I thought I had the whole apartment to myself. My roommate said she wouldn’t be home until late, so I decided to relax the way I usually do when no one’s around. Porn on my phone, pants halfway down, stroking my dick on the couch like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But then the front door clicked open. I froze, my hand is still on my dick but it was too late. She stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto me. There I was, fully caught, stroking myself like some horny bastard who couldn’t wait.
Her mouth fell open for a second before she laughed. “Wow… really? Couldn’t even wait until I was gone for good?” I stuttered, trying to pull my shirt over my lap. “Shit--I thought you were staying out! I--I didn’t know you’d be back.”
She didn’t look mad. Not even close. She smirked, dropped her bag on the floor, and walked closer. “You’re seriously hard right now.” I felt my face burn, but my dick twitched in my hand anyway. “Yeah… guess you caught me.”
She tilted her head, eyes fixed on my dick. “You ever wonder what it’d be like… with me instead of your hand?” That hit me like a fucking truck. I looked at her, trying to figure out if she was joking. But she wasn’t. She was biting her lip, staring like she wanted it.
“Don’t fuck with me,” I muttered, still half-covered, still shaking a bit of nervousness “I’m not,” she said, stepping closer until she was right in front of me. “If you want me to stop, say it.”
I didn’t say shit. Instead, she reached down, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand away. Now it was just her holding my cock, soft fingers wrapping around it like it belonged to her.
“Fuck…” I groaned as she gave me a slow stroke.
“You’re bigger than I thought,” she whispered, while she bend on her knees.
And just like that, her mouth wrapped around my dick. Warm, wet, messy. My hand grabbed the back of her head on instinct, my hips pushing up as she took me deeper. She gagged lightly, but didn’t stop. She wanted this.
When she finally pulled off, her lips shiny with spit, she looked up at me. “You’re not jerking off alone anymore.” I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. She let out a gasp but didn’t resist. My dick slid against her, and her pussy was already fucking wet, dripping like she’d been waiting for this too.
“Fuck me,” she begged, looking back at me with desperate eyes. I pushed in hard, burying myself inside her. She cried out, nails digging into the couch as I fucked her deep. Every thrust was rougher than the last, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
“You like catching me, huh?” I groaned into her ear. “Now you get to feel it.”
“Yes! Don’t stop!” she screamed.
I held her hips tight, pounding her until I felt myself boiling over. She came first, shaking and moaning my name, and the way she clenched around me pushed me over the edge. I came inside her, filling her up while she kept grinding against me.
When it was over, she collapsed on the couch, panting. I fell beside her, still catching my breath. She laughed between gasps. “Best fucking thing I’ve ever walked in on.” @No additions