Fucking my roommate’s brother wasn’t something I’d planned. But this past weekend one thing led to another, and suddenly we were falling into bed together.

Our flirtation started after a late-night hangout session. Alana announced she was tired and headed to bed. We eventually followed suit, but sleep wasn’t on the menu.

A misplaced hand on a thigh was the pebble that started the avalanche. I’d leaned over Bobby to put my glass on the coffee table and wound up resting my hand on his leg instead of the couch cushion.

Any awkwardness evaporated the second our eyes met. We both looked at one another with unadulterated lust.

Alana could sleep through an explosion, so I didn’t bother to lead Bobby to my bedroom right away. Instead, I took my time exploring every bit of his body with my hands, sparking a good, old-fashioned makeout session — the kind with lots of moaning and dry humping.

I haven’t used the phrase “good kisser” in years, but damn, Bobby was one. He made it seem effortless. His lips and tongue worked together in perfect harmony; all I had to do was follow his lead.

When he moved his mouth down to my neck, I slipped my hand underneath his shirt and skimmed my fingers over his firm abs. I glided down to the waistband of his jeans and laid my fingers over its button.

“May I?” I asked, not thinking for a second that I’d be denied.

“Please,” he said breathlessly. He rocked his hips, bumping my wrist with his bulge.

My hands moved like lightning. The button popped open with a quick twist of my wrist. My fingers brushed the elastic band of his boxers. I wanted to get under there, too. I tugged his zipper open and shimmied his pants down his hips. Without the stiff denim constraining it, Bobby’s dick sprung forward, peeking out of the fly of his boxers.

I curled my fingers around his shaft and pumped it with my fist. His velvety skin slid easily along my palm, and I was overcome by a sudden longing to taste him.

“Oh, I wanna suck your dick, Bobby,” I nearly moaned as I confessed my desire.

“No one’s gonna stop you.”

I lowered my head and swiped my tongue around the dome of his dick. A tiny bead of clear pre-come had collected at its center. I lapped it up and hummed with pleasure as its saltiness exploded on my tongue.

Sucking cock is one of my favorite sexual acts. Taking a strong man’s dick down my throat makes me feel infinitely powerful. There’s just nothing like reducing a man to a blithering mess using little more than my mouth.

Yes, I’m quite the connoisseur of cock. It’s a badge of honor I wear proudly.

Years of deep-throating dick meant I could make Bobby’s above average shaft disappear in seconds. At one point, I took him so deep my lips caressed his balls, and over-excited Bobby raised his hips, so his cock touched the back of my throat.

I would have smiled if I could have. A satisfied hum was all I managed, but Bobby seemed to really appreciate that. In fact, he groaned so loud I wondered if we’d get caught. But I was already in too deep to care much about that — all I cared about was taking Bobby’s come.

Seeing how he reacted to my lips brushing against his balls made me cup his nutsac and lightly graze it with my fingertips. Bobby’s ass rose off the couch in response to my gentle caress. Amused, I stroked him again, just a little bit harder.

“Oh fuck,” Bobby gasped. He wound his fingers through my hair and held my head steady. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck,” he muttered.

Every expletive was marked by another powerful thrust of his dick deeper down my throat.

When I ventured down beneath Bobby’s balls, things got even more interesting. I pressed my knuckles against the center of his taint and rubbed it in tiny circles.

Although my mouth was a bit too full for dirty talk, I found myself thinking the phrases I wished I could utter out loud, like Oh yeah, you like that don’t you? and You love when I manhandle your balls, you filthy boy.

He seemed so close to coming. I couldn’t wait to feel his hot cream filling my mouth and rushing down my throat.

Time seemed to slow down. Bobby’s hips stilled while the muscles in his thighs tensed. His fingers flexed against my scalp, and the next thing I knew, a burst of come shot across my tongue. I hummed as even more of his thick cream shot into my mouth. He grunted and released his grip on my head. He was still panting, but his body seemed to relax after his final orgasmic burst.

With Bobby thoroughly satisfied, I eased his dick out of my mouth. Our eyes connected as I licked a stray bit of come off of my lip. I grabbed his hand and stood, pulling him up as I said, “Let’s take this to my bedroom.”

He seemed to be lost in a post-coital daze, but he nodded and followed close behind me.

Bobby perked up after we crossed the threshold. He pulled the door closed behind us, then he spun me around and backed me up against it. He slapped his hands on the door, caging me in and pinning my hips with his pelvis.

“It’s my turn now,” he murmured against my lips. “Kiss me, Lindsay. Let me taste my come on your tongue.”

His mouth crashed into mine. Our lip-lock was rough, hot and just a little messy. I couldn’t wait for him to show the same oral attention to my pussy.

Bobby broke the kiss long enough to whip my shirt over my head. That’s when he found something new to distract him — well, two new somethings. My boobs were propped up in lace demi cups that temptingly offered them up. Taking in the view, Bobby let out a long whistle and said, “Those are some truly beautiful tits.”

He didn’t bother to pull down the bra’s cups. Instead, he sought out my nipple through the flimsy lace fabric and sucked on it hungrily. He grabbed my other breast, and his thumb and forefinger closed around my nipple, pinching it hard.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

My nipples basically act like buttons that command my pussy to lube up. They’re super sensitive and love stimulation. Oral or digital, it doesn’t matter. Showing my tits plenty of attention is a surefire way to make me wet.

Bobby’s mouth remained firmly attached to my breast as he reached around my back and unfastened my bra. The garment fell down around my sides, yet he still kept sucking, making me so fucking hot that I writhed against him.

Then he finally dropped down to his knees and let my bra flutter to the floor. He rolled my leggings and thong down my hips, thighs and calves. I raised each foot in turn to help him free me from the tight spandex and my soaked thong.

His hands skated back up my legs. He nuzzled my furry mound, rubbing his nose against my clit.

“You smell fucking incredible,” he groaned. “And I love a full bush.”

He combed his fingers through my pubic curls, pushing them back to expose my slit.

“Do you like getting your clit licked, Lindsay?”

“Yes, and I wish you’d do it right now.”

Bobby let out a soft chuckle.

“Far be it from me to deny such a good cocksucker what she wants.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit and gave it a wiggle, then he trapped the bud in between his lips and started to suck and hum.

I slapped my palms against the door and rolled my hips, rubbing my wet pussy all over Bobby’s handsome face.

“Don’t fucking stop!”

I hooked one leg over his shoulder and bucked toward his mouth. Bobby’s fingers breached my gash and pistoned into my pussy hole. He hooked his fingers and pressed against my inner wall, and that’s when I really went wild. I bounced up and down, riding Bobby’s fingers and face.

There was only one thing missing, and I let him know by demanding, “Finger my ass, too, Bobby.”

He yanked his fingers from my pussy and circled his wet digits around my backdoor, lubing it up before sinking inside. He used the fingers of his free hand to plunder my pussy and fucked me in both holes at once. That and the repeated taps of his tongue against my clit drove me crazy.

“Oh, Bobby!” I cried out as my pussy began to quiver. My cunt muscles rippled around Bobby’s fingers as he continued ramming them in and out of me.

“Harder! Harder!” I demanded.

All of his efforts had me right on the cusp of coming. All I needed was one good push to fall over the edge — and he was up for the challenge.

Bobby’s rapid-fire tongue flicks against my clit were my undoing. My skin tingled with an electric energy that left the hairs on my arms standing on end. I surrendered to the ecstasy welling up inside me and let it carry me away on waves of bliss.

After my pleasure had ebbed, Bobby scooped me up and carried me to the bed. This time, when we kissed it was my flavor we shared.

We didn’t get much sleep that night as we fucked over and over again. I came more times than I could count.

All I can say is, the next time Alana asks if her brother can visit, she’ll get an enthusiastic yes from me!