Never Have I Ever: Punched my Roommate’s V-Card

Finn’s mouth was soft and sweet as he pressed gentle kisses against my lips.

I sighed at the contact.

I loved kissing, and nothing was hotter than getting lost in a deep, soul-satisfying kiss.

I didn’t indulge in that kind of kissing often. It was too intimate to do with strangers, so it was strictly for girlfriends.

And Finn.

Firm, warm hands cupped my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body flush against mine. I parted my lips, opening for him.

Finn was an incredible kisser. He put his entire body into it, and the sweet ways he touched me sent shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with arousal.

I licked into his mouth, teasing his tongue. He moaned into the kiss, moving his lips faster, hungrier with each swipe of my tongue.

“Fuck.” He pulled away and sat back on my thighs.

“Yeah.” I slid my hands from his back to his hips and tugged him closer, wanting more.

“Nuh-uh.” He grinned wickedly. “Not yet. It’s my turn.”

“I really want to touch you.”

I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. It was true.

I’d spent an inordinate amount of time imagining how it would feel to be able to run my hands and mouth over his incredible body.

Finn wasn’t big, but he wasn’t small either. His muscles were long and lean, and he had a little hint of definition that was sexy as hell.

Everything about him turned me on, and my body was tight as a drum. He pulled my hands off his hips and pressed them against his thighs.

“You can touch me. After I’m done. I didn’t get a chance to play on Saturday. I want a turn.”

“Then by all means, have at it.” I made sure to slide a lazy little grin over my lips.

I liked playful Finn, and as much as I needed to touch him, I wanted to see what he would do next.

He shifted closer, rolling his hips so his hard dick dragged against my stomach. The featherlight contact felt incredible, even through the layers of his clothes.

He did it again, harder.

I groaned and dug my fingers into his thighs. I wouldn’t take over. This was Finn’s show.

“You’re unfairly hot.” He smoothed his hands over my shoulders, then slid them down my arms and twined our fingers together.

“Unfairly hot?” I rasped.

“Yeah. You’re smart, kind, nice, and funny as hell. It’s unfair that you’re so hot on top of being such an awesome guy.”

“You’re going to give me a big head if you keep complimenting me like that.” I let my head fall back with a soft thud. He gave my hands a squeeze, then let go and pressed his palms against the upper swells of my pecs.

“I’ve already given you a big head.” He waggled his eyebrows and bumped our erections together.

I let out a huff of laughter. “Tease.”

“Maybe.” He traced my pecs but didn’t touch my nipples.

“Finn, please.”

He bent his head and licked my right nipple.

“Holy fuck.” I jerked under him. “Do that again.”

Chuckling, he pulled the tight bud into his mouth and suckled it, using his tongue until I was squirming under him, my hands buried in his hair.

“Jesus Christ,” I slurred when he pulled back.

“Feel good?”

I nodded and gently smoothed his hair. “Yeah. I didn’t realize they were such a hot spot, but damn.”

Grinning impishly, he leaned down and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

I panted and wiggled under him, desperately trying to rub my dick against his to get some much-needed friction.

Finn, however, was having none of it and kept his hips angled away from me. He’d meant it when he’d said he wanted to play.

“God damn.” I lay boneless against the wall, panting heavily as he sat back, a pleased grin stretching his lips. “You’re a tease.”

“Yup.” He traced a finger down my happy trail. “You have the hottest cum gutters.”

I let out a bark of laughter. “What?”

“Cum gutters.” He traced the V of muscles that lead from my hips to my groin.

“You mean my Adonis belt?”

“Nope. I mean your cum gutters.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a little half smile. “Imagine how hot they’re gonna look with my cum sliding down them.”

“That would be fucking hot.” I gripped his thighs tighter. “Now imagine both of our loads sliding over them.”

He swallowed hard. “That needs to happen.”

“Now,” I agreed.

“Get your dick out. I have an idea.”

Wordlessly, I dug a hand into the front of my sweats. Finn shifted so he could pull his pants down under his ass. His cock bobbed in front of him, hard and dripping.

I stared at it.

I’d seen it on Saturday, but I’d been so drained from my orgasm and confusion that I hadn’t really focused on it. Instead, I’d watched Finn as he’d gotten himself off.

It had been one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I needed more.

“What’s your idea?” I finally looked up at his face.

“Two choices. We can jerk each other off, or we can press our dicks together, and one of us can jerk both of us at the same time.”

“The second one.”

He grinned and slid closer, lining us up. “You want me to do it?”

I shook my head and wrapped one hand around both our cocks.

Holy shit, I was holding another man’s dick.

The shock only lasted a few seconds. Then it melted into something darker, needier.

He felt good in my hand. Hard and hot. Familiar but different.

And the sensation of his shaft against mine sent my arousal into the stratosphere.

Finn let out a low groan as he thrust his hips, forcing his dick to slide against mine.

“Can you get the lube out of the drawer?” I asked hoarsely.

He leaned over and tugged it open. He rummaged around, then pulled out the small bottle of lube I kept for this very reason.

“Should I be concerned about the number of condoms in there?” He flicked the cap open and poured some lube onto our cockheads.

I jumped as the cold liquid hit my heated skin, and I let go of our dicks. “They were handing them out like candy during orientation. Didn’t you stock up?”

He tossed the lube aside. “Pretty sure we went to different orientation events.”

He pumped his hand down our shafts, slicking them with the lube.

“There. Nice and slippery.” He let go and wiped his hand on his pant leg, then put both hands on the wall next to my head.

I gripped our shafts again and gave us a slow stroke.

He moaned and pressed his forehead against mine, looking between us.

I did the same. Seeing his hard dick as little beads of precum appeared in the slit, was so fucking hot.

Knowing I was about to make him lose it was even hotter. I squeezed us tighter, twisting my hand and picking up the pace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Hold your hand still. I wanna try something.”

I did as he said, keeping my grip nice and tight.

He spread his legs a bit wider, then thrust up into my hand.

The slide of his hot, hard shaft against mine was so incredible I gasped. A starburst of color flashed behind my closed eyes.

I opened them, not wanting to miss a second of Finn’s teasing.

Finn made a throaty, desperate sound and moved faster, snapping his hips as he fucked my hand.

“That’s it. Get yourself off. I want to see it,” I murmured, leaning back so I could look at his face.

He met my gaze, his eyes wide and glassy. His lips were parted as he let out the sweetest sounds. Low moans, soft grunts, and half-formed words mixed with the squish of lube and my labored breaths. It was sexy as fuck.

I had a thing for watching my partners come. I loved to see the exact second they tipped over, and I couldn’t have looked away from Finn if someone had paid me.

I wanted that moment, and I wanted it now.

Planting one hand on the bed, I thrust my hips up, moving in time with him as we fucked into my fist.

“Holy shit. Beck?” His eyes were wide with what looked like fear.

“I’ve got you,” I assured him between pants, using every last ounce of my self-control to keep my orgasm at bay. My body tightened and waves of pleasure washed over me, getting strong and faster with every desperate thrust of Finn’s hips.

“Let go, baby. Give it to me.”

Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

He shuddered, and his cock pulsed. Then he was coming, shooting his load over my hand and onto my stomach.

I slowed my strokes, wanting to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.

His cock gave one last little spurt. Finn gritted his teeth and hissed in a breath.

I let go of both of us, steeling myself as my orgasm hovered right there under the surface. My cock bobbed and jerked as my muscles tightened. I was so fucking close, but I wasn’t done watching Finn.

He let out a happy little sigh, his eyes fluttering closed.

Seconds later, he snapped them open, his pleasure-drunk gaze meeting mine.

Wordlessly, he gripped my cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

I groaned and let my head fall back against the wall. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to the pleasure. To him.

“Nuh-uh. You’re not taking this away from me,” he purred as he slowly stroked up my shaft. “Open your eyes.”

I did, my chest heaving as heavy breaths sawed out of me.

“That’s it.” He sped his hand up, stroking at exactly the right pace and adding a little twist to his hand that had me seeing stars.

“Fuck, Finn.”

“Come for me, Beck. Let me see it.”

My orgasm tore out of me with the speed and force of a freight train. Sounds I’d never made before fell from my lips as I jerked and bucked, giving in to the overwhelming need inside me. I came harder than I ever had in my life.

Finn stroked me through it, uttering words of encouragement.

I wasn’t used to having such an involved partner when it came to sex, and I fucking loved it.

Most of the girls I’d been with were more than happy to let me do the work, and because of my watching kink, that had been enough.

But Finn gave as good as he got. Everything I hurled at him, he shot right back, matching my energy and upping the ante until I was delirious with need.

It was as eye opening as it was arousing.

Finally, the pleasure shifted to pain, and he let go of me.

He sat back on my thighs, a broad smile on his face.

“Holy fuck,” I mumbled. “I think you killed me.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

“Can we lie down?” I asked shakily. “I’m not feeling all that steady right now.”

“You get comfy. I’ll be right back.”

He climbed off my lap and the bed. I clumsily flopped over and wiggled up to the pillows.

Laughing softly, he gave me another kiss, tucked himself away, and left my room.

I lay there, boneless and spent, but my mind was spinning.

Sex with Finn was the hottest I’d ever had. Not that the sex I’d had before was bad, but it had never been like this. The passion and need I felt for him went beyond anything I’d ever felt for a girl.

And that was fucking with me.

I was bi, no question. I liked girls. I was attracted to them, and I enjoyed sex with them.

But what did it say about me that a couple of handies from my male roommate had been hotter than even the marathon sessions I’d had with one particularly enthusiastic ex?

Finn came back into the room with a cloth in his hand. He gently wiped me clean, tucked my dick away, then tossed the cloth into the hamper in the corner.

“Nice shot.” I held out my arm, and he folded himself against me, his head on my chest and one arm around my middle, threading one leg through mine.

“You were right,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“It was really hot seeing both our loads in your cum gutters.”

I laughed. Pure euphoria washed over me as the endorphins hit full force. “Too bad I missed it.”

“You can look next time.”

He stiffened in my arms.

“Chill, Finn. We both know this is going to happen again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m still not in a place where I can promise you anything, though.”

“I know. And that’s fine.”

I carded one hand through his damp hair, smiling when he made a soft sound, almost like a purr.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He pressed a kiss against my chest.

“When we played Never Have I Ever, you didn’t drink. But it’s obvious you’ve hooked up.”

“I have. But my list is tame compared to you guys. Like if someone had said ‘never have I ever gone down on a guy,’ I could have drunk, but no one brought up any same-sex things.”

“That’s true.”

“And I think I have a different definition of hooking up. To me, hooking up means sex. Like penetrative sex.”

“I define it as messing around. As long as it goes further than kissing, it’s hooking up.”

“Then there were a few times I could have had a drink. And a few I said that I actually have done using your definition.”

“Can I ask about your experience? I know you haven’t had sex, but you’ve done other stuff.”

He nodded against my chest. “I don’t have a huge list of partners or anything, but yeah, I’ve done stuff. I messed around with a few guys in high school. It didn’t get further than blow jobs, but I didn’t want more back then, so that was fine.”

“And since you started here?”

“The same thing. I’ve messed around with a few guys, experimented a bit, but I didn’t find anyone I was comfortable enough to go all the way with.” He let out a sigh. “I tried once. I was tired of being a virgin and feeling like a loser. I was seeing this guy from one of my classes. Well, seeing is a stretch. We’d meet up after class and fool around in an empty classroom or the library or someplace like that. We couldn’t have sex because we had to be quick and careful, but I invited him to my room one day so we’d have privacy and could take our time.”

“But you didn’t go through with it?”

“I couldn’t relax. When we were in a public place, he was really into it, but without that thrill, he seemed bored. And I wasn’t about to let a guy who wasn’t fully present pop my cherry. He didn’t care about me, just the orgasms.”

“I’m sorry. That had to hurt.”

“A little. I stopped meeting him after class because of it.”

“Was the public stuff just because he liked it?”

“At first. But then I discovered I liked it too. A lot.”

“You’re full of surprises.”

“You’ve never hooked up in public?”

“A few times.”

“Did you like it?”

“Way more than my partners did.”

“So I’m not the only exhibitionist here, huh? That could be interesting.”

My dick chubbed up at that thought.

“It could.” I cleared my throat. “And you didn’t try again? To have sex, I mean?”

“No. I was on Grindr for a while. I met up with a few guys, but without any sort of connection, it just didn’t feel as good. I got off, they got off, but I never agreed to sex because I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax with a stranger.” He trailed his finger over my collarbone. “I’m guessing there’s not a lot that you haven’t done.”

“Well, anything involving two dicks is brand new. Or even just a dick that isn’t mine. And butt stuff.”

“You never did that with a girl?”

“Nope. Not many girls are into that, at least not the ones I’ve been with. I was curious, but not enough to ask.”

“And now?”

“My curiosity has definitely grown.”

He chuckled and nuzzled my chest. “You’re comfy.”

“So are you.”

“I don’t wanna, but I should go. I have an early class tomorrow.”

A rush of disappointment washed over me, but I pushed it back.

“Yeah. I should get to bed too.”

He pressed a kiss against my pecs, then leaned up and kissed my lips.

“Night, Beck.”

“Night, Finn.”

With one last smile, he rolled off my bed and slipped his feet into his shoes.

Then he was gone, and I was alone with my thoughts.