The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part LXXI: Good Boy

LXXI: Blake

Blake

"Alright. What do we do?"

Blake grinned and her wonderful, amazing boyfriend. Then she pushed him back on her bed and pressed her hands against his abs for a moment, drinking him in before she went for his fly. Thankfully, it didn't give her any trouble. If it had, Blake probably would have ripped Liam's jeans off.

He lifted his hips, and Blake hooked her fingers beneath both waistbands, pulling off his jeans and his boxers. He moaned as the fabric slid down over his hips, making Blake's pussy clench with anticipation. Once those were off, Blake hesitated just long enough to appreciate Liam's wonderful naked form—especially his hard, erect cock—before climbing on top of him and taking his face in her hands. She kissed him.

Blake wasn't as rough as she'd been in her little fantasy-dream last night, but a bit rougher than usual, nipping at Liam's lower lip, using her tongue more, giving him less openings to stop and breathe for a moment.

His hands cupped her face at first, then traveled down her body over her hoodie, tracing her curves. When they reached the hem, they dipped under, and Blake smirked against Liam's lips when his hands touched her bare skin and froze.

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, and found them wide and smoldering with arousal. His cock was hard and warm against her thigh.

"You're not wearing anything underneath," he breathed, voice thick, hands settling on the curve of her hips.

Blake grinned, "I am pretty comfortable with nudity, in case you hadn't noticed. I don't wear a lot of clothes when I'm all comfy and relaxed."

Liam gazed at her for a moment, then swallowed. His hands stayed on her hips, his fingertips points of heat that radiated arousal through Blake's body.

"But you came out to talk with me. And you were mad."

Blake put a hand on his chest to steady herself, and ran the other through his hair.

"I'm comfortable with you even when I'm mad at you, silly boy," she said, "Now are you going to get this off me, or just sit there staring? I look way better with it off, and I'm going to get way too hot in this with what I have planned."

Liam grinned, "You always look incredible."

Blake's throat tightened.

Four simple words. She didn't think they were true, but she knew Liam meant them.

Her heart swelled, a wonderful warmth spreading through her, and she couldn't help digging her nails into his chest just a bit.

He shouldn't be able to just do that so easily.

"Just get this thing off me," she said, trying to hide the effect he'd had on her.

Liam practically tore the hoodie off her, and sparks crackled between Blake's legs. Liam's sweetness had made her fall for him, but the little things like that made her all the more desperate for him.

So did the way he looked at her.

Blake didn't think she would ever get used to the way Liam looked at her naked body, and she hoped she never did. The way his eyes moved over her body, filled with arousal, desire, and a hint of awe and joy, made his gaze almost a physical caress. It made Blake want to kiss him, touch him, cling to him. Anything just to be closer to him.

You have a plan tonight, though. You can't just jump him.

Not tonight, at least. The part of her fantasy where she'd jumped on top of Liam and ridden his cock hard and fast...that she could maybe do before they left for break. Just to see his reaction and leave him with another thing to fantasize about while they were apart.