He bent me over the sink while my roommate was asleep [F19/M21] [Kitchen Hookup] [Creampie] [Risky]

It was one of those messy, half-planned college parties. Music too loud, people I barely knew crowding our tiny apartment, red solo cups on every surface. I didn't even really want to throw it, but my roommate begged me and somehow I ended up playing hostess while she disappeared with some guy she was flirting with all week.

He was her older brother. Visiting for the weekend. Quiet, hot in that slightly intimidating way, and polite to everyone like he didn't belong there. I'd seen him around once or twice, but never talked much. Tonight though… I could feel his eyes on me all night. Not obvious staring, just little looks when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

I was in a cropped tee and sleep shorts, barefoot, doing the post-party cleanup once everyone left. My roommate had already gone to bed, and it was just me and him left in the kitchen. He started helping without asking, drying dishes while I rinsed beer-sticky cups and wiped counters.

It was quiet. The kind of quiet where you can hear the fridge hum and every breath feels loud. He handed me a plate and our hands brushed. Nothing dramatic, but something shifted. We both kind of froze. Then he stepped behind me, not touching yet, but close enough that I felt the air change.

I dropped a spoon in the sink and bent to grab it, knowing exactly what I was doing. I felt him step even closer, and his voice came out low and rough.

"You sure?"

I didn't say anything. Just nodded. That was all he needed.

His hands slid onto my hips like he'd been waiting all night. He pushed my shorts down so slow I swear I was shaking. No teasing, no dirty talk, just this overwhelming quiet tension. Like we both knew we had to keep it silent or everything would fall apart.

He pressed against me and slid in, slow and careful, letting me feel every inch. I was dripping wet, already throbbing from the way he touched me like he'd done it before in a dream.

His thrusts were deep and smooth, holding my hips steady while my hands gripped the edge of the sink. I bit my lip to keep quiet. My roommate was literally in the next room. Every sound felt dangerous. Every second felt too hot to be real.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to my back, kissing the space between my neck and shoulder. His breath was shaky. His hands were firm. And the way he moved… god, he wasn't even trying to go fast. Just slow, focused, like he was memorizing how I felt around him.

I came fast, embarrassingly fast, muffling the moan into my arm. He didn't stop. Just kept moving, gentle and deep, until he tensed and let out the softest groan as he came inside me. I felt every warm pulse and didn't even care. I just stood there, trying to breathe, while he stayed inside for a moment, holding me still like he didn't want to leave.

He helped pull my shorts back up after, didn't say a word. Just gave me this look that said everything.

We haven't talked about it. Not really. But every time he visits now… I always make sure the kitchen's clean. Just in case.