just another roomie

I must be dreaming or hallucinating.

One of the above for sure.

In what universe were frenemies with benefits a good idea?

Not in my universe that’s for sure.

But looking at Mason and his smirk I was sure he was completely serious.

Before he could answer my question I continued speaking.

“Sure there is sexual tension but in what world does that mean there is chemistry between us? What if we give it a try and it all goes to hell? Did you consider that? What if there is no chemistry between us and we end up hating each other even more?”

His smirk became one of determination and satisfaction.

“See, I knew you would think like that and I have a perfect solution for that problem. We can do a little experiment.”

Those words send shivers down my spine. I’d like to say they were caused by dread but it was more in anticipation.

Still I hesitated before asking, because it seemed he won’t continue until I ask.

“What kind of experiment did you have in mind?”

It was really embarrassing that I could even hear pleading in my own voice.

Oh come on!

It has been a long time since I had some action between the sheets, ok?

And sure.

I wanted a husband, kids and a lovely house one day.

But at the moment, a serious relationship just didn’t sit well with me.

I still had a long way to go to build a good career and establish everything I wanted for myself first.

So at least a few years from now.

But I did have my needs, and let’s be honest.

In this case, man’s work was better done than your own.

Right?

Ah never mind you will get what I mean one day.

So yes I had my needs, and since Mason was a commitment phobe, it could work out.

But first I needed to know what this experiment was.

Mason didn’t speak right away but rounded the kitchen counter and was walking towards me.

I started backing away until I was pressed to the fridge and there was no way for me to escape.

He caged me in with his hands on both sides of my head.

“We need to kiss.”

I think I need to see a doctor because my hearing is probably failing me.

“We need to what?”

This time he gave me the dimpled smile I liked so much and not one of his evil smirks.

“Let me show you.”

I had no time to object because his lips were on mine.

But he managed to surprise me so much that I was standing frozen in shock.

He moved away a bit and looked me straight in the eyes.

“We won’t get anywhere if you won’t cooperate darling.”

He took both my hands and put them behind his neck.

This way I was practically plastered to him.

“Now close your eyes.”

I didn’t obey right away because on one hand I was hoping his theory was correct, but on the other I was afraid of that same fact.

After a moment he raised his brow and I feigned exasperation when I closed my eyes.

I could feel his breath on my lips and my breathing became labored.

“Now just go with the flow.”

His voice was barely a whisper and next thing I know his lips were back on mine.

But this time I returned the kiss.

And as soon as the real kissing started I could feel sparks between us, butterflies in my stomach and dampness in my panties.

It was as if he awoke a greedy monster inside me.

I started kissing him with passion.

My hands were tangled in his hair and I was pulling on it lightly.

Our kiss was pure passion and steam at this point.

I can’t tell you where it came from but it felt so good and not enough at the same time.

His hands went under my ass and grabbed onto my tights, and he suddenly lifted me so now my legs were wrapped around his waist.

My body started grinding against his hardness on its own.

A moan escaped my lips and even more dampness rushed to my nether regions.

But it still felt like not enough.

“More Mason. I need more.”

The second my lips moved away from his, he attacked my neck, biting and sucking it gently.

“What do you need Rachel? If you want it, you need to tell me.”

I groaned in frustration.

I knew what I wanted, but I was never voicing my needs so far to a man in the middle of a make out session.

“I need your fingers Mas. At least them. Please. I want to cum.”

He chuckled but still started working on my leggings right away, trying to get them out of the way.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He lifted me and put my feet on the ground.

Is he going to leave me high and dry now that he managed to get the words out of me?

Just as I was about to ask him he pulled my leggings and panties all the way down my legs and lifted one foot to get them off completely.

“Lean on the fringe.”

His command came a moment before he lifted my leg and put it on his shoulder.

No man has ever gone down on me and I started to panic, but my protest was cut short once he licked my slit.

Why did I never let a man go down on me?

“Damn Rach. You are so wet. Is this all for me?”

I only managed to whimper at his question because he was sucking my clit into his mouth, while his hand was playing around my opening.

And it felt amazing.

Suddenly from nowhere a weird sensation started gathering in my stomach.

And I realized it was my orgasm building, but it was different than any I had so far in my life

It felt bigger and better.

“You are so tight around my fingers I am afraid you will strangle my cock once we get that far.”

I was never one to like dirty talking, but his words sent me over the edge.

And before I managed to process anything a huge orgasm took over my body.

Mason slowed his pace but didn’t stop licking.

Once my body calmed down he stood up and gave me a kiss that left me speechless.

“I hope I answered all of your questions and doubts.”

And with those words he bent down, picked up my panties, put them in his back pocket and went to his room.

I was standing in the kitchen shocked and half naked.

What the hell just happened?