Jasper's Roommate

Chapter Five

We're in Ash's room. Under his fluffy comforter. It smells like him. So do his pillows. And his sheets. And his hair.

I can't stop burying my nose in everything and breathing in deep.

I'm afraid one day I'll forget it.

His arms are tight around me, even though I'm wriggling around, trying to smell everything. He hums every time I snuggle in close to his neck and his good smelling hair.

"Do you want to try it," his voice is a quiet, barely audible rumble.

I don't feel nervous. I feel kind of hard. We just got it off a little while ago. I fingered Ash. He fingered himself while I watched. I jerked myself. He sucked on me. I sucked on him.

It was really good.

I'm feeling that tingly feeling in my stomach just thinking about it.

I think I want to try it.

"Yes," I whisper. My voice is raspy and really quiet. My throat's a little sore from my orgasming so hard.

"Really," Ash sits up a little bit and the comforter slides down. I want to suck on his chest.

"Yeah," I say. My voice is raspier than I thought. I place a hand on his chest and touch his nipples. His breath catches and he closes his eyes. That's his sweet spot. I lean down and suck on one. My fingers play with the other.

"Ahhh," he groans, "get on top of me."

I purr against his chest and nuzzle against him. He lifts me up and pulls me on top of him. He's hard already. I can feel his length even through the fluffy comforter.

"Let me under there," I whisper and suck on his neck. He whimpers and rolls his hips up. I let go long enough for him to yank the blanket out from under me and throw it back up to settle over me.

It's too warm.

But I don't care. I can't stop sucking on him everywhere. He smells so good. And he's getting harder and harder against me. I roll my hips and grind on him. Just a little bit. It feels so fucking good.

"Are you still ready," I ask. My voice sounds so small.

"Yes," he sounds so strained. He wants it. He's hungry for it. He's been waiting so patiently for me. I smile and hump against him pointedly. He chokes on a moan and his fingers dig into the skin of my back. I shiver and kiss slowly down his body. He feels so good under my hands and he smells so good. I can't stop. I can't stop kissing him all over and I'm sinking lower and lower.

His cock is poking me in the chest. So I duck my head and suckle the tip. I'm still wary about sucking on his actual cock. I can get the head in my mouth and sometimes I lick it. I'll lick it until he's writhing around and whimpering and close to tears and then I kiss him and jerk him off and he comes hard all over my hand.

But now I just suck a little bit and let it go. I move down to his balls and suck a little bit there too. He jolts and rolls his hips against my mouth. I like seeing him like this. I like that it was me would made him feel like this. I feel my heart swell up and I have so much energy. Where do I go with it? I just want to be all over him. So close like I could melt into him and be part of him forever.

I settle in between his thighs and he lifts his legs up over mine. My fingers trail past his balls, down to his hole. I stick my fingers inside. There's still lube here. He's soft and hot around me. He moans and tilts his hips up higher. My jaw is hanging slack from my face but I don't even care. Ash pushes the lube bottle into my hand and I squeeze out some onto my fingers. I work them gently into Ash's hole.

He looks good like this. Writhing beneath me. His face so clearly showing overwhelming pleasure. I want to kiss him some more, but I have to wait.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, please," he begs. I feel a jolt of pleasure and energy race down my torso and electrify my cock.

"Okay," I say. I pull my fingers out and scootch up closer to him. I have to stare down and guide my penis in with my hand. It's kind of embarrassing. It falls out a couple times, but finally the head catches and I eagerly push in before it can fall out again.

"Ahh! Slower, please, a little slower. Let me get used to it," Ash gasps, almost sitting up after the first push.

I wince and stop. His breathing slows back down and he seems mostly relaxing, so I inch in a little farther. He whimpers and grabs my hand, squeezing hard.

"Too much," I ask timidly.

"Just right."

I relax a little and push in a little farther. He feels really good around me. And looks so pretty. His dark hair fanned around his head on the pillow. It's dim in here. Ash is a romantic and only has candles lit in here for light. But I can still see his cheeks pinking beneath the dark, thick fan of his ridiculous eyelashes.

I push a little more. And a little more. Until I'm all the way in and I think I'm about to come right then and there. It's so hot and tight and the sensation is so, so much.

"Just wait, just wait," Ash is whispering and his voice is so soothing. I try to focus on that instead of blowing my load.

"Okay. You can move. But start slow. And then build up to going faster."

"Okay," I rub my thumb over his pretty knuckles. He hums and pushes down on me and I can't help but move.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good. And Ash is moaning and arching his back up off the bed. He looks so pretty. And debauched. I hump in and out slowly, setting up a smooth, shallow rhythm. Finally, I can lean down and kiss him. His pushes back eagerly. He's so hungry.

He wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me closer, licking into my mouth and that feels good too. Then his hand dances down and greedily grabs at my ass. As I'm pulling out a little, he pushes me back in. Harder than I would have done when he just told me to go slow.

"Ash. Supposed to be slow. I don't want to hurt you." I know exactly how badly I could hurt him here. Before we ever did this, I researched it.

"Come on, please. I'm ready now," he cajoled.

"No," I continue my steady building pace. He drops back with a huffy little grunt and pouts at me. I shrug and keep going.

Soon, I've built up a steadier pace. I'm going in harder and deeper and faster. Ash whines and whimpers and moans out of control. His hands are twisting in the sheets and he tosses his head back and forth.

"Harder," he demands. I can't help it. I oblige him. I'd give him anything. I go harder. I have to grip him to keep us both in place with the force of my thrusts.

"Harder!"

I'm rutting hard against him now. His moans are climbing higher and higher, like he might stop breathing eventually.

"HARDER!"

That's it. I lose control. I dig my nails in and hump like a man possessed. It feels good. It feels too fucking good. I can't even keep another thought in my head. It only feels like I'm chasing something. Something so close and I just have to have it.

My cock is slamming in and out of him and he's screaming. But not like a fear scream or a pain scream. It's a love scream. A sex scream.

He comes all over us. I slow down and pull out. I jack my cock fast and hard until I'm coming all over us too. He's laying flat on the bed, his eyes shut, and his mouth hanging open with his breaths heavy. I flop over next to him and twist my hand into his. He holds my fingers weakly and grins.

"How was it," I ask.

"Divine. And you?"

"Spectacular."

"Good."

Note: Should I write more???? Or just write a little ending now??? I don't know!!! (Is anybody even reading this?)