Soooooo James, my completely innocent and platonic roommate until about five minutes ago, blinked. For a moment I thought he hadn’t heard me. “Your…what?”
“My tits,” I said, trying as best as I could to keep my voice steady. “I want you to fuck my tits.”
His eyes flicked down to my chest and then back up, as if he was confirming I had really asked him to put his cock between them. They rocked gently back and forward on my chest with my movements; big and soft and round. His face was burning. Mine probably was too. The Zelda menu theme kept looping from the TV.
“Are you…sure?” he said, almost a whisper.
“I’m sure.” I slid my hands over my breasts and squeezed them together, slow and deliberate. My nipples throbbed. “Maybe you should get some lotion…”
He nodded, standing up so quickly he almost tripped on the coffee table. He laughed somewhat awkwardly and hurried off down the hall. I heard the bathroom cabinet open and fought the urge to dip my fingers back inside myself.
He came back with a clean white towel from the airing cupboard and a bottle of unscented lotion. He held the bottle. “This okay?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said, sitting up slightly, the angle made my chest sit higher.
James swallowed. “I’ve never…done this,” he admitted. “Like, not in real life. Only…you know.”
“We’ll go slow.” I said, and squeezed my breasts again to make the point. “Slow is better anyway. Now…take it out.”
He nodded, fumbling with his belt and button. I watched his jeans open, watched his boxers tent and then slip down. He wasn’t huge or small; just a very real, very hard cock that curved a little toward his stomach. The sight of it made my mouth water. My pussy pulsed hard enough to make my thighs twitch.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “It looks good.”
“Really?” he asked, seeming somewhat shocked.
I nodded, uncapping the lotion and drizzling it into the valley of my cleavage. It felt cool and slippery as I rubbed it over my nipples, almost painfully sensitive at this point, watching him watch me, watching as his cock bobbed up and down in anticipation. “Bring it here,” I said.
He let out a breath and eased one knee onto the couch, then the other, straddling my ribs like he was afraid of crushing me. I guided him with my hands on his hips until he hovered above my breasts. I pressed them together with both hands, engulfing his cock, catching his shaft between them. He inhaled sharply. I shifted my grip, squeezing from the sides and lifting from beneath, and then nodded for him to move.
The first stroke was hesitant and short. The second was longer. By the third, he was sliding through the wet soft valley of my huge tits, the tip of it reappearing close to my chin. He groaned and immediately covered his mouth.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You can make little noises if you like…”
“I…okay,” he said. “You feel…*God*.”
I smiled up at him, making my face innocent and slutty at the same time, pushing up a little with my elbows to tighten the squeeze. “Is that okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. He swallowed hard. “Yes. Please.”
“Good boy,” I said, and felt him twitch so hard that I almost laughed. I kept my face straight. “You can hold my breasts if you want. Gently.”
His hands settled over mine, warm, careful, and then he pressed with me, adding his weight to the squeeze. His hips began to find a rhythm, awkward at first and then more confident. The couch creaked softly with each thrust, the head of his cock coming close to my mouth each time. I watched it, feeling my pussy twitch in anticipation. I felt the horniness taking over once more, and I spoke before I had time to reflect:
“Would it be okay if I gave it a little kiss?”
“Fuck…” he whispered, physically struggling to speak now. “Yes…that would be…good.”
I did, extending my tongue and letting the head of his cock make contact with it on a few thrusts. It felt amazing; so rude, so slutty, so desperately needy that I couldn’t help it; my hand went back to my pussy, two fingers just skimming over my clit. I hovered on the edge, trying desperately not to buck up into my own hand. If I let myself, I’d be done in ten seconds and this would all be over.
“James,” I said. “Look at me.”
He looked. His eyes were dazed and wide.
“You’re doing great,” I said. “If you want to go a little faster, if you want.” My clit throbbed. “I mean…I kind of *want* you to fuck them hard. But if it’s not something–”
My words were cut short as he adjusted his knees and found a better angle, his fingers squeezing the sides of my breasts with more certainty, more aggression, his hips jerking as he started to fuck me in earnest. I imagined it was my pussy he was fucking and tembled with pleasure, and each time the head reached the top of the stroke, it nudged my lower lip. I caught it again with my tongue and felt my pussy convulse again.
I was close.
James’ breathing had grown ragged, each thrust a little less controlled than the last. His thighs trembled against my sides as his cock slid through my tits, glistening and swollen, the head bumping my lips almost every time now.
“God, Sarah…” he muttered, his voice shaking.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?”
He nodded helplessly, jaw clenched, his body starting to build into the familiar spasms of orgasm.I forced myself to pull my hand from between my thighs, breathing hard.
“Wait,” I said, pressing my palms flat to his hips to still him.
His cock slipped free, slick and desperate. His eyes widened, confused and needy.
“Not yet,” I murmured, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. “I’ve got a better idea…”