Cabin Mates

Wyatt scoops me into his arms, hitching me up over his tool belt, so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

And he carries me all the way to my dorm room. “That guy—”

“I know.” I kiss his face and wiggle out of his arms. “I’ll be safe.”

“Heath will want a copy of your class schedule.”

I kiss him again. “Okay.”

“Emily—”

“Wyatt.” I press his cheeks with my hands, turning his head. “Look where we are. Do you want to channel Mr. Bossy Pants, or do you want to touch me inappropriately in my dorm room?”

He groans and nods. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be in here with you.”

“Tell me everything you want to do.”

“This, to start.” He kisses me deeply, inhaling as our mouths fuse together like he’s just found a sense of inner calm.

Or maybe that’s just me, because kissing Wyatt is my happy place. “I know, I love kissing you, too, but like…the dirty stuff.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Blow job at my desk? Rail me from behind on my tiny bed? Stand in the doorway and pretend to paint something while I get changed?”

He’s breathing hard as I unbutton my cardigan, revealing a little bralette underneath. Nothing but a lace band and delicate ribbon straps. The panties I’m wearing under my skirt match. I had big plans to play the innocent co-ed tonight at Heath’s house, but in my dorm room is even hotter.

“Do you like what you see, mister?”

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he whispers, his gaze locked on my breasts. “You make me thirsty, little miss.”

“Thirsty for what?”

“You.” He catches me around the waist and tumbles me onto the bed. My skirt sails up, settling around my hips, and his breathing stops as he catches sight of the lace scrap barely covering my mound.

My bare mound, because I shaved before lab today. Totally smooth and baby soft for my favorite sex buddy.

“Little miss,” he breathes. “Your panties are indecent.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” I crook my finger at him, and he tosses his tool belt across the room, then climbs on top of me, his legs bracketing mine. “I’m a very naughty girl. I’ve been watching you for weeks as you restore this building, and all I can think about is that big bulge behind your tool belt, and what it would feel like pushing into me.”

“Show me what you imagined.” He holds himself still above me. “Would I pin you down?”

I roll beneath him, getting on my belly. “Like this,” I pant.

“Your tight little nipples grazing the mattress, fuck…” He palms my ass. “Do I lick you first? Or are you already slick for me, desperate to be filled?”

I cry out, that one, and he swears under his breath. His zipper rasps loud in my quiet dorm room, then he yanks my panties down my thighs and hitches my hips in the air.

“Fucking tight little coed cunt,” he growls. “No way you can take me like this.”

I mewl and arch my back, presenting for him. His cock thrusts thickly against my pussy, and it feels for a moment like he might be right, like I’m too small for him, but then he squeezes my ass cheeks in his fists, pulling everything between my legs taut—my pussy, and my asshole now feel like they’re very much on display.

“You’re wet for me,” he breathes. “Aren’t you, Emily? Saw me in my tool belt and your body ached for what I’m about to give you.”

I groan and nod desperately.

He pushes against me again, and this time the hard crown slips inside.

Just the tip, pulsing inside my pussy.

We both exhale lustily, almost at the same time, then he squeezes my hips and thrusts all the way in.