect nipples. The mix of the pain from my pulled hair, the intense heat sweeping over me to the point where I thought I might black out, and the thrill of having my roommate finally using me like an animal was almost too much. I was crazed and deranged by the sensations to the point where I couldn't think straight and nothing else mattered in that moment. Up and down, back and forth we rode until I finally heard him let out a long, drawn-out cry. I felt his warm release deep inside which simultaneously made me orgasm and our screams melded into one intense rush of pleasure and pain.

We collapsed in a wet, hot heap. Completely spent, we gasped for air laboriously. "Sorry, I just really needed dessert," he panted apologetically.