Christmas With My Boyfriend… and His Roommate

I looked forward to Blake's large hands pinning me on the bed and playing with the straps with his callused fingers. I couldn't wait for him to break down my final defenses and dominate both my body and mind.

I was worried about losing control of myself when I was drowning in the throes of pleasure. Yet at the same time, I was also impatient to be pushed over the edge into ecstasy.

I bashfully pressed my legs together at my own thoughts. I could feel my underwear getting damp, making me feel even more embarrassed.

I switched off the lights in the room, convincing myself that I needed to conserve my energy before Blake returned.

The exhaustion from the day and the excitement from earlier warred within me, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier.

I was still in a daze when I felt something shift in the air.

A pair of large hands roamed across my body, caressing me with just the right amount of pressure.

Was Blake back?

I shivered and jolted awake.

My body reacted faster than my mind did, and a soft whine escaped my lips.

"D-don't touch me like that," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I can't take it."

His hot breath fanned across the crook of my neck and traveled downward, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

I couldn't help myself and started quivering uncontrollably.

A low chuckle sounded next to my ear.

"I didn't know you were so sensitive," he whispered hoarsely, his voice colored with mirth.

I felt as if my rationality was being burned away by the heat that washed over me. My eyes rolled backward as drool spilled from the corner of my lips.

I grabbed his misbehaving hand and reflexively guided it lower.

However, instead of doing as I wanted, he paused.

I felt like I was on the verge of tears. "Please…"

In the next second, I felt him breathing hotly against my inner thighs, causing my tender muscles to tense up in an instant. I then felt something wet press against my skin, licking at my quivering thighs with abandon.

Blinding pleasure engulfed my mind. I couldn't help myself and let out a surprised squeak.

"Huh? Who's there?"

A familiar voice came from outside.

"Is that you, Giselle?"

It was Blake, my boyfriend!

My heart stuttered in my chest, and the burning desire within me was extinguished in a matter of seconds.

Only one thought remained in my mind—if Blake was outside, who was the man in bed with me?

But before I could wrap my head around what was going on, the man started teasing me again, causing a numbing sensation to spread through my body.

I was overwhelmed with endless waves of pleasure that only grew in intensity with every passing second.

It was a completely different feeling than when I used a toy.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing the moans that threatened to escape me. I reached out and weakly pushed my hand against the man's head.

"N-no…" I mumbled in a shaky voice. "Stop it…"

The man chuckled again, his voice low and teasing.

"Stop what?" he asked while showing no sign of stopping at all. "You're lying on my bed, dressed like this. I thought you wanted me to do this to you."

Desire and humiliation raged within me. I felt as if my skin was burning, and I was flushed a bright red all over. My breathing also turned frantic and louder.

It was obvious that the man had heard me as well, judging by the way his movements sped up and became more intense.

Blake sounded impatient as his voice came from the living room again. "Where did you go, Giselle?"

I felt as if I was drowning in humiliation. I wanted to push the man away, but my body refused to listen to me. For some reason, knowing that he wasn't Blake was making me even more excited.

The sound of a loud slap rang across the room as the man brought his hand down on my behind.