When I add another finger, she squeals, but the panties muffle it.
I pump my fingers into her. Slow at first, savoring the slick sound while my tongue never lets up. She’s soaked, dripping, all mine, and I don’t plan on wasting a single drop.
Her hips twitch, lifting off the floor just enough for me to know what’s coming. I slow down, curl my fingers upward, and wait for the magic to hit.
She’s gripping my hair now as her orgasm builds quickly until her whole body locks up.
I wait.
Then she bursts into movement, her hips thrusting against my mouth as she fucks my fingers with reckless, unrelenting urgency.
Keeping my tongue at a sharp point, I let her writhe against it until her orgasm subsides.
When her hips drop to the pillow and her legs fall to the floor, I kiss her center one last time before pulling away.
Until I see you again, dear friend.
I stand, shoving my pants and boxers down as quickly as humanly possible. My cock is so hard—I doubt there’s a single ounce of blood left in my brain.
I crawl over her, lining myself up with her entrance.
She hasn’t opened her eyes yet; still too drunk on her orgasm. Her lips are parted. The panties she spat out lie crumpled by her cheek.
Beautiful, and all mine.
I slide the tip of my cock along her slick heat and press against her entrance, making her eyes open. Good. I like to watch her expression when I push inside her.
I push an inch in, and her thighs fall open wider.
“Zach,” she breathes, and just like that, I’m gone. I drive into her in one clean, brutal thrust.
Fucking hell.
Her body clamps around me, warm and tight and so wet I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“You like that?” I ask, grinding in deeper with ruthless, deliberate strokes. “Because I sure as hell do.”
“Yes,” she pants, her voice breaking as her body jolts up the pillows with each thrust. “But. I. Think. We're. Making. The. Floorboards. Squeak.”
Each word is punched out on a thrust, and I huff a breathless laugh. She’s not wrong, but I don’t care. Not when she’s this wet. This warm. This fucking perfect.
“Zach,” she warns, “we're being too loud.”
“Too loud?” I echo, pulling out of her with a low groan before flipping her over onto her stomach in one smooth motion.
I lean into her back and brush my mouth across her ear.
“You want to talk about too loud right now?”
My hands slide past her breasts, down her hips, before hauling her onto all fours. I back up just enough to admire the way my jersey rides up her spine, then slide three fingers inside her again, just to watch them disappear. Her honey-brown hair falls to the side, revealing the back of her neck.
Revealingmy namein faded letters on her.
The one thing I’ll never get tired of seeing.
“You know we could be at the house,” I say, thrusting my fingers deeper. “Fucking as loud as we want. But no. You chose this dorm because your mom doesn’t approve of it.”
I take my fingers out of her, place both my hands on the globes of her ass, and slam my cock inside her, groaning as I do.