Chapter 20 - Nadia

I was leaving the kitchen automatically, not really thinking about what I was doing. One moment I was yawning and looking at my empty drink, and the next moment I was saying goodnight.
I realized I wanted him to follow me. To keep the party going upstairs. But he’d stayed in the dining room, and I was leaving.
I walked upstairs as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake the others. One flight, then another, then finally the last flight to the floor with our two bedrooms. There was still a layer of salt on me from rehearsal and my shift at the bar, so I hopped in the shower until I felt clean. I wrapped my towel around me when I was done, wondering if I’d see him in the hall. But Ryan wasn’t there, and his door was still open and empty.
Guess he preferred to keep drinking.
I went into my room and closed the door. I knew I was being stupid. I could bluntly tell him what I wanted, and we could share a bed rather than a drink. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to make the first move with him. Ryan had been reluctant to choose me for their strange Tinder proposition, so I wanted him to be the one to initiate things.
Something more than just flirting.
I still didn’t have pajamas or any other clothes moved over to the townhouse, so I put on my coat over my bra and panties and went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out, I found Ryan standing in his doorway.
“Reached your drunk limit?” I asked.
He shrugged one massive shoulder underneath his tank top. “For tonight. What you told me made me feel better about my situation. How you and Dorian heard a noise in the catwalks.”
“The power of positive thinking,” I said with a smile.
We lingered in our respective doorways a moment.
Then Ryan raised three fingers.
“Never have I ever eaten out a dancer before,” he said softly.
I tingled at the bluntness, and the offer. I raised three fingers of my own. “Never have I ever sucked-off a redhead.”
He grinned. “Never have I ever fucked my roommate.”
Before I could make a joke about him trying to fuck one of the guys, he crossed the hallway and enveloped me in his arms. He lifted me effortlessly, kicking closed the bedroom door behind him.
His lips immediately went to my neck, kissing that sensitive place. I moaned and craned my neck as he carried me to the bed, dropping me on the mattress. I ran my hands along his back and into his silky auburn hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled his head over to my lips.
But he pulled back and gave me an evil grin. “One ground rule. No kissing.”
“Pretty Woman rules, eh?”
“Fucking right,” he growled.
“Literally!”
He lowered his head to my belly and lifted my shirt to get at my panties. His fingers curled underneath the waistband and pulled them down hungrily, like there was no time. I was already wet as could be as they came off my feet and he spread my legs with his muscular arms.
He dove into my pussy, kissing and nuzzling and making me squirm with the sudden intensity of it. The guys I took home from the bar rarely went down on me. Getting eaten out was a sudden, and wonderful, surprise.
“Damn, you taste good,” Ryan growled into my pussy while his tongue swirled around. Up one of my lips and down the other, then shoved deep inside my wet slit. I moaned and grabbed a handful of his red hair, squeezing his face against my sex, savoring the pressure.
Then I yanked his head away. “What do you want?” I asked.
“Whatever you want,” he grinned.
I waggled a finger at him. “That’s not how this works. We’re fuck-buddies. There are no strings attached. You can tell me what you want.”
The imagination spread across his face. He was thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me, and that turned me on more than anything specific that I wanted.
He stood at the edge of the bed and stripped off his clothes. His shoulders were broad and he was built like a weightlifter, a boulder of a man. A redheaded viking conqueror. He pushed me down onto my back, smothering me with his huge body, and I tingled with anticipation as I prepared to be fucked the way I deserved.
He held up three fingers. “Never have I ever 69’d my roommate.”
I grinned up at him.
He twisted on the bed, rotating until his legs were straddling my face and his head was between my legs. “Oh!” I gasped as his cock hung down, then thrust toward my face. I opened my mouth obediently for his cock, long and hard and glistening with pre-come, as he fucked my mouth.
“Goddamn, you’ve got a tight mouth,” he said as he lowered his mouth to my cunt again, sucking my clit and the surrounding skin into his mouth. I trembled with ecstasy as he swirled his tongue around my clit in his mouth, holding it there the way I held his cock in my mouth. It was almost too intense for me to handle, but as he ran his hands up my legs and gripped my thighs tightly I began to sigh deeper into the bed, content underneath him.
I moved my head down and up on his cock, taking half the shaft into my mouth with each thrust. It was smooth and hard and warm, and as I sucked him off I imagined it inside of me, the thickness spreading me apart until I felt that wonderful ache of a new person, a new cock, and new sex. I wanted it badly, and I poured my lust into my lips as I tightened around his dick.
I’d never 69’d with the guy on top before, but I loved the control it gave him. It was restrictive in a safe, sexual way. Pressed down by his thick muscles, his cock thrusting into my mouth like he wanted to fill it with his come. I could have spent all night like that, taking his manhood deeper and deeper down my throat while he shoved his fingers into my cunt and twisted them while sucking on my clit, until we both trembled and came together and made a mess of the sheets in wonderful passion.
But I ached for something deeper.
I pulled back my head until his manhood slipped out. I grabbed it with my hand and stroked it gently, feeling the steel flesh underneath my fingers. When his handsome face looked down and back at me, I held up three fingers from my free hand.
“Never have I ever been fucked doggy style by my roommate.”
A smile exploded onto his face.
I squealed as he rolled off me and lifted me off the bed with easy strength, twisting me around and then pushing me down to my knees. Thick fingers clenched my waist as he positioned himself behind me, and as I looked over my shoulder I saw a broad-shouldered, heavily-muscled man leering down at my body with intense lust in his eyes.
“I could stare at that ass all night,” he groaned, giving it an eager smack. The sound of his palm on my skin sent shivers through my body.
“What are you waiting for?” I said with lidded eyes.
“Just savoring the moment. That ass is so juicy I’m gonna come within seconds if I don’t take a breath.”
I reached underneath to touch myself, rubbing in a slow circle. “Mmm, tell me how you’re going to fuck me with that fat cock.”
I loved dirty talk. I could get off just from hearing a guy describe what he wanted to do to me. It made everything a hundred times hotter.
And Ryan did not disappoint.
“I’m gonna bury my cock so far into that pussy your heart skips a beat,” he said while running his fingers along my ass cheeks. His fingers curled inside and spread me wide open for him to view. “I’m gonna give you every inch of what I’ve got, and it’ll be so good you’ll be begging for more in your sleep.”
I rubbed myself a little faster. “Mmm, I want that cock so bad. How much come are you going to pump into me?”
“Gallons of it,” he said in a throaty voice. “I’m going to cover you in it.”
“Mmm hmm,” I moaned while rubbing faster. “Fuck me, Ryan.”
“You want this cock?”
“I want it so bad.”
“Where do you want it?”
I rubbed my clit faster. “Inside me.”
“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
I tingled with naughtiness. “I want it in all of my holes. Whichever hole you want to fuck me in. But most of all, I want it in my pussy, I need it in my pussy, I’m going to die if you don’t give it to me now.”
I felt the tip of his cock press heavily against my sex. “Say please, Nadia.”
This beautiful, strong man wanted me to beg for it. And there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to do exactly that.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Give it to me…”
His head shoved forward, parting my lower lips and plunging deeper and deeper until he had nothing more to give. A gasp escaped my lips as he filled me completely, stretching me in all directions and hitting every nerve and nook and inch of skin.
“Ohh,” I moaned, unable to form words.
“Holy fuck, that’s a tight pussy,” he said, gripping my ass like his life depended on it, fingers digging into my hips. He held himself deep inside me, not moving. I felt his balls brush against my hand as I touched myself. “I could die like this, babe.”
“Unacceptable,” I breathed. “Fuck me like you mean it. Give me that thick cock.”
He began to move. One slow inch at a time, sliding out of me, then back in. “God, that’s good. I can’t handle how fucking good you feel.”
I wasn’t the kind of girl who could climax vaginally alone, but my fingers at my clit were quickly bringing me to that conclusion. “Handle it. Handle me. Fuck me, Ryan. Give it to me.”
His body moved slowly and with purpose, like some great earth-moving machine rumbling to life. I glanced back at him to savor how he looked—bulging arms gripping my waist like it belonged to him, every body part completely swollen with muscle. It was like being fucked by a Greek statue come to life. The sight of him drove me closer to a shattering orgasm.
“Is that how you like it?” he teased, thrusting steadily now. “In. And out. A thick dick from behind, quick and dirty.”
“You haven’t seen dirty yet,” I moaned.
“Oh?” he asked. “There are some really fucking dirty things I want to do to you.”
“Tell me,” I groaned, eyes clenching shut as fire spread from between my legs.
“I want to skull fuck you,” he said confidently. “I want to stick my face between that fat ass and lick every inch of you until my taste buds rub off. I want to fuck every tight hole you have, until we moan and scream and pass out together.”
“Yes,” I breathed, fingers flying around my clit. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me Ryan, yes, harder, right there, yes!”
Everything went white as I came, and came, and came all over his manhood, an orgasm that could fill buckets as his hands pawed at my hips and held on for dear life. Faster and faster he fucked me, the rapid thrusts intensifying my orgasm and extending it, until he was moaning and shouting and then screaming, head hanging over my shoulder and crying his lustful cries into my ear with his hot breath, and I reached back to cradle his neck and hold him close so I didn’t miss a single breath as he filled me with his hot, sticky come.

*

“I’ve got to admit,” I said as I lay against Ryan’s huge bicep. “It’s awfully convenient having a fuck-buddy across the hall.”
“Amen,” Ryan said in a quiet, but deep, voice. “And you’re a lot prettier than Dorian.”
I poked him in the rib. “You’re not a fan of man-buns?”
“Not even a little bit.”
He rumbled with silent laughter, vibrating through his chest and into mine. I gazed down at his body; the dark red nipple, his nest of reddish chest hair, and the bulging pecs and abdominal muscles underneath. I reached out a finger and traced the lines of his abs, up and down and then up again.
“I still haven’t heard any ground rules,” I said into the fold of his arm. We were so close to each other that a whisper was perfect. “When I first agreed to it, I was imagining a sign-up sheet or something.”
“Like a library book?”
“Exactly like a library book.”
Ryan moved his hand across my back, gently caressing my skin. It made me tingle, but felt really good.
“What library book would you be?” he asked.
“Umm. Anna Karenina, due to her dubious sexual nature.”
Ryan snorted. “A little high-brow, don’t ya think?”
I smiled into his bicep. “Surely someone from the Canadian school system would have read Tolstoy.”
“We did, but it was War and Peace instead.”
“Yikes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Ryan said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “I read the Cliff’s Notes version and passed.”
“Cheater!”
“I’m a firm believer in focusing my efforts where they matter, rather than on useless shit.”
“Literature isn’t useless! You can’t just skip everything and read the ending. You miss the journey.”
“If you say so.”
“Back to my original question. What are the ground rules for everything?”
He shrugged, which caused my head to bob with him. “We decided to keep it casual. We’re new at this too, you know. We can figure it out as we go. No real ground rules to start.”
I rolled up onto his chest and peered down into his face. “Except no kissing.”
He smiled up at me. “Right.”
I leaned down, bringing my lips dangerously close to his. I could smell his sweet breath mingling with mine, and the soft wind of air as he exhaled from his nose on my skin. I parted my lips, and he did the same as I drew closer…
…And then pulled back, patting his chest.
“What about bedroom activity?” I asked.
“What about it?”
“Should we have a list of stuff we’re into? What we won’t do? Do we need a safe word?”
“Relax, babe,” he said, folding his hands behind his head. His biceps were enormous. “We can figure that out as we go, too. I’m not going to, like, stick a finger in your ass without a warning.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes it’s fun without a warning.”
The surprise on his face filled me with happiness. “Is that so?” he asked.
“Maaaaaaybe.” I patted his chest. “Alright. Time for you to go.”
He pushed up onto an elbow. “Wam, bam, thank you Sam?”
“Being fuck-buddies means keeping cuddling to a minimum, in my opinion. Unless you want to expand our arrangement to being cuddle-buddies, too.”
Ryan looked slightly disappointed, but he covered it with a wide smile. “Makes sense.”
He took his time sliding out of bed, then stretching his chiseled arms to the sky. He was a marvelous specimen of a man from behind; bulging thighs, a tight little ass, and then a V-shaped torso of rippling layers of muscle. I let out a low whistle, just loud enough for him to hear.
He gave me a sly look over his shoulder, then took his time strutting around the room to gather the clothes that had been discarded. Rather than dressing in here, he carried them to the door fully nude.
“See ya next time, babe.”
I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face as he exited and closed the door.