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Last night wasn’t the first time Eloise had a sex dream about her flatmate, Phillip. It’s not that she necessarily had feelings for him or something but there was something about him that intrigued her.
It had been well over 6 months since Eloise had moved in with Colin and Phillip when Penelope had decided to change her career path and transfer to Oxford Brookes.
Eloise didn’t mind living alone in their old Cambridge apartment, but Anthony insisted. Since their old flatmate Miles had graduated the semester before, the two boys had an empty room perfect for Eloise, according to Anthony and since he was the one mainly paying for her rent, she had no choice but to agree.
What seemed like an inconvenience at first slowly turned into habit and home. To her surprise the two were for the most part neat, they kept the apartment clean, quiet, and respectful of her boundaries, as well as respectful as Colin could be. As an older brother, he still tended to annoy her at least once a day.
She often had the place to herself on weekends where Colin would drive down to see Penelope and Phillip would visit his brother and nephews in the countryside.
Phillip had a certain way about him that Eloise liked. It was shy and reserved with a subtle sly sense of humor. He spent most of his days in the lab working on his research and picking up part-time shifts at the flower shop.
As the winter came slowly but surely, all three of them found themselves spending more time together in the confines of their flat.
And as much as she did not want to admit it, Eloise would find herself looking, no, staring at him sometimes, and wondering how his body would feel against her own. For the most part that's all it was, fleeting thoughts that she could easily brush off. Except for days like this, waking up in a sweat after a steamy dream of fucking her dorky flatmate.
Eloise rolled out of her bed and headed to the kitchen forcing herself to forget the dream that kept flashing around in her mind. She ate her breakfast on the island as she scrolled through her phone but nothing could help her keep her mind off him.
Thankfully her afternoon class was canceled due to some kind of convention her professor was attending leaving her the whole apartment to herself. She threw her dishes in the sink before shutting the door, slipping off her pajama shorts, and lying down on her bed.
Meanwhile, Phillip treaded up the road as his AirPods blasted an old indie rock song from his days in Sixth Form. He was lucky enough to have had the day cut short after his research supervisor told him to go home early.
As much as Phillip loved his time in the lab, these past few months had him craving to spend more time at home partly due to the change in weather and mostly due to Eloise.
He didn’t know when exactly his feelings for her developed, he supposed they grew stronger as the months went on, but the attraction was instant. The second he met her three years ago when she first arrived on campus he was left stunned.
Every word that came out of her mouth was some witty remark or jab at Colin. She was confident, clever, funny, and unapologetically herself, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. And not to mention her eyes, he swore he had never seen anything like them before. Her electric blue eyes were like a storm calling out to him.
Phillip carefully stepped into the apartment, slowly shutting the door trying not to disturb their next-door neighbor an elderly lady named Winnie, who had complained to him on multiple occasions about the racket they made when slamming their doors.
He threw his backpack on the sofa and hung his keys on the hook before walking towards his room for a much-needed nap.
The flat was made up of three bedrooms, a master bedroom with a full bath as Colin’s room on one end, then the living room and kitchen which split the flat in two, and then down the hall was their shared bathroom across from Eloise’s room which was next to Phillip’s.
As Phillip passed the bathroom he swore he heard something, taking off an airpod, Phillip heard a noise coming from Eloise’s room. As he turned towards her door he saw the door was open a crack and heard his name.
Phillip went to push open the door and finally spoke, “Yes? I did you—”
He stopped in his tracks as he saw the scene in front of him. Eloise lying back on her bed in nothing but an old green T-shirt, touching herself. Eloise jolted up, pressing her legs together. “How long were you here for?”
Stuttering as the words came out, “Sorry. I-I was just going to my room and I swore I heard you call out my name,” Phillip said embarrassed, then realization hit him. “Wait… Did I hear my name?” He asked the corners of his lips slightly curling into a smile.
Eloise did not know what to say, she was caught red-handed. She should have locked that damn door, she knew it tended to open by the tiniest gust of air. What was she thinking? He heard it plain and simple, there was no backing out now so she shrugged.
Phillip leaned on the frame of her door feeling a sudden surge of pride, “No need to stop, on my account.”
Eloise liked where this was going, “Are you saying you want to watch me, Crane?”
“And what if I said, I do?” He teased back.
“Then I would say lock the door and sit down,” Eloise said, her voice unshaken.
Phillip did as told and slowly sat down near Eloise's feet on her bed. She slowly spread her legs once again reaching down to softly rub her glistening cunt, her eyes never leaving his. Watching him admire her body with a mixture of genuine admiration and desire.
It should have been nerve-wracking, or at least it would have been if they were anyone else. But they were who they were: they were hungry, vulnerable, and non-judgmental.
Eloise tried to relax, reminding herself of the dream that led her to this, and there sat Phillip in front of her just as she wanted.
Phillip must have sensed a restlessness in Eloise, reaching out for her leg gently caressing it as her fingers dipped into herself, soft moans filled the room.
His heartbeat quickened as the situation dawned on him. Sure, he was no monk but never in a million years would he have thought that he would be in this position, let alone go along with it.
Her fingers slowly pumping in and out, the faint sound of the movement engraved itself into his memory.
Just as he was studying the sound and movement, her fingers slid up coating her slit. He looked up to meet her eyes, “Do you want to touch me?”
He couldn’t speak a sound, too terrified it would come out as a groan. All he could do was give her a nod painfully.
Eloise smiled, giving him a look, telling him with her eyes to go for it.
He swallowed hard before reaching out to spread her further. “So pretty,” he murmured, his fingers touching the softness of her folds. “So wet,” his index and middle fingers grazed down her folds, feeling the warmth and throb of her clit before continuing down to her entrance.
He never knew what it was about Eloise that made him so bold, but right at that moment her power washed over him again. His fingers coated themselves in her wetness as he lightly dipped them within her, then pulled out. Her slick left a string that broke apart seconds after forming. Phillip leaned in looking at her as he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking her arousal from his fingertips “And so sweet.”
Phillip noticed a change in Eloise; her eyes were glazed with need, her target, his mouth.
Just as he felt himself retreat into his old ways, the shyness was washed away with a surge of confidence. “May I?”
Eloise didn’t say a word, she couldn’t. All she wanted to do was offer some sly remark but he left her utterly speechless, all she could do was nod.
Phillip shifted his weight to his left arm as he pushed himself to stand up and walked towards the foot of the bed before climbing until his face hovered over the area where her legs met.
Eloise reached out pulling at the hem of his shirt, commanding him to take it off, which Phillip gladly did so. Using his hands he pushed her legs further apart taking in the sight of her as he settled between them.
Thoughts of Eloise naked often appeared in his thoughts and followed him in dreams but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. Her washed-out forest green t-shirt had ridden up her torso, exposing the soft curves of her belly and hips, giving the tiniest glimpse of the lower swell of her breast. His eyes trailed over the soft milky flesh of her inner thighs and glistening center.
He longed to let the moment last, to draw every ounce of pleasure from her until she was completely spent. Eloise had made her distaste for relationships clear, for all Phillip knew this moment was fleeting, but because of that Phillip knew he had to make it memorable.
Phillip lowered his lips to kiss her inner thigh reverently, his tongue lightly grazing her flesh in between kisses as his mouth traveled closer to the spot she craved. His arms were looped around her thighs, his grip strong yet gentle. As Phillip looked up he found Eloise supporting her upper body as she propped herself on her elbows looking at him with fervent anticipation. Her chest heaving anxiously yet aroused.
As he dipped his face lower, kissing her center softly, a soft moan hit his ears. If this was only the start his mind wondered about other noises his touch could solicit. He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers as he returned his mouth to her cunt. Dragging his wet tongue against her folds, kissing and sucking lightly, Eloise gasped at the electric sensation he stirred within her.
Her hands tightly gripped the floral pattern sheets beneath her.
His mouth worked tirelessly on her clit, coaxing her breathy moans only to turn them into whimpers, urging him for more. Begging to end her torment, to bring her to the point of release that she so wished for.
Eloise’s hands release their grasp on the sheets in exchange for the soft curls of his light brown hair. Jerking her hips against his mouth, encouraging him to soothe the ache he caused in the first place. She felt him smile against her, then mumbled, “Use your words.” The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
As he continued ravishing her, whimpers turned into pleads. His name mixed in with commands, “Phillip— Yes— More.”
She felt his grip on one of her thighs loosen, his hand traveling toward the place where she needed him most. A new sound hit his ears, as he inserted the first finger, a cry. Slipping it in and out until he found the rhythm she craved.
Eloise craved everything, everything possible and impossible. So he knew this craving required more. Slipping another finger into her he felt her squirm, crying out his name in such a way that made him dizzy.
Her hips rocked against his movements mercilessly. It was all too much, the hungry sensation of his mouth against her nerves, the curl of his fingers, and the pace at which they pumped in and out of her.
She was close, hanging on by just a thread. He knew her release was near and imminent but he was uncertain when exactly that would be.
His questions were answered as her back arched off the bed, her body went incredibly tense as a broken moan escaped from her throat. Eloise’s body trembled as her orgasm washed over her. Phillip didn’t dare to interfere as she rode out her orgasm so he continued slowly before letting go.
She wanted to feel him close, the weight of him above her, surrounding her in a way that helped her stay grounded. Eloise’s hands clawed him, bringing him face-to-face with her. It dawned on her that they had yet to kiss.
A small smile crept along her face as she felt his warm breath against her lips. He looked at her as if he was unsure if it was what she wanted.
“Don’t get all shy around me now, Crane,” she teased before pressing her lips onto his. Despite his harsh lips, the kiss was softer than she’d imagined. She might have even described it as sweet if it wasn’t for the fact she could taste herself on him.
His mouth claimed hers with such intensity she felt herself melting into the mattress. His tongue explored the contours of her mouth making every little sound she made get trapped in the back of her throat. Her fingers dug deep into the rough skin of his back and the soft curls on his head, bringing him closer.
His mouth moved slowly to her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin. His hands wandered about her sides and breasts squeezing now and then, pinning her harder against the bed. He was driving her mad, drawing soft moans out of her.
He was hard against her thigh, she felt the way he fought the urge to grind against her, his hips incredibly tense. Eloise slipped her hands in between the two of them reaching for the hem of his jeans before popping off the button and undoing his zipper. “Take these off.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. In one swift motion, he propped himself up pushing himself off the bed to remove his pants. Eloise quickly pulled off her t-shirt leaving them both completely bare.
Her eyes traveled down his body, it was toned and strong, it didn’t surprise her since boxing was something Phillip and Colin did for fun. But looking at him now there was something almost elemental about him. Her eyes shamelessly fixed on cock, he was bigger than she had imagined he would be. He was probably the biggest she’s ever had, the thought excited her yet terrified her.
As he climbed back on her, he couldn’t help but admire how lovely she looked in the soft afternoon light. Her wavy chestnut-colored hair draped perfectly against her pillow framing her face, she looked angelic in his eyes. Something truly to worship.
His fingers played with a loose strand of hair as he gazed at her. “Stop looking at me like that,” Eloise said playfully.
“Like what?” He smiled.
Eloise rolled her eyes, biting back a smile, “Like, you like me.”
“You know I do,” Phillip grinned.
Eloise knew she shouldn’t have asked but she couldn’t go through with it if he was unintentionally being led on, “You know nothing will come from this right?”
Phillip’s heart dropped, he knew this already but a part of him hoped he was wrong. He took a moment, then answered, “I know that.” His voice was serious then brushed it off with a smile. “That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy this while it lasts.”
He kissed her soundly, his body hot and heavy against her own, and for a moment Eloise wondered how a relationship with Phillip would be. Having each other close every night, nights of passion, nights of friendship, and nights of sorrow. Having something stable in her life, something good, someone good.
She quickly brushed away the thought, reminding herself of the last time she had let her guard down. Feelings are not what they were doing right now, right now was physical, it was about release and need.
Her fingers clawed at his back as she grounded herself against him, in need of friction. Phillip groaned at the sensation, he needed her, probably more than she needed him. His mind raced with thoughts of how she would feel around his cock.
She didn’t stop her movements and left him weak, his cock twitching against her belly as she desperately whispered his name in the empty room. “Please, I need you inside me.”
“Do you have a condom?” He asked, his question muffled into a kiss.
“No. Don’t you?” Eloise asked, pulling away to look at him.
Phillip knew the answer, he hadn’t had sex in quite a while, not since his first year to be exact. The only condom he had was in his old wallet in between his old student ID and a loyalty punch card for a frozen yogurt shop near campus. “I don’t. At least not one that I would trust.”
Eloise raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to explain.
“I think I might have one but it might be expired,” He confessed.
“ Oh,” Eloise said, finally connecting the dots.
“I could go check Colin’s room if you’d like. I’m sure he has to have some in there–”
“No, it's fine I’m on the pill,” She said, stopping him.
“Then why ask?” Phillip said.
Eloise bit her cheek then smirked, “Well I didn’t know who else you were sleeping with. I had no idea you might be a little rusty .”
His lips parted in amusement, “Rusty ?”
“Mhm,” she smiled before capturing his lips. Her hand slithered down to grab his cock aligning it against her dripping center.
“We’ll see about that,” Phillip mumbled in between kisses, reaching down towards where Eloise positioned him and burying himself inside her.
Eloise groaned at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. There was no way he was fully inside her yet the thickness of his shaft was enough to push her over the edge.
As he started to move pushing himself deeper with each stroke, her eyes shot open. He looked so good on top of her, mouth open, his eyes shut tightly reveling in her warmth.
Eloise looked down between them watching herself take him deeper every time he drove into her. Her breath was heavy, labored almost, as she threw her head back moaning for more.
His pace became rough against her own, as she bucked her hips wildly.
Phillip lost himself more and more with every command, every cry of his name, the sound of their bodies meeting, then all of a sudden a familiar sound took him out of his daze.
Colin’s keys were struggling to open the door.
Phillip instantly stopped covering Eloise’s mouth with his hand. “Colin is home,” He said in a panic. Her eyes widened at the realization, hearing the door open then shut, as her brother locked and slammed the door.
“Hello?” Colin called out from the living room. “Phillip? Are you here?”
Phillip looked panicked and opened his mouth to speak. Eloise quickly shut him up, placing her hand on his mouth, “Are you crazy? He’ll know you're in here.” She said barely below a whisper. “No. Just me.” Eloise called out.
“Do you know where he is? His bag is on the sofa,” Colin asked.
“I think he went out for a run,” Eloise answered back.
“Really? He must have forgotten his keys, they’re still on the hook.”
“I guess so,” Eloise said, shrugging at an alarmed-looking Phillip.
“Why is the door locked?”
“I locked it when I went to take a nap. Which I am trying to do now if you’d let me.” Eloise bit back.
“My bad,” Colin said walking away.
Eloise hooked her legs around Phillip's waist, telling him to continue without even uttering a word.
His thrusts were slow and tantalizing, she bit back a moan as he positioned himself just right.
Colin walked back to her door and called out, “I’m about to make a cake for when Pen comes tomorrow. Wanna help?”
Phillip didn’t stop his movements as Eloise tried to speak. “No,” She croaked.
“Alright, jeez,” Colin said walking back into the kitchen.
Phillip’s strokes quickened as Eloise bucked her hips harder against his. A mixture of nerves and arousal hung around the air.
“El!” Colin yelled.
Phillip stopped, terrified they were caught. His arms propped up ready to push himself off her if need be.
“What?” Eloise yelled back.
“Did you finish the last eggs and forgot to throw the carton?” Colin asked, annoyed.
Eloise smiled, she was guilty, “No. It must have been Phillip.”
Phillip glared at her.
Eloise smiled innocently back up at him, not so innocently rolling her hips taking him deeper within her. She wanted to watch him break.
Phillip’s eyes shut tight as he tried to hold back a groan.
“Ugh. Well now I have to go get some. Do you need anything from the store?” Colin asked.
“No, I’m good,” she called back out, hopefully for the last time. His footsteps trailed off towards the living room.
Her movements became faster and needier, all this to break him yet she was the one who was closer to becoming undone.
As soon as Phillip heard the door open and close he plunged himself into her buried into the hilt. His pace was untamed.
Eloise cried out his name, her nails gripping into his skin so hard she surely might have left a mark. She buried her face into the right side of his neck, whispering words of encouragement, begging him not to stop.
There was no reason at that moment, just pleasure. She was surrounded by his intoxicating musky scent mixed with a scent she could only describe as the outdoors, perhaps cut grass was it but she wasn’t certain. But that didn’t matter, what mattered was how good he was making her feel in that moment.
She didn’t know how things could go back to how they were after this. All she knew was that she wanted more of him.
Her legs began to tremble as he continued to slam into her with abandon. Her senses heightened and suddenly she felt herself subconsciously arching her back up from the bed as an earth-shattering orgasm swept across her. A silent scream begged to come out as her walls closed around him.
“Fuck,” She heard Phillip moan. “I’m so fucking close”
His pace was unchanged as Eloise clung to him. “Come for me,” she said, her voice shaking from the overstimulation.
It was the push he needed, just a few more thrusts and he was putty in her arms. A guttural groan left his mouth as he emptied himself within her, collapsing atop her.
Rolling off of her mumbling something about being too heavy. Eloise lay next to him limp, heaving as the air filled her lungs. She turned her head to look at him, seeing him flat on his back staring at the ceiling reeling. Then he looked at her and suddenly all she wanted was to lay in his arms for a while. To feel the warmth of his skin against hers again.
Nothing could come from this, she made that quite clear but for now she just wanted him to hold her. So he did.