Wet heat locking tight around him
Faye’s knees hit the hardwood and Levi’s back slammed into the counter behind him, the towel already gone, already forgotten on the floor between them. Her mouth found him before either of them said a word about it. The wet heat locked tight around his cock, tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deep in one frantic slide. Saliva coated him immediately. Her lips stretched wide around the girth of him. He felt every inch of that slick grip and his hand shot out, palm slapping the counter for balance.
Two years of walking past each other in towels. Two years of pretending the thin walls didn’t carry every sound. Levi’s brain snagged on that thought for exactly one second before her throat contracted around the head of his cock and every rational thought went white.
His hand fisted in her hair, dragging her down another inch. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me alone.” The words came out rough, scraped raw. He thrust once into her throat. She gagged but stayed on it, didn’t pull back, sucking harder instead, cheeks hollowing around him like she’d been starving for exactly this.
Faye had told herself for months this was a bad idea. Roommates didn’t do this. Roommates kept separate grocery shelves and didn’t think about the shape of each other’s mouths. All of that logic evaporated the second she’d caught him half-dressed in the hallway, water still dripping down his stomach, and something in her chest had just snapped clean through.
She tasted the clean soap and salt of him, the faint bitterness building at the back of her throat. Her jaw ached already from how deep she forced him, but she didn’t ease off. She hollowed her cheeks again and bobbed faster, spit running down her chin, dripping onto the collar of her shirt. His cock throbbed hot and heavy against her tongue, twitching each time she dragged her lips slow over the ridge just to hear him groan. She wanted more of that thick heat filling her throat, wanted to feel him lose the calm control he always wore like armor. His hips jerked forward, involuntary, and she moaned around him, the vibration ripping a curse out of him.
“That’s it. Take it. This cock is the only one that gets this mouth.” Levi’s voice cracked halfway through the sentence. He watched her lips slide shiny and wet over his shaft, watched her throat flex around him with every drop. Her eyes watered, mascara smudging at the corners. He pulled her off just long enough to drag a thick string of spit between her mouth and the head of his cock, then shoved back in before she could catch a full breath. Faye’s throat worked around him. She felt him pulse against her tongue, felt the muscle in his thigh jump under her palm, hard and shaking.
He was close. She could feel it in the way his fingers tightened in her hair, the way his knees kept threatening to buckle, the way his breath stuttered into short, clipped bursts through his teeth. He hated how close he already was. Hated more how much he didn’t want her to stop. His free hand slammed flat against the counter again, knuckles white, and he forced himself to pull her back by the hair before it was too late.
Her own pussy clenched empty and soaked straight through the thin fabric of her shorts, aching with nothing inside her. She looked up at him, spit-slick and glassy-eyed, and that look alone nearly finished him right there.
Levi hauled her up by the arms, no words needed, both of them breathing like they’d run somewhere instead of standing still in a kitchen. She spun fast, fumbling her shorts down her thighs and kicking them off toward the fridge, bare underneath — she hadn’t bothered with anything under them today, hadn’t planned on this, hadn’t planned on anything except maybe surviving another week of pretending she didn’t want him. He dropped onto the low bench against the wall, and she straddled him reverse, facing away, her back to his chest, the heat of his skin instantly soaking through her shirt.
She reached between her own legs, wrapped a hand around his slick cock, angled him, and sank down slow at first—just the head, just enough to feel the stretch burn at the rim before her body opened for the rest. Then she dropped the last of the way, hard, taking him to the base in one drop that punched a gasp out of both of them. He filled her completely. Skin slapped. She didn’t wait to adjust. She bounced immediately, fast and rough, ass smacking down against his thighs with every drop, the sound wet and filthy in the small kitchen.
Faye felt him thick and deep, the angle driving him against spots that made her thighs shake uncontrollably. She planted both hands on his knees for leverage and rode hard, grinding down at the bottom of every drop to take every last inch. Wet sounds filled the loft, obscene and constant. Her juices ran down over his balls, down his thighs. Levi’s hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging bruises into her skin that she knew she’d see tomorrow and want to press on just to remember this.
“Look at you bouncing on it.” His voice dropped low against her spine, mouth pressed to the back of her neck. “These reactions—the way your cunt grips me when you drop—that’s mine. Only mine.” He thrust up hard to meet her on the next fall. The impact jolted straight up through her, made her tits bounce under the thin, sweat-damp fabric of her shirt, made her cry out loud enough that she almost clapped a hand over her own mouth out of old habit before she remembered there was no one left to hide this from.
Levi watched her ass jiggle and split around his cock on every bounce, watched her pussy lips stretch pink and shiny each time she rose. He owned that view now. He owned the clench, the drip, the shudder that ran through her when he angled his hips just right. “Nobody else gets to feel this pussy squeeze like that.” One hand left her hip just long enough to crack against her ass, sharp, before gripping her again, and he felt her clench even tighter around him in response. She rode faster after that, chasing her own friction shamelessly, sweat slicking both their skin, the loft air gone thick and heavy with the smell of them.
Faye’s legs burned, muscles screaming with every drop, and she kept slamming down anyway, greedy for the drag of him inside her. Every fall forced a broken gasp out of her chest. Levi’s grip tightened to the point of pain and then, without warning, he shoved her forward off him entirely.
She caught herself on hands and knees on the hardwood, cold under her palms, a stark contrast to the heat pouring off both their bodies. Levi shoved up off the bench, stepping forward, and dropped to his knees behind her, lining himself back up before she’d even fully caught her balance. His first thrust drove deep enough to rock her whole body forward, her shoulder nearly hitting the cabinet. Then he started pounding. Hard, steady, relentless, no mercy in the rhythm at all.
Levi gripped her hips and fucked into her with full weight behind every stroke. Balls slapped against her ass with each drive. Her ass rippled under his palms with every impact. He watched his cock disappear wet and thick into her over and over, glistening, and something ugly and possessive coiled tight in his chest at the sight. “This is mine. You come on this cock and nobody else’s.” Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back, soaking through the thin cotton of her shirt, hot against her already burning skin beneath it. Faye pushed back to meet every thrust, taking the heavy strokes deep, the stretch and drag pulling broken, loud moans out of her that she didn’t bother muffling. Her arms shook under her own weight. Her walls fluttered tight around him with every drag out.
“Anyone see you look at me like that today, in the hallway, half out of that towel—” His voice went darker, rougher, teeth gritted. “They’d know. They’d fucking know you’re already spoken for.” The thought of anyone else even glancing at her the way he’d caught himself doing for months sent something violent through his hips, the pace turning brutal, punishing.
Faye felt every thick inch plow into her, the angle hitting her front wall raw and perfect. Pleasure built sharp and fast, climbing toward something she could feel pulling tight low in her stomach. Levi’s hands owned her hips completely now, yanking her back onto him on every stroke. “Feel how deep I wreck you. Nobody else will ever touch you or wreck you like this.” His voice dropped darker still, rhythm turning savage, hips slamming without any restraint left in him. His cock swelled harder inside her, and she clenched down on purpose, deliberate, wanting to break whatever control he still had left. He cursed low and drove in to the root, staying there, grinding.
“Say it,” he ground out, voice wrecked. “Say whose it is.”
“Yours.” The word tore out of her on a broken exhale. “Only yours.”
That did it. Levi came hard, hips locking tight against her ass, cock jerking and pumping thick inside her. “Nobody else. Ever. This cunt is ruined for anyone but me.” He snarled it through clenched teeth, still grinding through every pulse, cum flooding deep. Faye’s own orgasm ripped through right after, muscles locking around him, thighs trembling violently, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she milked every last spurt from him. Sweat poured off both their bodies. Her arms gave out first. She dropped hard onto her elbows, forehead against the cold floor.
Neither of them moved for a long minute. Levi’s cock twitched inside her, still buried, both of them breathing like they’d sprinted up six flights of stairs. He finally slid free and dropped sideways onto the floor beside her, chest heaving, staring up at the water-stained ceiling they’d complained about a hundred times over shared rent checks. The towel still lay forgotten by the counter where it had landed, untouched through the whole thing.
Faye rolled onto her back next to him, thighs still trembling, cum sliding down her skin onto the hardwood. Neither of them reached for a towel. Neither of them spoke for a while.
“You’re still doing the dishes tonight,” she finally said, voice hoarse.
Levi let out a short, rough laugh against the ceiling. “Yeah. Whatever you say.”