Living at the Frat House - A College Romance

Fingers weave with mine on the bed as Malcolm leans into the motion. His weight pins my hands in place and his lips brush low on my stomach as he eases further. He’s kissing closer to where I want him. My legs practically fall apart, begging for him to lick me.

His cock presses deeper, and I fight the need to breathe. So close. So close. So close. A gentle kiss right next my clit has me moaning. And still he doesn’t give it to me.

Another second, and he’s pulling back to let me breathe. I haul in a breath, licking my lips before he fits himself to my lips again. “Take all of me, Juno, and I’ll give you what you’re looking for.”

I groan around his cock, and another burst of wetness dampens my pussy. I love it and I hate it. He sips all the way down to where he was, and deeper. Mouth and breath tease my clit, and I can’t help arching my hips toward him seeking that contact, but he doesn’t give it to me. “Just a little more.”

Closing my eyes, I relax my entire body. My mouth. My throat. And it happens. He slips in that extra inch, and my lips meet the skin of his toned stomach. His cock is entirely in my throat, and he groans. “Oh fuck, Juno.”

I’m soaking wet, aroused by the fact that he’s in me and that I did it. Oh my god. He rocks his hips deeper as his mouth crashes down on my clit. He devours me with lips and teeth and tongue while fucking my throat gently.

But I don’t want gentle. I want frenzy and fire and passion. And when he lets me breathe I tell him that. “You’re going too easy.”

Malcolm laughs. “Don’t want to push too far.”

If he weren’t holding me in place I would have grabbed him and pulled him too me.

“It’s been a week. Please, I’m begging you, fuck me.”

He smirks. “Okay.”

He’s in my mouth again in a second, down to the hilt. Now that I’ve done it, feels like he was meant to be there. He traces himself down the line of my throat, before he bends over and takes me with his mouth.

His hips move in time with his tongue, and I surrender to the feeling of this. Pleasure is ready and waiting in the wings, rising easily and becoming overwhelming immediately.

I come under his tongue, climax shattering through me with the force of a breaking dam. I yell around his cock, the sound completely muffled by the way he’s fucking me. I’m shaking and writhing under his mouth. I can’t take more, and I can at the same time.

Malcolm pulls out and joins me on the bed, hesitating only seconds for the condom before he pulls me on top of him. I sink down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in an entirely different way. Now that I’ve come once, everything is unleashed, the pent-up energy exploding. Three thrusts upward into me and I’m coming again, pussy spasming around him, milking him, asking for more with words that I can’t speak. I’m shouting my climax into the air, and I don’t care how loud I am—I won’t be heard.

Malcolm’s hands land on my hips, pulling me down harder and faster, our bodies slapping together loudly. I can see him beneath me, panting and just as aroused as I am. Muscles tensing and smoothing with every movement. He’s beautiful.

And at the same time if feels like I am blind and viewing the world through a glowing haze of ecstasy and pleasure. I’ve never been high, but I imagine that this is how it would feel. I lose myself in the waves of delicious fire that keep rolling, until I can no longer hold myself up, and I collapse onto Malcolm’s chest until he comes too, groaning in my ear, holding me tightly against him.

I’m still dazed enough that I don’t move. Not even when he leaves to get rid of the condom, and not even when he comes back and lays with me, pulling the blanket over the two of us.

He tips my chin up to his, kissing me softly. “I think it’s safe to say that a week is too long.”

“That was great,” I say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckles, tucking me in against him. I like the vibrations that his voice makes under my ear. “You’re nearly catatonic, Juno. I think you might need maintenance orgasms to keep you sane.”

“If you think that being catatonic from pleasure is a bad thing,” I say, my words slurring slightly, “I have news for you.”

He laughs and tucks us in to the blankets more firmly. “Sleep, Juno.”

I’m already halfway there, but I can’t find my voice to ask why. We don’t sleep in each other’s beds. We never have. It was kind of an unwritten rule and boundary that we hadn’t crossed. Until now.