Living at the Frat House - A College Romance

They must have spiked the water with something. There must be something in the air, because this can’t be me. I can’t want this man that’s blackmailing me into being his personal servant because of an accident.

But the ache in my pussy is so real that I feel like I’m falling into a haze of need and desperation. My mind goes red with desire, and I can’t focus on anything beyond sheer want.

In the mirror, Malcolm cleans himself off with a tissue and tosses it into the trash before he stands and strips off the sweatpants entirely. It seems like a last-minute decision, but it exposes his entire perfect ass to me, and if I wasn’t hot before, I am now. Holy fuck. How is it possible that a complete stranger can make me feel this way? Was the kiss really that good? Has it been that long since I’ve had any kind of sex?

This is impossible.

Malcolm climbs under the covers and turns out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. It’s a relief. But now I’m wide awake, my body singing with need.

Slowly, I shift onto my back, listening in the dark to Malcolm’s breathing. I wait for what seems like hours, until his breath is deep and slow. Every move is laced with fear that he’s going to wake up and catch me, but I can’t resist. If I don’t find relief my heart is going to keep pounding and I’ll be exhausted when I wake up. I pull the already short skirt of my dress up past my hips and widen my legs just enough for me to reach between my thighs.

I don’t move anything but my fingers, seeking pleasure. I’m so hot and so wet that my fingers skim over my clit, barely able to find traction enough to get the build I need. My own breath is loud in my ears, but I can still hear his breathing and it’s smooth and even. I’m safe.

Without me telling it to, my mind calls up image after image. Me, tasting Malcolm’s cock. Him laying me down on the bed and pushing my thighs apart before feasting on me. Him fucking me the way that he described. Us tangled together. It’s all so good and I can’t stop the images from popping up.

Pleasure arrives sharp and fast, far faster than I’ve ever managed to get myself off before. I press my lips together so that I don’t make any fucking sound. The last thing that I need is Malcolm knowing that he turned me on enough that I would touch myself while he was sleeping.

My orgasm rushes through my brain, sweeping in relief and pleasure and thank fucking god.

I think it might be the best orgasm that I’ve ever had, and that’s both amazing and infuriating. How could just thinking about someone like that be the best that I’ve ever had?

As soon as the pleasure fades, the exhaustion hits again. All the adrenaline from breaking the vase, dealing with Malcolm, and completing the dare at all. But my body is now relaxed, sleep coming quickly.

In the morning, when I’m able to think more clearly, maybe I can get out of this. Because one thing’s for sure. If this is what one night in Malcolm Levar’s presence is like, then I’ll never survive the entire school year.

5

Juno

The alarm on my phone jars me out of my dream and I sit straight up. Where the hell am I? What am I doing on the floor?

Everything quickly comes rushing back, along with the fact that I had just been dreaming about Malcolm. My dream had been at once tame, and extremely erotic, and as I rolled over to stare at the ceiling, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

I had been walking. Just walking across the campus, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a nearby grouping of trees. Before I had even fully registered that it was him, he was kissing me.

But it was him. And he was smiling in a completely genuine and devastating way. I hadn’t seen that smile in real life, my mind was imagining what could be. And that dream kiss…it was even better than our actual kiss. It felt like he had been kissing the entirety of my body and soul. Pulling us together so that we would never be apart.

The kiss in the dream was pure fire and arousal and romance.

Which, of course, is the furthest thing from reality.

I sit up and run my hand through my hair. It’s a mess from sleeping on the floor, and I’m a little dizzy. But I’m awake and I have enough time to get to class. That’s the most important thing. I grab my phone and shimmy the dress back down my hips before I stand up.