His Girlfriend Doesn’t Know He Came Down My Throat While She Was Upstairs
My roommate Liam came into my room late at night, while his girlfriend was asleep just down the hall. He made me suck his cock, slow, deep, messy. Then bent me over and fucked me like he couldn’t help himself. When she knocked on the door, he was still inside me. He lied to her face, pulled out, and went back to bed like nothing ever happened.
Paige was still packing upstairs, bouncing between rooms, her phone on speaker while she gossiped with her friend about hiking boots and wineries. I was curled on the couch, half-watching TV, half-waiting. Liam was next to me, one arm thrown across the back of the sofa like he owned the place.
His thigh brushed mine. He hadn't touched me since the foot under the table this morning but I could feel it building again. That slow boil. The way he looked at me when Paige wasn’t in the room. The tension under his skin. His cock already half-hard in my peripheral vision, fighting the fabric of the same too-tight gym shorts from last night.
I nudged his leg. “You good?”
He leaned in, eyes still on the TV. “I don’t think I can wait until she leaves,” he murmured. “My cock’s been twitching all morning.”
My heart stuttered.“You’re serious?”
He turned to face me. “You think I’m playing?”
I looked down. Yeah, he wasn’t kidding.
A loud clatter came from upstairs. Paige had dropped something.
Liam got up like he didn’t even hear it. Walked off toward the laundry room, casual as hell. I followed, pulse racing. I didn’t know what was about to happen, I just knew I wanted it.
He tossed a towel into the washer without looking at me. Then he turned, leaned against the machine, and looked me up and down.
“She’s gonna shower. Then pack. That gives us fifteen minutes,” he said, voice low. “Come here.”
I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees right there, cool tiles pressing into my skin. He didn’t even need to pull his shorts down. His cock was already half-out, twitching beneath the waistband like it was starving. I reached up and freed it, thick and leaking.
“Tommy…” he breathed. “Fuck.”
I grinned and ran my tongue along the underside, slow and mean. I wanted him to feel it. I wanted to wreck him. I wrapped my hand around the base, gave one stroke, then swallowed him halfway down in one go.
His knees buckled slightly. One hand gripped the edge of the dryer.
“You’re dangerous,” he muttered.
I hummed around him.
Every time I pulled back, I spit down on it...wet and filthy, before diving back in. He was getting louder. Breathing harder. One hand dropped to my hair, fingers gripping tight as he rocked into my mouth. Not hard. Just enough to lose control.
“I’ve been hard all morning,” he whispered. “Couldn’t even focus while she was talking about brunch plans.”
I pulled off with a pop. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Your mouth?” he panted. “Yeah. A little too much.”
Then he shoved back in, thick cock sliding down my throat, hitting the back. I gagged a little but took it, eyes watering, spit running down my chin.
Just then.....
“Hey babe, do you know where my extra charger is?”
It was Paige. Her voice floated down the hall like a goddamn landmine.
Liam froze.
I pulled back slightly, still stroking him, breathless. “Top drawer,” I called, trying not to sound like I’d just had my throat fucked raw. “By the bed!”
“Thanks!” she called, already on her way.
Liam’s hand tightened in my hair. “We need to stop.”
“No,” I said, licking his tip. “You started this. Finish.”
He groaned and gave in.
I opened wide again. Deeper this time. Sloppier. I wanted him desperate. I wanted him struggling not to moan her name by accident. His body was tight, his abs flexing, eyes squeezed shut. I could tell he was close.
And while all that was happening....
Paige was upstairs. She stepped into my room. And there, on the floor by the bed, was Liam’s towel. Black, unmistakable, the same one he always used after the gym.
She stared at it. Her eyes moved, scanning. Then she noticed the shorts he’d worn last night—my gym shorts, folded at the foot of my bed.
She didn’t say anything.
Not yet.
Downstairs, Liam was panting.
“God...Tommy...I’m gonna...fuck....”
I swallowed him whole one more time, jaw aching, hands on his hips, and he came with a broken sound, thick and hot down my throat. I pulled back, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at him. He looked wrecked. Glowing. Wrecked.
We stood in silence for a beat, trying to hear if Paige was coming back down.
Nothing.
Liam tucked himself back in, breathing hard. “Think she found the charger?”
I shrugged, still flushed. “Let’s hope she was too distracted.”
But upstairs.....
Paige stood in my room, holding Liam’s towel in one hand, staring at Tommy's shorts on the bed that Liam wore last night. Her face blank.
She didn’t come back down.
Just silence.
It was late.
The lights were low, warm and golden, casting slow-moving shadows across Liam’s bedroom walls. Paige leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, bare legs cold against the hardwood. She wore one of his old gray shirts...oversized, no underwear underneath...just soft cotton clinging to her thighs and a sharp, unreadable look in her eyes.
Liam sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair messy like he’d just rolled out of someone else’s bed. His skin was golden from the day’s sun, smooth over his chest, that lean swimmer’s frame she used to love tracing with her fingertips. His collarbones stuck out like they were begging to be kissed. One hand rubbed the back of his neck, the other braced against the mattress like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“You wanna fuck me before I go?” Paige asked softly.
There was a dare in it. A smirk. A trap, maybe. But Liam just blinked like he hadn’t heard her.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been weird all day,” she said, stepping closer, her voice a low hum. “Thought maybe you just needed to get off.”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t stop her, either.
So she kissed him. Slow. Familiar. Lips brushing his like she was trying to bring him back into his body. Her hands slid up his chest, across his shoulders. She climbed into his lap, hips grinding down in slow circles, her breath hot against his cheek.
He kissed her back, but only barely. Enough to keep up the illusion. Not enough to mean it. His hands stayed at his sides. His lips moved, but not with hunger. Not like they used to. His eyes were half-lidded, distant. Like he wasn’t kissing her at all. Like he was thinking about someone else.
She felt it immediately. After a minute, Paige pulled back. “Babe?”
“Mm?” Liam mumbled, already reaching for his phone by the pillow.
“You hard?” she asked, more challenge than curiosity.
He didn’t reply.
Just flopped back onto the mattress, opened TikTok, and started scrolling like nothing had happened. “I’m tired,” he muttered. “Didn’t sleep much last night.”
She sat there, still straddling him, staring down in disbelief. “Liam.”
He didn’t even look at her. Just kept scrolling. Video after video. A dog dancing in a hoodie. A guy cutting soap. A girl fake-crying over some viral audio.
Eventually, his eyes fluttered closed. Phone still in his hand. The screen lit his face in faint pulses as he scrolled himself to sleep.
Paige didn’t move. She just watched him. Watched his breathing slow. Watched the blue glow of the screen wash over the sharp line of his jaw, his parted lips, his peaceful, oblivious face.
Then his phone dinged. Her eyes dropped.
A message had popped up on the lock screen.
Tommy: remember how deep my throat was earlier? bet you’re still tasting it.
Her blood ran cold. Another one came in.
Tommy: wanna finish in my mouth next time, or my ass?
She stared at the phone. Hands trembling. She unlocked it. And there it was.
The whole thread. Page after page of texts.
Liam: you looked so good gagging on it
wanted to bend you over that washer and fuck you stupid
Tommy: should’ve. i was ready for it. still am.
Liam: fuck paige. i want you.
Her throat closed. She blinked hard, her vision swimming. He had been texting Tommy while she was on top of him. While she was kissing him. He hadn’t just pulled away, he’d disappeared completely. Given himself to someone else.
And then she saw the final text.
“Can't wait to fuck you after she leaves.”
DanXWrites: Thank you so much for reading my stories. In case you want to support me, I have a lot of erotica on Patreon Consider checking out. Final part already on there if you want early access.
