I share a house with a great guy named Chuck.

It’s a pretty big space, so we can each have privacy when we want it. However, since we’re both single and hit it off from the get-go, we don’t often sequester ourselves. In fact, I’d sensed a connection between the two of us from the beginning, and I think we each went out of our way to bump into one another. And as the days and weeks passed, our attraction only grew stronger. Last weekend, our mutual lust became too strong to ignore.

The basement is one of the spaces we share. I’d gone down there last Saturday to do laundry. I’m a total creature of habit, so Chuck had to have known the exact time I’d be down there sorting my colors and whites. Still, I was startled to see him napping on the couch, bare chested and looking yummy. I was so distracted by thoughts of running my tongue along his chiseled abs that I didn’t look where I was going. I bumped into the end table, dropping my basket and swearing loud enough to rouse my roomie from his slumber.

“His hand went into my hair, and he gripped it tight, PULLING me down onto his cock.”

“Hey,” he said in greeting, looking bleary-eyed and adorable.

“What are you doing down here?” I asked, bending down to gather my clothes, which were now scattered all over the floor.

“Oh, I was reading a book and must’ve fallen asleep,” he said unconvincingly. I didn’t see a book anywhere. He rolled off the couch to help me, picking up a pair of pink silk bikinis. He didn’t drop them in my basket. Instead, he held them and rubbed his thumb against the soft, smooth fabric.

Time seemed to stop as I imagined him lowering my cutoffs and running his thumb across the very undies I was wearing. The swish-swish-swish of his fingers against the panties made my pussy go wet. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, but I was at a loss for words.

“These are real pretty,” Chuck said, his appreciation for my panties making his voice raspy. His sexy timbre made goose bumps spring up all over my body. He looked directly at me, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes seemed to glow with erotic hunger, the likes of which I’d never before seen. “What kind of panties are you wearing today?”

My mouth dropped open. It suddenly seemed about 20 degrees hotter in the room. My cheeks felt flushed; I finally found my voice and answered him. “Peach,” was all I could manage to utter.

“Can I see?” he asked, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk I found irresistible.

Without thinking, I stood and unzipped my shorts, slowly lowering the denim to reveal my pretty peach panties. Chuck crawled closer to me and pushed his handsome face up against my silk-covered crotch. He breathed in deeply and growled, making me shiver.

“Beautiful,” he murmured before lapping at my split. I cried out at that first contact. Chuck pushed his hot, wet tongue against me — hard. The damp silk clung to my clit as he grabbed hold of my hips and sucked me madly. I widened my stance, trying to keep my balance as Chuck’s aggressive pussy-eating made me cry out with the quickest and most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life.

I was still gasping and shaking when Chuck stood up, stripped me, and bent me over the couch. In no time, he had his pants down and his dick deep in me. His hand went into my hair, and he gripped it tight, pulling me down onto his cock until we both came explosively.

He’s definitely the best housemate I’ve ever had.

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