Don't Blame Me | BxB

1 | WHO THE HELL IS IN MY BED?! (Henry)

The sound of someone snoring was the thing that startled me awake this morning along with the obvious presence of someone else spooning me. My heart instantly started to race because I didn't know who had his arms wrapped around my lower torso. The panic finally set in when I felt his cock press against my butt. The guy had literal morning wood and I could feel myself growing.

When I reached for the covers to peek underneath my face turned pale because we were both naked and there was clear evidence that we had sex dried on my stomach. This is the fucking last time I get hammered, I thought to myself. My smile sunk when I realized who it was in my bed. Owen Quinn. My roommate.

Isn't he straight? I asked myself I tried to collect myself. That was easier said than done. I reached for my glasses that were on my desk and caused the bed to creak. That creak was literally like a pin dropping in the room. That is how quiet I was trying to be. I didn't want to wake him up and completely freak him out. I doubt he'll remember what we did last night, honestly neither did I.

Owen would unequivocally be losing his shit soon if I didn't find a way out of this, but his arms felt so good around me. Plus the way his cock was tucked between my cheeks was making me sweat. I tried to move away from him but his gripped tightened around my waist causing my breath to hitch.

"Mhmmm," he groaned into my back and I could feel his nose drawing circles into my neck. "Holy shit." His eyes must over just opened and holy shit is right. I kind of just froze in the moment and couldn't bring myself to look at him. But he surprised me by allowing his hand to wander lower. He must've thought I was still asleep because he stopped. "Henry are you wake?"

The entirety of my body tensed up and he instantly knew I was, "yeah, just wasn't sure if that was a good 'holy shit' or a bad 'holy shit'."

"I don't know, you tell me," he rubbed his cock between my cheeks on purpose erupting a loud enough moan to make him cover my mouth. "Not so loud, we don't need to wake everyone up." As he said that his fingers started to linger their way down to my cock. His fingertips grazed my mushroom tip purposely to get a reaction out of me. "You're leaking."

Out of nowhere I felt the pleasure of his tongue on my neck and his lips covering every inch. I instinctively rocked against him flashes of last night flooding my vision. I could remember how he tasted and how it felt to have him inside of me. But for the life of me I didn't remember how I got him to go to bed with me.

"It's like your hole was made for my cock," he whispered in my ear as he positioned his cock right at it. I moaned in anticipation and he just chuckled at me. "Seems like you just horny as you were last night."

He circle his cock against my hole making my entire body shiver. "Mhmm," I tried to conceal my moans because the walls in our dorm room were paper thin.

"I'm going to slide my cock back inside of you now, but you need to stay quiet," he instructed and all I could was nod. I shoved my face down into the pillow as I felt Owen pressing the entire weight of his body into mine. He cock pushed roughly into me as he began to stretch me out. "Fuck baby, your hole is so tight still."

The only thing I was capable of doing was letting my eyes roll to the back of my head as his cock pressed up against my prostate. I wanted to moan as loudly as I could but I controlled myself. He reached around and began to stroke me as he thrusted in and out of me.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"Fuck," Owen panted. His cock filled me up so nicely. The bed started to creak loudly. There was no way no one heard it and that was when he started to lose control. "I don't care anymore."