Full Contact: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  He pulled away long enough to say, “I want to taste you.” Then he was lowering himself to the edge of the bed, fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off, revealing my cotton panties. He ran his hands up my legs and then curled his fingers underneath the waistline, sliding the panties off tantalizingly slow. Down my thighs, over the knees, then off my calves and feet. I would have felt awkward and vulnerable to be totally nude with a stranger like this, but I trusted him in a strange way. I wanted him to see me, all of me.

  Danny kissed up the skin of my inner thigh, using his wide palms to spread my legs for him. He inhaled deeply of my scent, then his long tongue lashed out to lick the outside of my pussy lips. Just a flick against my skin, like he was trying to tease me with as little contact as possible.

  “Oh, you’re torturing me!” I moaned as I enjoyed the sight of his blond head between my legs.

  He looked up at me with an impish smile. “You want me to stop?”

  “God, no!” I practically screamed at him.

  He licked up and down my lower lips, tasting the fold of skin between them and my thighs. Kissing everything but my pussy itself.

  His tongue moved inward, breath tickling my sex. Then his fingers spread my lips wide, and finally he jammed his tongue deep inside.

  “Ohh,” I sighed, arching my back on the bed. “Oh, Danny…”

  He began slowly, with long waves of his tongue that rolled up and down inside my pussy. Just when I needed more his thumb found my clit, running circles around it while he ate me out. An index finger slid inside with ease, then a middle finger joined it as he pistoned me with his muscular arm, fucking me into the bed.

  Normally, I couldn’t get off very easily with a partner. It was just one of those things I wasn’t born with, even though I enjoyed being eaten out. But the way Danny was moving his fingers and tongue, it was hitting all of my buttons in the right order.

  It was like he knew exactly what I wanted before I knew myself.

  Danny rotated his fingers so they were horizontal instead of vertical. He paused to look up at me, breath hot on my sensitive pussy as he grinned with mischief. Then he curled his fingers in a come here motion, rubbing against the ridges of my G-spot.

  My eyes widened and the muscles in my legs tensed around his head.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped, curling my toes.

  Danny dove back into my pussy with animal-like frenzy. His fingers moved at the perfect pace in conjunction with his mouth, which was now devoted to my clit—licking, pushing, and sucking it into his mouth.

  “I love how you taste,” he rumbled.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  My body twisted and bucked like I was being electrocuted. Danny managed to stay focused to his task as I planted my hands on the bed and pushed my cunt into his face, smothering him with it. I let out a silent scream as I came all over his face, everything turning white and tingly.

  When I came down from my drug-like high, Danny was grinning up at me. He kissed my thigh softly, and then kissed his way up my body to my lips.

  “I want you to taste how good you taste,” he said, kissing me on the lips with a little bit of tongue.

  “Mmm, you flatter me.”

  “I’m serious,” he said. “I love the way your pussy tastes. I could just eat you up again.” His grin deepened. “But there’s something else I’d rather do.”

  Before he could, I pushed him sideways, then rolled him over so that he was laying flat on his belly. Then I sat on his butt.

  “I’d like that too,” I said while running my hands over his back. “But give a girl a minute to recoup, yeah?”

  “Mmm, okay. What are you doing?”

  I caressed my fingernails over his back, up one side and down the other. “Giving you a massage.”

  “A massage?”

  “I told you I’m a kinesiologist. I give great massages.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve had some pretty good massages in my—ohh.”

  He trailed off as I dug my palms into his shoulder blades, kneading the muscle back and forth. I admired him while I worked. He had the most incredible set of back muscles. His shoulders were corded and bulging, but the lower part of his trapezius muscles were leaner. They twisted and moved as he adjusted his arms, placing them underneath his head.

  “Roberta, I think I’ve gone to heaven.”

  “Now you know how I felt a minute ago.”

  “This is better,” he insisted with his face in the comforter. “We don’t even need to have sex. Just keep doing that.”

  I massaged most of his back, light tension with some gentle caressing to make it more relaxing rather than a sports massage. I enjoyed sitting on his butt while I worked—it was big and warm and squishy with muscle. It felt so nice that I wanted to crawl off of it and sink my teeth into the flesh, biting a chunk out of it!

  I didn’t say that, though. That was the kind of thing that might scare a guy on a first date.

  Touching his chiseled body got me hot and bothered within minutes. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I slid down off his butt and brought my lips down to his skin, kissing him gently on the spine.

  I slid a hand underneath his body until I found his cock. It was already rock-hard; heat radiated off it.

  Danny moaned as I stroked him while kissing up his spine. I loved the way his skin tasted; it was almost like I could taste the powerful muscle underneath.

  With my free hand, I grabbed a handful of his plump butt. Yeah, that felt nice.

  My intention was to stroke him, turn him over, and then give him a fantastic blowjob as payback for the amazing head he gave me. But before I could put my plan into motion, Danny twisted sideways underneath me, reached back to grab my arm, and yanked me down to the bed next to him.

  “Give me some of that ass,” he said, rolling me onto my side away from him. I squeaked as he guided his cock into me from behind—I was sopping wet and he slid right in, his thickness pressing tight against my inner walls.

  “God,” he groaned into the back of my head. “I take it back. This is better than the massage.”

  Still on my side, I twisted my head around so that I could kiss him. I jammed my tongue into his mouth, and then when his began to swirl against mine I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it between my lips, like I was giving his tongue a miniature blowjob.

  He responded by increasing his pace, fucking me harder. Hair from his happy trail tickled my ass as he slid in and out, wet and thick and full.

  The angle was intense, but exactly the right amount that I needed. Soon I was arching my back and shoving my ass against him, meeting his stroke halfway.

  “Roberta.” My name was a prayer and a curse on his lips.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Harder. Fuck me. Just like that. Harder! Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t. He pumped faster and faster until his fingers were digging into my hip, and then he cried out with ecstasy and pushed as deep as he could, coming deep inside of me, filling me with his warmth.

  I twisted around again and kissed him as he came, the passion in our lips diminishing in time with the throbbing spurts of his cock. We slumped over into the pillows, too spent to move.

  I savored the feeling of his dick inside me, slowly deflating while I squeezed it tight. I didn’t want him to leave me.

  “No massage is that good,” I said.

  He vibrated with silent laughter that I felt through our conjoined skin. “Not any massage I’ve ever had, at least.”

  We closed our eyes and enjoyed the peaceful, quiet moment for a while.

  Normally, I wouldn’t dare to tease a guy in bed. You just never knew how a guy might react. But I felt like I could be myself around Danny, and the moment called for some lighthearted teasing.

  “So,” I said evenly. “Was I just that good, or do you normally only last a few minutes?”

  His shocked reaction made me bust out laughing.

  “You’re not very funny,” he said.

 
“Who says I’m joking?”

  He grinned mischievously. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it again.”

  I squealed as he dove back on top of me.

  5

  Roberta

  It was like waking from a wonderful, sexy dream. Danny’s beautiful body, covered with ridges and valleys like a topographical muscle map, pressed hard against me, on top of me, next to me. His head between my legs and his fingers deep inside of me, pressing all my buttons like I’d given him an instruction manual.

  I opened my eyes and was in his bed, the fluffy comforter bunched around my legs. I yawned and stretched, rolling over…

  And Danny was gone.

  I glanced at the bathroom door. Open, and dark inside. The bedroom door was closed.

  Had he just… left me here? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am? It was Sunday and classes hadn’t started, so it’s not like he had anywhere to be…

  I shook my head. Here I was acting like I knew everything about Danny, when in reality I knew almost nothing. He played football in high school and tore his ACL.

  Then I smelled something pungent and delicious. Butter cooking, with the deeper scent of pancake batter.

  I put on my panties and T-shirt, which just barely covered past my hips. I opened the bedroom door, made sure the coast was clear, and then padded my way out into the kitchen and living room area.

  Danny had his back turned to me in the kitchen while stirring a mixing bowl. He’d changed into orange Appleton State University sweatpants and a T-shirt. There was a satisfying hiss as he spooned batter onto a waffle iron, then folded the top down.

  Danny saw me over his shoulder. “There you are. Just in time.”

  I wrapped my arms around him from behind, molding my body against his back and butt. “Smells good.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up,” Danny said, pointing to a Bisquick box. “It’s from a mix, not from scratch.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I wasn’t talking about the food. You smell like spice and sex.”

  He put down the mixing bowl and leaned back into me. “The spice is just my deodorant.”

  “And the sex?” I hummed into him.

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you know where that came from.”

  Suddenly a sound like bedsheets tearing came from behind. I whirled toward the living room, where a dark-haired man was sprawled out across the couch with a thin blanket covering his lower half. The ripping sound was coming from his nose. He was snoring.

  His bare chest full of muscle was familiar, along with the sleeve of colorful tattoos running down his left arm. I recognized him a moment later as Lance, the guy Aly had been eye-banging at the party last night. “Too drunk to make it to the bedroom?” I asked.

  Danny chuckled while stirring more waffle batter. “Actually, he brought a girl home from the party and she’s asleep in his bed. Do you want two waffles?”

  Weird that she’s in there and he’s in here. “Mmm, I’ll take three,” I said. “I worked up an appetite last night.”

  He grinned over his shoulder. “Me too.”

  I tip-toed out of the kitchen to go put some pants on before Lance woke up. I passed one of the other bedrooms on the way, with the door halfway open. There was a lump of a person under the covers, with a foot hanging off the side drunkenly. Some girls didn’t know how to control themselves at college parties.

  I sighed and shook my head, then started to walk away…

  And then I saw the shoes on the ground just inside the door. A pair of sparkly silver pumps.

  “Aly?” I said as I entered the room. I pulled back the sheet and sure enough, there was my roommate sleeping on her back with her mouth wide open and crusty with drool.

  I shook her awake. “Aly? Are you alright? It’s me, Roberta.”

  She groaned and rubbed at her eyes, which were streaked with red when she blinked. “Roberta? What… Ugh, my head is pounding. What time is it? Where are we?”

  There was a bottle of unopened Gatorade next to the bed. I grabbed it and cracked it open, then said, “Here. Drink this.”

  “Lemon-lime? Gross…”

  “Just drink it, Aly.” I tilted it back until she had no choice but to drink it or choke on it, and thankfully she chose the former. “What happened last night?”

  “I… Don’t remember,” she croaked, letting her head fall back down to the pillow. “I was dancing, and drinking beer that guys kept giving me, and I was having a good time… and then I ended up here.”

  Seeing red, I stomped back into the living room toward Lance’s snoring shape. I grabbed the pillow underneath his head and yanked it as hard as I could. His head fell back against the couch arm with a loud bump.

  “Hey!” he grumbled. “That hurt.”

  “You creep!” I shouted, smacking him in the face with the pillow. “You took advantage of my roommate!”

  “I did what?”

  I spoke in between pillow-strikes. “My roommate. Aly. Is in. Your bed! She doesn’t remember anything from last night! She was drunk! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you like fucking unconscious women?”

  Danny was laughing from the kitchen. That only made me angrier. Was this all a joke to them? Did they not understand what it was like from a woman’s perspective?

  Lance eventually stood up, towering over me. He knocked the pillow away and wrapped his arms around me, pinning me with my arms at my sides and my face against his chiseled chest.

  “Are you gonna keep assaulting me,” he asked, “or can I explain?”

  He let me go. I stepped back and crossed my arms. “There’s not much to explain. Unless you’re going to try to convince me that you brought a drunk girl home out of the goodness of your heart?”

  “Um,” Lance said, running a hand through his messy dark hair. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna say.”

  I scoffed so loud I almost blew a vocal cord.

  “He’s telling the truth,” Danny said, joining us and putting a hand on my shoulder. I stepped away from his touch, and he continued, “That’s what Lance does. He finds girls who are out-of-control-drunk at parties by themselves, and he takes care of them. Brings them home, holds their hair over the toilet while they throw up, and then puts them to bed.”

  “That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard.”

  “It’s true,” said a new voice with a thick, sexy accent. The man who came down the hall had curly black hair and sharp almond eyes, like a young Antonio Banderas, except with a more muscular body. Definitely an athlete. “Lance has a reputation with women, but he is misunderstood. His heart? It is full of gold.”

  “This is Feña, my other roommate,” Danny said.

  The new guy tried to shake my hand, but I kept my arms crossed. “Feña?” Danny had pronounced it like Fen-ya, which was a name I’d never heard before.

  “Short for Fernando,” he explained in that luxurious South American accent. His eyes drifted downward, then clicked back up to my face.

  That’s when I remembered that I still hadn’t put pants on.

  “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to check on Aly,” I said, retreating down the hall.

  Once I had my jeans back on, I ducked into Aly’s room. She was still laying in bed, but her eyes were fluttering.

  “It tastes like a cat shit in my mouth,” she groaned as I sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Cheap beer will do that. You feeling okay?”

  She opened one eye. “Did you not just hear what I said about my mouth?”

  “I mean… everything else,” I said.

  “What are you getting at, Roberta?” she asked, annoyed.

  I decided to toss subtlety aside. “Did you have sex last night?”

  She sat up and stared off. Taking stock of her body. “No. It doesn’t feel like it. Why? What’s going on?”

  I smoothed away her hair from her face. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

  Back out in the living room, Lance had found a shirt to
cover himself. Feña was standing in the kitchen sipping tea from a mug while smiling at the entire situation.

  “Burned the first batch,” Danny said while dumping black waffles into the trash. “Next one’s coming right up.”

  Lance strode up to me and held out his phone. “Look at this.” It was a video, and he hit play.

  The video was taken selfie-style, with Lance holding the camera out to record himself. “Sup Aly. Lance here, we met at the party last night.” He flashed the devil-horns with his index and pinky fingers. “You were staggering drunk at the party and a couple guys were circling like sharks, so I made sure you got home alright.”

  He spun around, and his bed came into view behind him in the selfie-video. Aly was sprawled out with an arm across her face and her hair a tangled mess on the pillow.

  “Got a Gatorade here for those electrolytes—” he hefted it and put it on the nightstand, “—and a bucket here in case you need to spew. But if you threw up in the covers, it’s all good. No biggie. Wouldn’t be the first time. I took your shoes off for you, but didn’t touch the rest of your clothes. I’ll see you in the morning when I show you this.”

  He flashed the devil-horns again and then the video ended.

  Lance was staring at me with big puppy-dog eyes. Hoping that I believed him. I looked at him with an entirely new perspective.

  “I owe you an apology,” I said. “I jumped to conclusions about the situation.”

  His relief was obvious as he bobbed his head. “I don’t blame you. It’s rough out there for a girl. That’s why I do this whenever I see a girl who needs some help. I’d want someone to do the same for me.”

  Feña snorted. “I do not believe anyone would take advantage of you,” he said in his thick accent.

  Lance rounded on him. “Bro, you don’t know that. Plenty of girls—or guys—would want a piece of this if I was passed out.” He flexed a bicep.

  I still felt guilty for attacking him with the pillow, so I said, “You’re like Batman, but for drunk college chicks.”

  Danny groaned in the kitchen. “Don’t inflate his ego any more.”

  But Lance was already grinning like an idiot. “You hear that? I’m fucking Batman. I already look good in tight pants, so now I just need a utility belt for Gatorade, aspirin, and sick bags.”