His Girlfriend Doesn’t Know He Wants to Fuck Me
My straight roommate Liam tongued my ass for the first time—filthy, desperate, and totally unplanned. Then his girlfriend walked in like nothing happened.
Paige barely shut the door before she was already crossing the room toward Liam like she couldn’t get to him fast enough. I could feel him tense up beside me, every muscle locking tight at once. Probably still tasting me on his tongue. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.
I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. I mean, fuck, this was insane. Like, soap opera levels of insane.
Paige threw herself into his lap, straddling him with a little squeal, hands on his cheeks, and pulled him into a kiss.
Right on the mouth.
Full on.
I nearly choked trying not to laugh, watching Liam’s wide-ass eyes staring at me behind her back like he needed a lifeline.
His hands just hovered there awkwardly, like he didn’t even know where to put them. Probably terrified if he grabbed her ass, he'd flashback to how mine tasted ten seconds ago.
"God, I missed you," she murmured, smushing their faces together for another kiss.
I leaned back on the couch, one leg bouncing, pretending to scroll my phone while sneaking glances at the show happening two feet away. Liam kept breaking the kiss every few seconds like he was drowning and needed air.
His face was red as hell. Bright red. He looked guilty as fuck and only I knew why. Paige didn’t notice shit though, too busy grinding her hips into him playfully like she was trying to tease him hard.
"You good, babe?" she asked, laughing into his mouth.
Liam cleared his throat, voice rough. "Yeah. Just, uh... long day."
I snorted into my sleeve.
Real long, I thought.
Paige finally turned and noticed me for the first time. "Hey, you," she said brightly, smiling like she wasn’t dry-humping a guy who literally just ate another dude’s ass.
"Haven’t seen you all day."
I shrugged. "Busy."
Busy getting your boyfriend’s tongue up my ass, but sure, let’s go with that.
"You boys having fun?" she teased, wiggling in his lap, pressing her hips right against him.
Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart.
Paige tugged Liam’s hand insistently. "C’mon," she said, laughing, already dragging him up to his feet. "I need you."
He stumbled a little like he forgot how to walk, still dazed out of his mind, but let her pull him toward their bedroom without a fight.
The door clicked shut behind them.
I sat there frozen, heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears, staring at the empty room like it might give me answers.
Fuck.
I should’ve been pissed. Or jealous. And yeah... maybe a tiny part of me was. But the rest of me? Still buzzing. Still high off the memory of Liam’s face buried between my cheeks, tongue deep, hands greedy like he couldn’t get enough.
I hugged a pillow to my chest, cheeks burning, giggling like an idiot. That boy was so fucking done and he didn’t even know it yet. I tried to focus on TV, flipping through channels, scrolling my phone, anything to distract myself from the image in my head—Liam a few feet away, probably fucking her brains out with the same mouth that had just been all over me.
An hour later, my phone buzzed on the couch beside me. I barely glanced at it, thinking it was just another notification, until I caught Liam’s name lighting up the screen. My stomach flipped. I grabbed it fast, thumb trembling as I unlocked it.
Liam: I was fucking Paige but all I could think about was your ass.
I froze, the blood draining from my face, then rushing back hotter than before. My heart slammed against my ribs. I blinked, reading it again just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Another text popped up almost instantly.
Liam: Wtf have you done to me. I'm fucking done. I wanna fuck you so bad. She can't know. Fuck.
I sucked in a breath, clutching the phone like it was about to fly out of my hands. Holy shit. Holy actual fucking shit. I wasn’t crazy. Liam wanted me. Wanted me. Even with Paige right there, naked and waiting, all he could think about was me.
I leaned back on the couch, brain spinning, body buzzing in a way that had me squeezing my thighs together. Every dirty, fucked-up thing we did earlier flashed through my mind—the way he grabbed my ass, how his face was buried between my cheeks, the wet sound of his tongue licking me open. My whole body ached with the memory.
Another buzz.
Liam: I didn’t even finish, bro. She’s tired. She's passed out.
I bit my lip so hard it almost hurt, trying not to giggle like a psycho. Liam, the straightest dude I knew, the guy who was balls-deep in his girlfriend an hour ago, couldn’t even cum because all he could think about was my ass.
Liam: I'm gonna take a shower.
Liam: After that... I'm coming to your room. Be ready.
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