The Roommate Arrangement

**AUTHOR NOTE**

Thank you for the patience and enthusiasm for this story! We have Noah's POV and I hope you enjoy some insight into this possessive, confused man. He's having a crisis of self, and some orgasms to go along with it. There is a fair dose of angst in this chapter, but the final one (Sandy's Party) will have a HEA for these two!

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Noah

My car still reeked of sex. I don't know how Sandy didn't notice, but she was too busy batting her long lashes at me. She tossed her bag and sweater in the back, making sure to lean over and show me her impressive cleavage. I used to dream about my cock between her gigantic tits, the way she bit her lip when she fucked me with them. She had rosy, pink nipples and I liked sucking until they turned red. But the sight of her creamy skin falling out of her top did nothing for me. Not even a twitch.

"Thank you so much for giving me a ride. These heels are for looks only." Sandy sighed, making no move to put her seatbelt on. I ground my teeth together. Bran was waiting for me at home to celebrate the end of exams. Giving Sandy a lift was the last thing I wanted to do, especially after a three-hour exam on biomechanics. But Sandy had bumped into me, literally, just as I was walking out of the exam room. She had a full face of make-up on, a short peach dress and heels that made her long legs look incredible.

"No problem, big date tonight?"

She tossed her glossy blonde curls and her perfume wafted over me, sweet, warm and slightly spicy. It used to be my favorite. But now I preferred more heavy scents. Bran had this cologne that I couldn't get enough of, sort of citrusy. The freshness of it, combined with his sweat, was so unique.

Maybe he could let me borrow it after our arrangement finished up. My chest ached with a sudden pain, and I rubbed at it absentmindedly. Sandy's eyes widened.

"Yeah, you know Trent Ridge? He asked me out. I mean, I am single, after all." She gave me a throaty little laugh that was laced with steel. I fought the urge to smack my head on the headrest. Sandy was the most gorgeous girl on campus, but I didn't do commitment.

"He's great. Make sure he takes you somewhere nice, though. You deserve it." I turned the car on and cleared my throat. Sandy still didn't put her seatbelt on, and I swallowed a noise of frustration. I'd told Bran to be ready for me at four thirty on the dot, and it was four forty-five now.

"You don't mind?" Sandy's plump lips twisted in a sweet smile, like she could cajole me into being jealous. She widened her legs, and her skirt rode up her milky thighs.

"Your single Sandy, you can do whatever you want." I reached over and clipped in her seatbelt for her. Just like I could fuck whoever I wanted, and right now I wanted to be so deep in Bran, he whimpered and begged me for more. I took a deep breath as I pulled out of the car park. Underneath Sandy's cloying perfume was the scent of Bran and I's incredible fuck. I let it fill my lungs and some of the tension in my muscles eased.

"Did Bran talk to you?" Sandy asked, tapping her nails on the windowsill.

"What?" My head whipped to Sandy. Bran? Why was she talking about Bran right now? But then I remembered what he'd told me a week ago. She'd begged him to help her get back with me. "Yeah, he passed on your message. I don't appreciate you bailing up my friends. We are what we are, and if that changes in the future, I'll let you know."

Sandy's button nose scrunched up.

"You're friends with that creep now? I thought you were just roommates."

I bit my tongue so hard the taste of iron flooded my mouth. Just roommates? For a second, the truth hovered on my tongue. But how could I even put into words what Bran was to me? My cock twitched at the thought of him on his knees, swallowing me whole, staring up at me with those big, brown eyes. The sweet little moans he made when I slid between his fat cheeks. When he was bent over in front of me, his ass looked like any girls. But I'd fucked him in every conceivable position this week, like a man crazed. This exam was stressing me out because it was worth seventy percent of my grade. I couldn't afford any tension in my body.

So why were you going home to fuck him again? Exams are done. The arrangement is done.

"Don't call him that. Bran is cool." I brushed off the niggling thought in the back of my mind.

"If you say so. Maybe he's just shy around girls because my friend Zane thinks he's adorable as well. You're coming with them to my party tomorrow, right?"

My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel and the air in my lungs turned scorching. It took everything in me to release my breath slowly. Zane? What the fuck is it with this prick sniffing around Bran? I'd seen them together a few times, and I could see the appeal. I also saw the very blatant interest in his eyes when he looked at Bran. If he thought, he could swoop in and take my---

My? My what? Roommate who I fucked occasionally? Roommate who I spent every night snuggling with this week? Friend, whose ass made me see stars when I came?

I swallowed the rise of bile that coated my throat. After tonight, Bran was nothing but my roommate, and he could go out with whoever he wanted. So why did that make me want to throw up all over my sneakers?

"Noah?" Sandy danced her fingers down my sleeve as I pulled into my parking spot at my building.

"Yeah, I'll be there," I subtly shook off her grip. "Enjoy your date tonight."

Sandy grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, tottering around the car to lean against me.

"I'm not leaving until six, so if you change your mind..."

"What, you'd dump poor Trent to go out with me instead?" I shook my head. This girl was getting on my nerves. I needed to get upstairs to Bran, to bury my head in his dark curls and fuck him until he couldn't walk. Maybe we could skip the party tomorrow, just extend the celebrations for one last day.

"Noah be real. I've been clear about wanting you back. All these other boys are a distraction until you wise up and come back to me. Which we both know you will. We fit together, you and me. Everybody thinks we look perfect together."

She wasn't wrong about the picture perfect illusion we made. But it wasn't enough. I wondered what people would say if I had Bran with me instead. What would Zane say if I shoved my tongue down Bran's throat right in front of him? I shook my head. I must be truly pent up to have those kind of thoughts.

"I'm not playing your games, Sandy. I mean it. Have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow."

I locked my car and jogged away before she could draw me into more arguments. I'd been more than considerate of her, not fucking any of her two-faced friends who sent me half naked selfies. But Sandy still didn't get it. I wasn't interested in her. My heart thumped with excitement and my cock was half hard the closer I got to the apartment. I couldn't wait to be inside Bran again.

All night. No interruptions. Just the two of us fucking like animals.

I slammed the door shut and turned the lock with trembling fingers. Fuck, I was so ready for this. I'd gotten used to using his hole multiple times a day, but we hadn't had time this morning. I missed the feeling of him underneath me. His narrow chest panting in desperate wheezes.

"Bran? Where are you?" I called out. There was chill music playing in the lounge room, but his voice came from his bedroom.

"In here."

The way he said it made me drop my bag and run. Whistled through gritted teeth. Was he hurt? I skidded in the doorway and let out a relieved puff of laughter.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

Bran was naked on his bed, phone clutched in one hand and his other fisting his hard cock. Moans emanated from the screen, and I got a glimpse of two guys fucking before Bran closed it and tossed it to the side. Bran shrugged, and a squiggle ran from my stomach to my groin.

"I thought you'd be back earlier, but you took too long, so I started to warm myself up."

I'm straight. I'm completely one hundred percent straight.

But Bran was just so fucking pretty. Not handsome, pretty. Sandy's words rang in my ear, about him being a creep, and I wondered how she didn't notice what I did. His lashes were almost as long as hers, and they were real. Like Bambi, and underneath were those big, round brown eyes. Like the shadow between dusk and night. He had a wide mouth, full lips and a smooth, porcelain jawline that hadn't seen facial hair in his life.

"By all means, don't let me interrupt." I cocked an eyebrow, and he picked up his phone again. I tossed my clothes off without care, letting my underwear slap against the door. It caught on his door handle, and we shared a breathless laugh. Bran's cheeks were steadily gaining heat, especially as I revealed more of my body.

The expression wasn't new to me. I'd seen the same version on hundreds of girls. Anticipation, hunger and excitement. Bran's gaze dropped to my hard cock and his hand squeezed his even harder. I don't know. It was just different on a guy. So alien that he could look at my body and be turned on.

I was used to curves, soft tits, and juicy asses. The first time Bran took me in his mouth, I imagined he was Sandy, the same hot, wet feel. But it hadn't been the same. His hands were larger, rougher, and his short sharp nails dug deeper than Sandy's acrylic ones. He deep throated me until my knees wobbled, and every orgasm felt like it was stripping my insides. Like I was pouring my goddamn soul into Bran.

"You want me to find something else?" Bran looked up at me and I fought the urge to cup his cheek. The power I felt over this man was something else. It ran through my veins like a fucking drug. I could ask Bran to do anything, and he would. It was intoxicating. On the screen, there were two guys. One was riding the other. His hips rolled as he leaned down and locked lips with the other guy. They whimpered into each other's mouths, sloppy tongues and desperate ecstasy.

"Nah," I swallowed a lump in my throat, sitting next to Bran. I widened my thighs, so one plastered against him. His muscles tensed and he swallowed softly, but didn't stop jerking himself. He'd been at it for a minute. I knew from the pre-cum smeared over his narrow length and the way the head of his cock was almost purple. On the porn, the couple continued to kiss as the bottom snaked his hand between them and fisted the on-top one's cock. The moan he made sent a shiver down my spine.

"You want me to do that to you?" I nudged Bran and he fumbled with the phone.

"W-what?" he stuttered. Ever since our tryst in the car, I hadn't been able to keep my hands off his dick. It was only fair. He matched my sex drive better than anyone I'd ever met, and the coach was so impressed with how well my studies were going. I literally thought about two things lately: fucking Bran and swimming. Everything else was noise. Instead of grabbing my dick, I curled my hand around his.

"You haven't been on top of me since the car. What did you think I meant?" I took my time with him, enjoying the way he pulsed in my firm grip. Bran's eyes rolled back, and the phone shook in his hand. He was so damn responsive to every little thing I did to him. That was why I kept coming back, no other reason. Sandy was a pillow princess, and that's fine, occasionally. But I wanted someone who craved me, who fell to pieces at the thought of me touching them.

Bran's eyes narrowed on my lips and my stomach flipped.

"Baby?" The nickname rolled off my tongue like honey. I didn't do pet names. They were asking for trouble, because girls read into them more than they should. But it'd slipped out the first time I fucked Bran's mouth, and I hadn't been able to stop since. Bran squirmed as I strangled him with my fist, pressing his lips together in a thin line. His hands danced over my thigh and wrapped around my iron rod.

Bran didn't reply, and I let him dodge the question. His touch stole my cool. My body was tight as every blood cell rushed to my groin. My cock strained against Bran's expert touch. He flicked his wrist and moved at the perfect pace. I focused on the porn again. The bottom came with a moan, pulling the top down to bite his lip and kiss him deeply. The top crawled off, and they entwined together on the bed, rubbing their cum covered cocks together, darting their tongues in each other's mouth, and moaning.

I don't know if it was Bran's touch, the porn or the way I'd been waiting to fuck him all day, but I pushed Bran back on the bed.

"Move up," I urged him, lowering my heated body to his when he did. I flattened my chest against his and pinned him with my pelvis. He smelled like coconut body wash and a certain musk I now knew was cum. But there was something else, something unique to Bran. I ducked my head and ran my nose up his neck, enjoying the way he shuddered underneath me. I rocked my hips, and our cocks rubbed together, firm, heated and slick with cum.

"Fuck, Noah," Bran moaned, meeting every roll of my tense body. His eyes were bright with excitement and his tongue coated his lower lip. What would he taste like? What would it be like to kiss him? My thoughts crowded in on each other, like a bank of water building in a dam. Until it burst. I crashed my lips against his, taking what I wanted. His mouth opened in surprise, and I let my tongue sweep in against his. Bran's groan vibrated through my entire body. Our heart beats echoed against each other's, and it felt like we were fusing together. His tongue tangled with mine, and I swallowed every small, desperate noise he made.

"Touch me," I muttered against his lips, noticing he was scrunching the bed sheets in his fists. I'd been inside him. A little touching meant nothing. His hands sank into my hair as I deepened the kiss. I ground my hips against him. The tantalizing friction was not enough, but I couldn't pry myself away from Bran. I ran my hands down his neck, feeling his thundering pulse.

I'd never kissed anyone like this before. My full weight crushed Bran into the mattress as I tried to get closer to him. I wanted his very breath, I wanted every single thing. This was our last time doing this, and I was going to wring every little drop of Bran out I could.

This kiss didn't feel like goodbye though. It was too desperate. Bran's fingers were hooks in my hair, as he pulled me closer, wanting me just as much as I did him.

"Was this what you wanted?" I panted, searching his face. His dark brown curls were tousled, and his lips appeared swollen. My stubble had brought an angry red flush to his chin and jaw. I rolled my hips, loving the way his cock jerked against mine.

"Keep kissing me," Bran urged, leaning up to capture my lips again. But his reticence made me dodge him. I needed to hear him say it. That he wanted me, that he craved me. That my lips made him feel the way I did right now. I notched my hand under his jaw and squeezed softly. His adam's apple jerked as he swallowed, hard.

"Tell me how much you--ugh--want me right now." My neediness wasn't obvious in my tone. I was dominant. I was driven by lust. Bran admitted he had a crush on me, and I'd tried to forget the way he looked at me when he said it. So tentative, so nervous. And I'd teased him because what else could I fucking say? I wasn't gay. I didn't like Bran that way. But our kiss sank into my skin, it twisted up my insides.

I needed Bran.

"I want you so much," Bran breathed, but it wasn't enough. He was holding back. I could see it banked in his golden-brown gaze, trying to hide himself from me. I leaned down to suck on his neck, giving him a hickey right next to the faded one I'd marked him with. Because he belonged to me.

"I think you're a fucking liar." I kissed him, unable to stop myself. Caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sank them in until he whimpered. God, I loved that noise. I rolled up and caught our cocks together in one hand, jerking them both at the same time. Bran's eyes glistened as he looked up at me, awe and a smidge of fear. But mostly it was uncontrollable lust. The same force that ran through my veins.

"You can't stop thinking about me. You dream about me. Tell me. You want to be my greedy little cum whore for life, don't you? Are you addicted to me fucking you? You're obsessed with me. I'm right, aren't I?"

Bran let out a soft moan.

"Let me up," he begged, and I almost said no. I wanted him to confirm what I'd accused him of. This was the last time, but what if we didn't stop? I needed him to say it, so the raging fire in my chest stopped burning through my entire body. But Bran didn't. He scrambled down the bed and took my cock in his mouth. To the hilt, choking as my hard length hit the back of his throat.

"Fuck, baby. You're hungry." I let out a breathless laugh.

Bran's ass was high in the air as he slurped down my erection. His tongue, which my mouth still tingled from, twined around my steel heat. He hollowed his cheeks and worked me over until my balls tightened. I raked my hand through his gold laced brunette curls and let out another breathless laugh. Who would have thought I would end up here? Having my dick sucked by Bran and loving it.

"Look at me, Bran. God, you suck me perfectly. Let me see you." I cupped Bran's face and stared down at him as he bobbed on my cock. His lips stretched so perfectly around my dick, it was impossible to look away. My toes curled as he sucked, bobbed, and stroked his tongue. His eyes watered slightly from taking me so well. His hands convulsed around my upper thighs as I held the back of his head and took over.

"You want my cum down your throat?" I gasped, thrusting deep into Bran's mouth, until he gagged again. He looked up at me. A single tear broke from his lash line and ran down his face. His head jerked in a limited nod, and I hissed with satisfaction.

I could never get enough of the way Bran opened for me. How he was completely and utterly mine in this moment. Fire scorched through my veins as I shot my load down his throat. Endless ropes of cum flooded his mouth and a dribble of it escaped as he popped off and took a huge breath. He slumped onto his stomach, and I rolled onto my back next to him.

"How'd your exam go?" Bran scratched his shoulder.

"Smashed it," I grinned at him, enjoying the evidence of me on his body. The redness from my stubble, the hickeys, the blush on his cheeks. I knew he was hiding his hard cock on the bed, too. There was a warmth between us, a companionship I'd never had with a woman after sex. Sandy was like a limpet over my body, wanting to cuddle and pouting whenever I refused.

I rolled toward Bran and his heat was a stripe up my body.

"I'm gonna get in the shower. You coming?" I brushed a lock of hair off his forehead and his eyelashes fluttered.

"If that's what you want."

"Get your ass in the shower." I pursed my lips, swinging off the bed. It was what I wanted, or I wouldn't have offered. But his response irritated me. As did the way his bright blue gaze slid over me, even though his cock was half hard. I rubbed my churning stomach as I turned the shower on, trying to work out why it annoyed me so much.

Bran said, "if it was what I wanted."

Like he could take or leave what we were doing. Like he didn't give a fuck if it was me or some other guy making him scream. That wouldn't do. I had one more night to enjoy Bran, and I wanted him to admit how much he wanted me. Like he had in the car when he confessed his crush on me. My stomach had flipped, chest expanded in a dizzying breath. Staring at his slack jawed, horny, gorgeous face, I'd had the absurd compulsion to say I felt the same.

I had gotten caught up in the moment. Clutching the threads of lust Bran created in me. It wasn't him specifically. There were a thousand girls who could make me feel the same way. Sandy used to be one of them.