What is said in lust rarely survives the light of day.
Although Darius and I had agreed on going exclusive, it was impossible as long as him and Hanna worked and lived together. The idea seemed beautiful at the time, however, we would have to remain secretive for the foreseeable future. Of course, this did not stop us having some naughty fun, and when it was more daring, it felt so much more exciting.
It turns out, Hanna had heard us when she'd returned on that fateful night but she did not, for one second, think it was me that was in Darius' bedroom getting well and truly fucked. She'd figured Darius had brought home somebody he'd picked up on a date. I'd managed to slip out of the apartment the next morning before Hanna had woken up and was able to return to my place without raising any suspicion. It felt ever so delicious and naughty that she'd heard us the night before. I had images of her listening intently outside of Darius' room to hear any tell tale sounds coming from the bedroom. I'd wondered if she'd listened, if she'd heard us before, or... did it turn her on to hear the naughty noises of her roommate, and his conquests.
So Hanna and I would appear to be still going strong, with me occasionally having my piece on the side. And what a very large and sexy piece he was.
Hanna is obviously a very highly sexed women and it really does get wild a lot of the time. From the first time I had met Darius, I found out that he could hear quite a lot that goes on in her bedroom, and recently he'd naughtily informed me that he had been masturbating, listening to Hanna and I get freaky. Jeez! Were they both at it? The thought of him stroking his beautiful, big cock while we fucked was so hot! Because he'd told me this, I found myself picturing it whilst in the throes of passion with Hanna. I'd imagine him wanking watching us, or imagine him behind me, ready to mount me while I fucked her. It always sent me over the edge and I started to wonder if it was Hanna getting me off or the thought of Darius in my head.
About a month ago, Hanna and I had just finished a passionate session and while she had visited the bathroom, my phone lit up next to the bed. It was a short video from Darius, showing me exactly what he was doing in the twilight hours. The dim light reflecting off a shiny, lubed up, juicy looking, beautiful black cock, whilst he stroked it slowly and seductively. I had that usual feeling when my mouth feels funny and I crave and feel a deep hunger for him. I had to have him. I text back immediately......hold that thought.
I let Hanna know I'd go and get us a glass of water and I slipped out of her room and padded the few steps along the hallway, wearing just a slutty smile, to Darius' bedroom. I silently pulled at the door handle and quietly slipped inside. Darius was lay on his back on his bed, his thick, muscular thighs, slightly parted as he stroked that big, black cock for me. The scene was beautiful. The light was dimmed and a thin layer of perspiration shone on his body. Not a word was said between us. I crawled onto the bed and slowly began kissing and teasing up his thighs, working myself slowly to his big balls.
Darius had other ideas and gripped the back of my head to aim his swollen cock head straight into my mouth. He forced himself passed my lips and held me there, stroking his big cock faster. I've experienced his climax numerous times, and I knew from his short breaths and gasps, that he was about to cum.
I went into slut overdrive. I wanted his cum, no, I needed his cum. I swirled my tongue around his bulbous bell end, licking and dipping my tongue into his slit. I wanted to savour it, for him to just unload everything he has into my mouth. I sucked on his cock like I wanted his soul.
Darius' entire body convulsed and tensed up. He held his breath for a split second longer before roaring aloud and sending an explosion of his potent semen into my extremely hungry mouth. I felt jet after jet of his hot cum unload on to my tongue and did my best to swallow it all down. I savoured it, enjoying the feeling of his delicious, twitching, spitting cock in my mouth as I clamped my lips around him to hold him in place and stop it slipping away. I did not want to miss a single drop.
Whilst Darius caught his breath and his gasps had slowed down, I relinquished my grip on his cock and let his semi flaccid penis slip from my mouth before licking my lips.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to Hanna?" He spoke for the first time since I'd entered the room, but he sounded almost accusatory, using a flippant tone.
"I can stay for a little." I suggested, although, I knew I really did have to get back to Hanna.
I'd missed my long nights cosying into him and wished I could stay, wished things could be different. I promised we'd have more time together soon but he was already drifting off like he occasionally would after releasing his monster orgasm. Alas, I padded back to Hanna's room; a belly full of Darius' delicious cum and I felt slightly satisfied, although I was secretly wondering when I'd next get my much needed ass fuck.
The ritual became more common as the weeks went by. I began to actually look forward to the grande finale. Every time I'd fuck Hanna, I'd be wondering if Darius was listening in and pleasuring himself to our moans and groans of ecstasy. I'd maybe moan a little louder for his benefit, but I'd always check my phone after we'd finished and was left downhearted when I didn't have that tempting text message waiting for me. Hanna had noticed too, she'd often ask if she'd do something wrong as my moods would fluctuate if I didn't have that all enticing message and invitation from Darius.
