Literotic asexstories – The Roommate Pt. 53 by taylorstorms,
LIII: I Haven’t Been Doing So Well
Blake and Liam
Blake
“Choke me.”
Blake realized what she had said a moment too late.
Liam tensed, and she froze. All of the incredible sensations he’d aroused inside her were thrown into a swirling storm of panic as she met his wide-eyed gaze.
“Liam,” she breathed, gazing up at him, trying to focus, “That just slipped out. I’m sorry, I–”
Liam brought his finger to her lips, quieting her. His eyes took on an intense cast that somehow made the tornado inside her subside.
Then he lowered his hand.
Blake’s stomach fluttered, heart pounding as Liam’s fingers touched her throat, then encircled her neck. There was no pressure, just the heat of his fingers of her skin, but immediately felt her mind fog over and her body flood with arousal.
She shuddered as she gazed up at Liam.
“Just tell me if I’m pressing too hard.”
Fuck. I love him so much.
Blake couldn’t say it, though. Not yet.
She would have to show him.
Blake reached up and put her hand over Liam’s, then ground her hips into his. She pressed down, increasing the pressure.
It was strange. Blake had never done this to herself–that didn’t do anything to her. It wasn’t the thrill that made her want this. She didn’t even really like the idea of breathing being harder. What made this special was the trust involved. The idea of being so vulnerable, yet knowing she was safe. Shivering, Blake ground her ass against Liam’s hips as he matched her pressure.
“Fuck me, hard.”
Liam nodded, then gripped her throat just a bit tighter.
Fuuuck.
His other hand gripped her ass hard, and Blake could do nothing more than hang on as Liam did exactly as she’d asked. That, combined with his fingers at her throat, completely overwhelmed her. She was still a ways off from cumming again, but this was far better than another orgasm. Blake felt so safe. She didn’t have to worry about anything. Not like this. Not when she was with Liam.
Blake gave herself over to Liam’s touch, surrendering completely.
***
Liam
Fucking Blake like this was much harder than Liam had expected.
Still, he was close now, and couldn’t hold back much longer.
Not only were his legs burning from the effort of doing this while standing, but he had to be careful not to tense his fingers. He’d done it a few times without meaning to, and while Blake hadn’t complained, Liam didn’t want to push it.
It felt amazing. That in of itself was nothing new. Blake–being with her like this–was always amazing. Having his hand around her throat like this, though…they’d done that before, but this time she’d actually had him press down with his fingers.
Sometimes he worried about Blake holding things back from him, but if she could trust him like this… The thought filled Liam with an incredible warmth. It wasn’t arousal, but it made everything feel ten times as amazing.
Liam came back to the present as Blake moaned, her walls clenching around him.
“Liam,” she gasped, a strange quality to her voice, “So close. Hold me like you did before. I–”
She cut off as Liam took the hand at her hip and wrapped it around her middle, pressing her against him.
Blake shuddered and let her head fall back against his shoulder. Liam looked down to find her eyes glassy.
He kissed her forehead.
Just a little longer.
“Cum, Blake. Cum.”
Blake bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, and Liam held her a bit tighter. He tightened his grip on her throat just a bit.
That seemed to do it.
Blake drew a ragged breath, then shook against him. Her pussy milked his cock, not taking no for an answer.
Liam did his best to get a few more thrusts in, but the feeling of Blake cumming against him like this was too much. He exploded inside Blake. His legs trembled, and he had to press a hand against the wall to keep them from falling over.
He let the hand at Blake’s throat fall to her chest and held her like that. For a while, he lost himself in the feeling of just being with Blake like this, both of them in their post-orgasmic bliss. No hurriedly pulling their clothes back on, no worrying someone would catch them, just being together. Liam’s mind just floated.
Eventually, Liam came back to himself. His cock was starting to soften and shrink.
“Uh, Blake,” he said, voice thick.
“Mhm?”
Liam smiled. She sounded so content.
“We might get a bit messy, soon.”
Blake glanced up at him, eyes still a bit hazy. Then she looked down.
Liam’s girlfriend erupted into a gigglefit.
“Oh, right.”
Liam raised an eyebrow, but figured Blake had just cum really hard, so she might be a bit spacey or silly.
“Think you can move toward the tissues with me?”
Blake nodded, putting a hand between her legs, then reached around with the other to grab his ass, “Ready.”
Liam rolled his eyes, but grinned as they started cleaning themselves off.
***
Blake
Blake still felt a bit spacey as she pulled her leggings back on. And a bit embarrassed. She hadn’t realized having Liam just lightly choke her like that would send her into subspace. Thankfully, he’d somehow known she couldn’t just stop when they were done. The way he’d held her after they’d cum together had made coming back down to earth so much easier.
She still wanted to fuck him–sex with Liam usually did that–but for now, she was at least somewhat satiated.
As she bent down, lifting one leg to get her shoes back on, she wobbled a bit and had a moment of panic as she nearly fell to the floor.
Liam caught her.
Blake smiled, shivering at his touch, then straightened and pressed herself against him, burying her head in his chest.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
Liam smiled down at her, eyes drawing her in, making her belly flip-flop.
“Of course.”
Blake hugged him again. Tight. And he hugged her back.
She wanted to just stay like that, but knew that would be ridiculous even for them.
Taking a deep breath, Blake pulled back and gazed up at her boyfriend.
“Can we go play videogames with your friends for a bit?”
Liam cocked his head, “I thought you wanted to talk.”
Blake smiled, “I do, but I feel bad stealing you from your friends, and I’m still not entirely able to think clearly after that.”
Liam grinned, then nodded, “Okay.”
Blake hugged him again. She couldn’t get enough of touching him.
“One question though.”
Blake looked up at him, cocking her head.
Liam’s cheeks were red.
“That–” he began, running a hand through his hair, “What we just did–did you go easy on me? Or have me go easy on you, I guess? You’re secretly like Cheryl-Carol-Cherleyne from Archer?”
It took Blake a moment to realize what he was talking about, and she grinned up at him, shaking her head.
“No. She’s fully bat-shit insane. I’m only slightly insane. No choke-bot for me.”
Liam grinned, “And no secret arson compulsions?”
Blake shrugged, “None that I’m telling you about.”
He rolled his eyes, and she giggled, hugging him again. Then she licked her lips and looked up at him.
“I just like the control and the trust,” she said, “The potential lack of oxygen doesn’t appeal to me, but the…thrill of being so vulnerable like that–knowing you could hurt me, but never would–that’s the part I like.”
She paused, then forced out the words, meeting his sapphire gaze, “The part I need sometimes. Is that weird?”
Liam held her gaze, then smiled shrugging, “Probably. But good-weird.”
Blake smiled and hugged him again.
He probably thinks I’m ridiculous.
The way he stroked her hair as he held her, though…Blake would never get tired of that.
Taking a deep breath, she made herself pull back from Liam. She grabbed the doorknob.
“Come on. Let’s go hang out with your friends. Does Tasha know embarrassing stories about you, like Kiki?”
Liam rolled his eyes, but grinned, resting a hand on the curve of her waist, “Just let me know when you want to talk, okay?”
Blake nodded, smiling, then opened the door, hoping she would feel at least slightly less insecure looking at Tasha after being with Liam like that.
***
Blake
Blake scratched at her beanie as she and Liam sat down at their table at Bertucci’s. He’d wanted to take her someplace nicer or at least less cliché, but she was in the mood for some tasty rolls, and this had been barely a five-minute walk.
Looking around at the relatively empty restaurant–Wednesday evenings the week before Christmas apparently weren’t the busiest for this place–Blake almost took off her beanie. She could deal with the warmth and the itchiness, but she liked the way she often caught Liam looking at her hair when she had it down.
They ordered their drinks, and Blake played a little footsie with Liam while they waited for the rolls.
“So, what did you think of Tasha?” Liam asked, leaning back in his seat.
Blake thought for a moment, then scooted out of her seat and slid in next to Liam.
He smiled at her, taking her hand in his, then smirked, “That jealous, huh?”
Blake rolled her eyes, “You wish. She seems nice. Definitely a little crazy, though.”
Liam laughed, “You have no idea. I’ll ask her if I can tell you what Swar and Eli’s first impressions of her were.”
“How long did you have a crush on her for?”
Blake tried not to laugh as Liam turned bright red. He bit his lip.
“Crush as in actual feelings? Or just me thinking she’s gorgeous.”
Blake rolled her eyes, “The first one. It’s extremely unfair how hot she is.”
Liam snorted, “About a month. I realized she’d probably be more fun to hook up with than to actually date. She also didn’t want to date anyone, which is something I don’t think I could do. Plus…”
Blake cocked her head as he trailed off, “Plus, what?”
Liam frowned for a moment, and Blake could see his brain working.
“She needs a friend that she knows things won’t get weird with,” He said slowly, “She has a hard time making friends. She’s really close with her roommate, and I think she’s started hanging out with Kiki, which is good, but I know things between her and Sara have gotten a little weird at certain points.” He grinned, “I think she also likes having someone she knows she can always fuck with.”
Blake smiled, “You’re sweet.”
Liam blushed. Then his expression grew a bit more serious.
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