The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part XXXVI: Think This Bed Can Take It?

Blake

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Blake moaned, fingers tangled in Liam's hair.

Most thoughts of anything other than Liam's tongue on her asshole and the bridge of his nose rubbing against her lips had fled Blake's head long ago. It took all her remaining brain power to keep from digging her fingernails into Liam's scalp so hard that he bled as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck," she breathed, eyes squeezed shut, "Please. Keep going. Please, Liam."

Blake's eyes fluttered open as she thought she heard something from Liam, and she glanced down past her breasts, stomach, and mound to his eyes. They were closed, giving him an almost peaceful look, at first. After a few seconds, however, as though he knew she was looking at him, his beautiful blue eyes opened and captured her gaze. The way Liam's eyes sparkled and smoldered as he looked at her sent a wonderful, comforting warmth through Blake, and she smiled down at him, cupping his head in her hands for a moment rather than clutching it as she rode his face.

Then his eyes twinkled, and before Blake could wonder at what that meant, she felt Liam's tongue spread her ass and thrust deep inside her.

It wasn't as purely pleasurable it would have been with her pussy, but it was just so fucking hot. Blake had already worked herself up a lot eating Liam's ass earlier, and though Liam had yet to touch her clit, or her g-spot, or stretch out her pussy with his cock, she was so fucking close.

The pre-orgasmic fog that permeated her mind gave rise to a devious way to make herself get off even sooner, and Blake moved her hands from Liam's head to the railing behind his pillow. She angled her hips just right, and started to grind over his face.

A muffled moan from Liam as his hands gripped her ass tight told her that it was definitely the right move. His tongue was a bit less precise in getting her asshole, but with every circle of her hips, Blake brushed her clit against the bridge of Liam's nose.

Yes. So. Fucking. Close.

She moved her hips faster. And faster. And—

Blake yelped, tightening her grip on the railing and her thighs around Liam's head as his bed shook. It Was a little violent at first, then just wobbled a bit more than she was comfortable with.

A muffled groan and Liam's repeated tapping against her ass made Blake remember where she was and what she'd been doing, and she half-jumped back off Liam's face so that she straddled his chest, worried she'd squeezed too hard or nearly suffocated him.

She looked down, taking his face in her hands—

Only to find him laughing.

Blake's indignation mixed with her arousal and the lingering worry that the bed would collapse in a way that almost made her head hurt.

"The fuck do you think is so funny?"

Liam grinned up at her, pulling his arms out from where she'd trapped them with her legs to rest his hands on her thighs.

Fuck, he looks incredible.

His hair was a mess, his eyes sparkled, and his nose and mouth shone with a mixture of his spit and her juices.

Her pussy clenched at the sight, still hungry for an orgasm.

"You're definitely not used to a lofted bed," he said, laughter still coloring his voice, "We're close enough to the commuter rail that the beds at least shake when it goes by. You also--"

He cut off, and somehow blushed despite the position and wetness of his face.

Blake arched an eyebrow, "I also?"