GODLESS PLEASURES

Chapter 10: Her Roommate’s Strap

Maya had only lived with Harper for two months, but already, she knew too much. The way her roommate hummed while doing her eyeliner. How she added hot sauce to literally everything. The exact rhythm of her moan when she thought Maya was asleep. The dorm walls were paper thin. Harper didn’t seem to care. It started one Thursday night. Maya had an exam in the morning, so she’d crawled into bed early, headphones in, trying to focus on her notes. But then the noises started soft at first. A gasp. A whimper. Then the sound of skin slapping. A low groan. Maya paused her music. There was no male voice. No conversation. Just Harper. And something plastic, rhythmic, and unrelenting. And then she heard it clear and breathy between Harper’s moans: “F*ck me harder with that strap, baby…” Maya’s hand slipped under the covers before she even realized what she was doing. She lay there in the dark, fingers teasing herself as Harper moaned louder, her breath hitching, the slap of the strap-on speeding up. She didn’t sleep until after 3 a.m. She’d come twice by then, biting her pillow, imagining Harper sprawled out, legs wide, begging to be filled. The image wouldn’t leave her. By the next day, Maya couldn’t look Harper in the eye. But Harper looked her dead in the face and smirked. The smirk turned into something more over the next few weeks. Maya caught Harper watching her stretch before yoga class. Or biting her lip when Maya stepped out of the shower in just a towel. She chalked it up to her imagination until the night she found the drawer. Harper was at the gym. Maya had come home early, rain-drenched and exhausted. She tossed her bag down and changed her clothes. That’s when she saw it Harper’s dresser drawer slightly open. It was probably just socks. Maybe gym clothes. But she was already moving toward it before she told herself not to. Inside: silky black lingerie, a bottle of cherry flavored lube, a blindfold, a pair of leather cuffs and the strap-on. It wasn’t small. Thick. Black. Slight curve. Worn in. Used. Maya’s mouth went dry. She reached out, fingers brushing over the silicone shaft. The leather straps coiled beneath it like a secret. She didn’t touch anything else, but it was too late. Her heart thudded as she pushed the drawer shut and stepped back, thighs clenched, breath shaking. That night, Maya couldn’t focus. She kept replaying that moment what the strap had looked like. How Harper sounded. The way she’d smirked at her in the kitchen that morning. She tried to read. She tried to shower. She even tried to journal. And then Harper came home. Their eyes met briefly. Maya looked away. Harper was quiet that evening. Almost too quiet. Maya pretended to study, headphones in, eyes scanning the same paragraph over and over. Then she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, wearing only a tank top and pajama shorts. Harper appeared in the doorway. “Did you like what you saw in my drawer?” Maya nearly choked on toothpaste. Harper crossed her arms. She was in an oversized T-shirt, no bra underneath. Her n*ppl*s pressed visibly through the thin fabric. Maya tried not to look, but failed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Maya mumbled. Harper stepped closer. “Don’t lie. You touched it.” Maya flushed scarlet. She didn’t say anything. “You want me to use it on you, don’t you?” The mirror fogged around Maya’s face, but her skin went cold. Then hot. “I… I’ve never…” Harper leaned in, her voice a whisper against Maya’s ear. “I’ll go slow. Unless you beg me not to.” Maya didn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Harper just watched her with that same look she wore when she knew she’d already won. When Maya returned to the room, Harper was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, strap-on harness in her lap like a challenge. Maya swallowed. She shut the door behind her. Neither of them said anything. Harper reached for her tank top, pulled it over her head, and revealed everything. Soft caramel skin, pierced n*ppl*s, toned stomach. She stood and buckled the harness around her waist, fingers adjusting the straps with practiced ease. “Take off your clothes,” she said. Maya’s hands trembled. She pulled off her tank, her shorts, her underwear. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but her body throbbed with anticipation. Harper stepped closer, the strap-on hanging between them, brushing against Maya’s thigh. “Lie down.” Maya obeyed. Harper crawled on top of her, straddling her hips, then leaned down to kiss her soft, slow, sensual. Maya gasped as Harper’s hands slid down her sides, teasing, stroking, exploring every inch of her. Her fingers found Maya’s heat, spreading slickness over her folds. “You’re soaked,” Harper whispered, smiling. Maya moaned into her mouth. Then Harper kissed down her body, tongue circling her n*ppl*s, lips trailing over her stomach, until she reached the place Maya needed her most. When Harper’s tongue met her cl*t, Maya cried out. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Gentle at first, then firmer, then relentless. Harper s*ck*d, licked, circled her cl*t until Maya was panting, gripping the sheets. Her orgasm hit like a wave sudden, sharp, undeniable. But Harper didn’t stop. She licked her through it. Kissed her thighs. Smirked as Maya whimpered beneath her. Then she moved back up, grabbed Maya’s knees, and spread her wide. The tip of the strap pressed against her entrance. Harper met her eyes. “Last chance.” Maya reached up and pulled her down by the neck. “Do it.” The first inch was thick and slow. Maya gasped as her body stretched to accommodate it. Harper moved with care, pausing between thrusts, watching her closely. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered. “So tight.” When she bottomed out, Maya arched her back, the fullness unlike anything she’d felt. Then Harper began to move. The rhythm was steady. Deep. Measured. Her hips rolled, dragging the strap against Maya’s sweetest spot. Maya clawed the sheets, moaning louder with every thrust. Harper kissed her again, tongue sliding into her mouth in time with the motion of her hips. Maya’s second orgasm crept up on her, building in her belly, coiling tight until she shattered with a scream, trembling beneath Harper’s strong hands. But Harper wasn’t done. She flipped Maya onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and slid back in from behind. The angle hit deeper, rougher. Harper grabbed her hair and pulled. “You like being used like this?” she growled. Maya’s only answer was a broken moan. She didn’t know when the third orgasm hit somewhere between Harper slapping her *ss and whispering filth into her ear. Her body gave out. Her moans turned into whimpers. When Harper finally pulled out, Maya collapsed, breathless, legs shaking. Harper lay beside her, pulling the strap off and tossing it to the side. They were both slick with sweat, their skin sticky and raw. Neither spoke for a while. Then Harper brushed Maya’s hair back and kissed her forehead. “Still think you’re straight?” Maya laughed weakly, voice hoarse. “Only until Friday.” Harper grinned and pulled her close. “We’ll see about that.”