Roommate's Silver Fox Claims His Costume-Party Tease

The bass from the downstairs speakers vibrated through the old Victorian house, but up here on the second floor the noise had softened into something distant and hazy. Mia’s red patent-leather heels clicked against the hardwood as she slipped away from the crowded living room, the tiny devil tail attached to the back of her costume swaying with each deliberate swing of her hips. The costume was criminal—crimson satin that barely covered the lower curve of her ass, a plunging corset top that pushed her full tits up like an offering, and little red horns perched in her dark waves. She knew exactly how she looked. She had dressed for one man only.

Derek had been watching her all night. She had made sure of it.

For weeks she had teased him mercilessly in the apartment they shared. Tiny sleep shorts that rode up when she bent to get coffee. “Accidental” brushes of her breasts against his arm while they cooked. Breathless little comments about how she loved older men who knew what they were doing. Derek—tall, silver-haired, broad-shouldered, with that deep architect’s voice that made her thighs clench—had remained a gentleman. Barely. His jaw would tighten. His eyes would darken. But he never touched her.

Until tonight.

She felt him before she saw him. The heat of a large body stepping into the dimly lit hallway behind her. The hallway was narrow, lined with closed bedroom doors and a single antique console table against the wall. A string of orange fairy lights cast everything in warm amber and shadow. Mia stopped, heart hammering, and slowly turned.

Derek stood there in his costume—simple black slacks, a tailored black shirt open at the throat, and a pair of sleek onyx horns that somehow made the silver at his temples look even more distinguished. A fallen angel, he had called it downstairs. To Mia he looked like sin itself.

“You’ve been a fucking menace all night,” he said, voice low and rough. He took one step closer, then another, until she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. “Grinding that tight little ass against me on the dance floor like you weren’t daring me to do something about it. You think I didn’t notice?”

Mia’s breath hitched. She wasn’t drunk. Neither was he. They had both stayed stone-cold sober, as if they both knew this confrontation had been coming for months and neither wanted alcohol to blur a single second of it.

“I was hoping you would,” she whispered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. “I’ve been teasing you on purpose, Derek. For weeks. I wanted you to snap.”

His hand shot out, bracing against the wall beside her head, caging her in. The scent of him—cedar, expensive cologne, and something darker, masculine—flooded her senses. Up close he was even more devastating. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes, the strong cut of his jaw, the way his chest filled out that black shirt. Forty-eight years old and built like a man who still worked with his hands when he needed to.

“You have any idea what you’re asking for, little girl?” he growled. “I’m not one of those college boys downstairs. I’ve spent months jerking my cock raw to the thought of bending you over every surface in our apartment. If I touch you now, I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to claim that sweet young cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

Mia’s knees nearly buckled. Heat flooded between her thighs, soaking the tiny red thong she wore beneath the costume. She reached up, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, and looked him dead in the eye.

“I’ve been fantasizing about your hands for months,” she confessed, voice trembling with raw honesty. “I touch myself at night thinking about how experienced you are. How you’d know exactly how to fuck me. I don’t want gentle, Derek. I want you to ruin me.”

The last word had barely left her lips before he moved.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. Mia moaned into it, opening for him instantly. His tongue swept in, claiming, dominating. One of his big hands dropped to grip her ass, fingers digging into bare flesh where the costume failed to cover her. He lifted her slightly, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against her stomach so she could feel exactly how hard he was.

When they broke apart for air, Mia didn’t hesitate. She slid down the wall until her knees hit the floor, looking up at him with wide, lust-drunk eyes. Her red lips parted.

“Let me show you how badly I’ve wanted this.”

Derek’s hand fisted in her dark hair, not pulling, but holding. Controlling. “Then suck it, baby. Show me what that filthy mouth can do.”

With shaking fingers she opened his slacks and freed him. His cock was thick, heavy, veined, the head already glistening. The sight of it made her mouth water. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside, savoring the salty taste of his skin, the way his thigh muscles jumped under her palm. When she reached the head she swirled her tongue around it before taking him into the wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck,” Derek hissed, head tipping back. His grip in her hair tightened. “That’s it. Just like that. Look at me while you suck my cock, Mia.”

She obeyed, eyes locked on his as she bobbed her head, taking more of him each time. Her cheeks hollowed. Saliva slicked her chin. The hallway was quiet except for the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth and his low, ragged breathing. She pushed forward until he bumped the back of her throat and held there, swallowing around him, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” he praised, voice gravel-rough. “All those weeks of teasing and you were just waiting to drop to your knees for me, weren’t you? My perfect young tease.”

Mia whimpered around his thickness, the praise making her clit throb. She reached between her own legs, rubbing herself through the soaked satin of her thong while she sucked him with messy enthusiasm. Derek watched every second of it, silver brows drawn tight, lips parted.

He finally pulled her off with a wet pop, breathing hard. “Enough. Get up.”

She barely had time to stand before he spun her around and shoved her front against the wall. One large hand yanked her tiny skirt up over her ass. He ripped the thong down her legs in one brutal tug, leaving it tangled around one red heel. Two thick fingers plunged into her soaked pussy without warning.

“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping,” he groaned against her ear. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back onto his fingers. “Please, Derek. Fuck me. I need it.”

He didn’t make her beg twice.

The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance. Then he thrust in hard, burying half his length in one stroke. Mia cried out at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness. He was bigger than anything she’d ever taken, and the angle had her toes barely touching the floor.

“Too much?” he rasped, holding still inside her with obvious effort.

“No,” she moaned, reaching back to claw at his hip. “More. Give me all of it. I can take you.”

With a savage sound he drove the rest of the way in, bottoming out against her cervix. They both groaned. For a moment he just held there, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of the older man’s cock splitting her open.

Then he started to move.

Deep, punishing strokes that rocked her up onto her toes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the hallway. Mia’s cheek pressed to the cool wall, mouth open on desperate cries as he fucked her standing. Each thrust ground her clit against the edge of the console table he had her bent slightly over. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her belly.

“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder, Derek. I’ve wanted this for so long—please—”

He snarled and gave her exactly what she asked for. His hips snapped forward with enough force to lift her feet off the ground. One hand fisted her hair, arching her back, the other braced beside her head. The angle let him hit even deeper. Mia’s eyes rolled back.

Suddenly he pulled out, spun her, and bent her forward over the hallway console table. Her breasts spilled out of the corset top as her chest pressed to the wood. He kicked her legs wider and drove back in, even deeper from this angle. The table creaked beneath them. Mia’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.

“Yes—fuck—right there—don’t stop—”

“You’re going to wake the whole damn house,” he grunted, but he didn’t slow down. His hand cracked across her ass once, twice, leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin. “Let them hear how well you take this cock.”

He fucked her like that for long, relentless minutes, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. Mia came suddenly, violently, pussy clamping down around him as she cried out his name. Her legs shook. Derek kept thrusting through it, growling praise against the back of her neck.

When the spasms finally eased, he pulled out again, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and carried her the few steps into the nearest guest bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them. The room was dark except for the moonlight filtering through gauzy curtains. He dropped her onto the bed on her back, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and crawled over her.

“Legs open, baby. I want to watch your face while I wreck you.”

Mia spread her thighs wide, knees nearly to her shoulders. Derek knelt between them, lined up, and sank back inside her in one smooth thrust. This time he set a slower, devastating rhythm, grinding deep on every stroke so the head of his cock dragged over her g-spot. His hand came up to wrap lightly around her throat. Not squeezing hard—just enough pressure to make her eyes flutter and her pussy flutter around him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, voice dark. “My hand on your throat while I fuck you senseless?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, hips rolling up to meet him. “Choke me. I want to feel owned by you.”

His fingers tightened just enough. Mia’s mouth fell open on a silent cry as another orgasm built fast and brutal. Derek leaned down, silver hair falling across his forehead, and kissed her messily, swallowing her moans while he pounded into her.

When she came again he didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, shoved a pillow under her hips, and mounted her in prone-bone. The new angle was impossibly deep. Mia screamed into the mattress as he railed her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other braced beside her head. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. The wet sounds of their fucking were obscene.

“Come on, baby,” he growled against her ear. “One more. Milk my cock. I’m going to fill this tight little pussy up.”

Mia shattered. Her whole body seized, pussy spasming wildly around his thrusting cock. She screamed his name loud enough that anyone downstairs might have heard it over the music. Derek followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum flooded her. He kept moving through it, slow grinding thrusts that pushed every drop deeper, claiming her completely.

When the last shudder left them both, silence fell.

Derek stayed buried inside her. He shifted them carefully onto their sides, pulling her back flush against his chest without ever slipping free. His arms wrapped around her, one hand splayed possessively over her lower belly where she could still feel the warmth of his release. His lips found the side of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin as his breathing gradually slowed.

Mia’s eyes drifted shut. A wicked little smile curved her swollen lips. She deliberately clenched her pussy around his softening cock, earning a low, appreciative rumble from deep in his chest.

“I’m moving into your bedroom tonight,” she whispered into the quiet dark.

The only answer was the steady beat of his heart against her back and the gentle press of his mouth to her shoulder. The party continued downstairs, distant and irrelevant. In the moonlit room there was only the warmth of their bodies, the slick mess between her thighs, and the profound, satisfied silence that wrapped around them like a promise.