He started thrusting shallowly, fucking my mouth now, and I let him, relaxing my throat to take him deeper, gagging a little but pushing through, tears pricking my eyes from the effort.

My mind spun with the rawness of it, the intimacy of kneeling there, servicing my roommate like this, the power shift and the surrender both thrilling me to my core.

"God, your mouth feels incredible," he growled, his body tensing, thighs quivering under my hands.

I could tell he was close, his cock swelling, but then suddenly, the front door clicked open, and Scarlett's voice rang out from the hallway.

"Davis? I'm home early, thought we'd grab dinner—...