Hot Roommate 5

Anna.

The sizzling fries echo around the kitchen. I hiss when the oil touches me, burning my skin.

It’s already been two weeks since Ledger and I became roommates but we've never seen each other.

He's always cooped up in his room, same thing with me. I mean, what are we going to be discussing? Books? Hockey?

Hell, I don’t know but I crave to see him, talk with him. You know, bond with him like roommates do.

‘Are you sure you want it like roommates do?’ The voice in my head says and I turn red immediately.

That’s true though. I mean, since I have Ledger as my roommate, I’m always horny as fuck.

Every night, I go to bed touching myself to the thoughts of him.

Fuck, he has delicious red lips, I want to taste them. His sinewy arms make me wish he’ll use them on me.

Maybe trail his fingers into my watery pussy and tease me to oblivion.

Holy cow, my bare pussy is now full of juices. It’s drenching my upper thighs.

I love cooking but since the start of this semester, this is my first time cooking, and thanks to Lizzy’s advice.

When I told her Ledger and I don’t see nor talk to each other, she asked me if he has a girlfriend. I said no.

Well because I’ve never seen him with any woman before.

‘Maybe he does but doesn’t wanna bring her home, don’t you think?’

I groan at the sound of that voice again. I hate that harsh truth. I mean, it’s impossible a guy as handsome as Ledger doesn’t have a girlfriend that gives him mind-blowing sex.

Lizzy then told me to cook for him because that would make him talk to me. And that’s me carrying out my friend's advice.

The fries make a pop sound, dragging me out of my thoughts and I hiss.

With a grit to my teeth, I turn the sizzling fries and focus back on cutting the vegetables.

Beads of sweat form on my forehead and I flip it off with my handkerchief I kept on the counter.

I was just about to pick up the knife again and continue chopping the vegetables when a voice came from behind me.

“Hey!”

I gasp and turn around with a curse. My hand clutches my chest as I watch Ledger standing by the kitchen’s doorframe with his sexy, silky, shaggy hair.

Heat blooms inside me and my shock suddenly turns to attraction and intense want.

My heart tap-dances and my lips curl up in a greeting smile. “Hi…”

We silently stare at each other.

Why is he looking at me so intently? I think to myself as I melt under his soft gaze.

Fuck, when I figure out his eyes are tracking my nipples, they turn hard, poking against my dress.

What the hell? Is he attracted to me too?

“Ahem!” Ledger clears his throat, gaining my attention. “I see you’re cooking….”

“Ah, yes. I am. Would you like to try?” My smile is bright and elegant and I’m almost on my tippy toes as he looks at me.

“Actually, I’m allergic to fries. Thanks but I’ll try your food next time, I’ve a match to meet up with.” He scratches his hair, smiling apologetically at me.

When the front door slams shut behind him, my frozen smile fades, replaced by frustration.

Hell, the way he outright rejected my offer shows he has a girlfriend or girlfriend. Given my plus size? A guy as handsome as Ledger will want someone slim and hot like Lizzy.

Saddened, I put off the stove and head into the hallway with a sigh. But I pause from going into my room when I find out Ledger’s room is open.

Of course, curiosity gets the best of me and I sneak inside. The first thing that hits my nose is his cedarwood scent. It lingers everywhere in the room, making my clit tingle.

His room is totally masculine with four poster bed. Its undertone is navy blue. It’s a little tousled with his worn shirt crumpled on the bed.

His Jean trouser is anchored by the standing mirror, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I realize the reason Ledger gave me that hard, longing look.

My nightgown is literally short, just a shy away from revealing my bare ass and pussy. My large breasts are creamy and plucking out from the tight bodice of the gown.

I look sexy but did Ledger find me sexy?

Did he get horny at the look of me?

“Uhhhh!!” I groan, hot and horny for his touch.

I bet I’m going to go crazy if he mistakenly touches me.

‘Stop being delusional, Anna.’ The voice in my head echoes with a taunt lingering in it.

I move away from the mirror with a sigh until my eyes land on the bedpost where Ledger’s red boxer is hanging on.

A lazy smile finds my lips as I scoot over and grab it. Reflexively, I dip my nose in the underside of his boxer and sniff.

“Jeez, this is heaven. His musky scent is superb. I wanna smell more.” I tell myself excitedly as I jump onto his bed.

Leaning on the headboard, I bring the boxer to my nose again and smell.

I find the slimy precum on it and scroll my finger over it. My mouth water as I lick his musk.

“Oh. Shit. He tastes amazing.” I murmur, swallowing the content.

I guess he masturbated with his boxer, I say to myself and the thought makes me smile.

“Fuck, this is going to be useful now,” I speak to the fabric in my hand before parting my thighs.

My pussy juts out, hungrily fluttering like a bird’s wings. My clit is turgid, seeking a passionate tongue action and deft fingers.

With a start, I flick my clit, and a popping sound erupts around me. I bubble with laughter at the touch.

Slipping my eyes closed, I continue sniffing him, moaning and riding the fingers I kept at my sex.

I rock my clit into my fingers, imagining Ledger’s cock rocking shamelessly over it. I imagine him tugging the flesh of my full clit in his mouth, causing me to moan while shivers rocket down my spine.

The pleasure isn’t too much but it can serve me for now.

I play with myself, smelling his boxer briefs, touching my channel.

It becomes too much that I perch two fingers together, wanting to sink it inside and that’s when I hear the howl coming from the door.

“What the fuck?”

Stunned, I gather my thighs together, shock rippling through me as my widened eyes lock with Ledger’s.

Hell, I thought he already left? I think as my cheeks burn with shame.

My heart jump-starts when Ledger strides into the room. His eyes are pinned between my closed legs.

When the bed dips as he climbs onto it, I know I’m doomed.

“You’re touching yourself on my bed?” He snarls, gazing at me.

“Listen, Ledger…” I stutter. I don’t know what the fuck to say.

Should I lie or tell the truth about my hunger for his touch? For his dick?

However, before I can conclude, Ledger tugs firmly at my legs, fluttering them open with fluid grace.

I gasp, muttering. “Ledger!”

He looks up at me and smirks evilly. “I guess, my mouth will work better, baby girl.”

At that, Ledger traces a straight wet line through my slit.

TBC.