Roommates With Benefits [BL]

That spot? Yeah... I can feel you tightening around me. So fucking greedy, baby.”

He stayed focused, every thrust landing exactly where it needed to until my thighs shook and my nails left red crescents on his legs.

The slick sound of our bodies drowned out whatever half-hearted insults I tried to throw.

”Is that all you’ve got?” I gasped between breaths, voice cracking as another deep thrust sent pleasure flooding through me. ”I’ve had better.”

No, I had not.

I was basically to a virgin to sex like this before Damien, but I really wanted to fuck me faster... rougher.

”Have you?” It wasn’t a question. His free hand wrapped around my cock, matching the unhurried rhythm of his thrusts, thumb spreading the precum already beading at the tip until every stroke was slick and filthy.

”And here I thought I was your one and only...keep sounding off for me. Don’t hold back. I want to hear how much this cock is ruining you.”

I hated how thoroughly my body betrayed me. Each hard thrust arched my back tighter against his chest; my nipples brushed empty air and ached for attention.

The soft, needy sounds escaping me were anything but defiant, just wet gasps and moans that only encouraged him.

When I tried to pick up the pace, chasing that sharp pressure against my prostate, Damien simply tightened his grip on my waist gard even to leave bruises and forced me back into a slow, grinding roll that left me shaking and frustrated, the full length of him stretching me on every downward thrust.

”Move already,” I snapped, even as I pushed down for more, hole fluttering around him with every retreat.

He cut me off with a deep thrust that dragged a broken sound from my throat, grinding against that spot until my vision blurred.

Then he leaned in and bit down on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

The sting mixed with the relentless drag of him inside me until coherence started to fray; pleasure and a thread of pain twisted together into something that left me dripping.

His hand never stopped on my cock, matching every thrust with firm strokes that smeared more precum down my shaft.

My thighs trembled, struggling to stay open for him.

”You get so damn tight when I do that,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough, words hot over the fresh bite. ”Is this the real reason why you missed me so much? This cock stretching you, hitting that spot?”

His laugh was pure smug satisfaction as his hips rolled again at the same devastating angle.

”With all that attitude, you’re still pushing down like you can’t get enough of me. What am I going to do with you, baby?”

I wanted to argue, but every time he hit that spot my voice cracked mid-insult, turning planned defiance into nothing but broken moans.

The wet sounds of him fucking me grew louder the more worked up I got.

His free hand left my cock just long enough to slide two fingers down and stretch me open wider while he was still buried deep, savoring the way I took him further.

The added stretch made me gasp; my head fell back against his shoulder again.

His arm was the only thing holding me steady as my thighs shook, wide open and helpless.

He controlled everything. Whenever my breathing sharpened and my hips started moving with urgency, he slowed to an almost-still grind, keeping me pinned on his full length until I was cursing him in a wrecked voice, the heat of him pulsing inside me while he denied the friction I craved.

Only when the words turned to reluctant begging...”Damien, p...please, just move, fuck, please faster....”

Only then did he give me the harder, faster thrusts that stole my breath. I clutched his thighs like a lifeline, each snap of his hips pulling filthy sounds from between us.

Looked like all he wanted were the magic words after all.

”Fuck—Damien—” I didn’t even know if I wanted him to stop or keep going.

My cock was leaking steadily over his hand now, every stroke slicker, precum dripping onto my stomach.

Always so close to cumming but being stopped by him whenever I got close enough.

The continuous pressure against my sweet spot had every muscle taut, trembling on the brink. ”You’re doing that on purpose.”

”Obviously.” He sounded amused even as his breathing grew heavier against my neck. ”You make the best sounds when I stay right here and ruin you.”

Another thrust, another jolt that curled my toes.

I was beyond hearing anything except the slide of him inside me, the rhythm of his hand, and the solid heat of his chest against my back.

When he finally decided I’d had enough of the edging, he tightened his grip on my cock and drove into me with short, powerful snaps that demanded surrender.

”That’s it...let me feel it. You’re so close I can sense the way you flutter...come on, Oliver. Give it to me, come on this cock while I fill you up.”

I broke with a sound that had nothing left of the earlier bratty complaints.

The orgasm hit hard enough to blank my thoughts; my body clenched around him in rhythmic pulses as I spilled over his fist and onto my stomach in messy ropes.

He stroked me through it, thrusting into the tight grip of my body, milking every last drop until overstimulation edged into something sharper.

I was still shaking, struggling for breath, when he refused to ease off, fucking me through the aftershocks until soft, overwhelmed sounds spilled out of me and I tried to squirm away from the intensity of feeling so full and sensitive.

”Damien—holy fuck, wait...!”

He held me tighter, arm locked, keeping that deep grind going until I was genuinely begging for a moment’s rest, voice cracked and wet.

”You...you fucker!” I cried out with guttural moan.

Only then did his control begin to slip. His thrusts turned shorter, harder, less precise.

The low sound he made against my neck when he finally came was the most honest thing I’d heard from him all night.

Heat pulsed deep inside me in thick spurts; the excess was already leaking out around us as he stayed buried to the hilt, both of us trembling with the aftershocks.

For a long moment neither of us moved, locked together, breathing hard. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the evidence of how thoroughly he’d claimed me.

Damien pressed soft kisses to my neck and shoulder, still deep inside me, the gentle drag of his mouth over the earlier bite marks making me shiver.

My hole fluttered around his softening cock and drew another low sound from him.

I was completely wrecked...shaking thighs, sticky stomach, muscles loose and oversensitive, hole still stretched and leaking around him and somehow a tiny scrap of defiance surfaced.

”So, is that all you’ve got after two days?”

His quiet laugh was warm with fond amusement.

He tightened his arm just enough to keep me in place and bit down gently where my neck met my shoulder, the pressure grounding me as the mess of him continued to seep out.

”Keep talking like that and I’ll start the second round before you can even catch your breath.”

I should have had a retort ready, but I was way too scared for the safety of my poor innocent ass to say much.

Instead I let my head fall back against his shoulder, too tired to pretend I wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be..

full, marked, probably bruised, and thoroughly wrecked by the man who had come back to me.