by Krista Wolf
“Colin may have had me first,” she whispered sexily, “but he didn’t get all of me.”
She reached down, took my hand from between her legs, and brought it up to her face. Then, staring straight into my eyes, her lips parted and she took my fingers in her mouth.
Holy shit…
Claudia went down on my fingers as if they were my cock. I could feel the heat of her wet mouth. Her soft tongue, snaking its way between…
She put a hand on my chest and shoved my backwards, hard. I didn’t even budge an inch.
We both laughed.
“Want to put something else in my mouth?” she asked sweetly.
I nodded mechanically.
“Then get your ass on the couch.”
I sat down immediately. Kneeling before me, Claudia tossed her hair back over one shoulder and gripped the base of my cock. She bounced it playfully back and forth against her mouth a few times, testing its weight.
“First one here, okay?” she winked, kissing the head. Her lips parted sexily.
“Good enough,” I sighed… and then hissed through clenched teeth as she went down on me.
I felt like a king, watching this beautiful woman worship me from her knees. Sucking and licking me top to bottom, every once in a while pausing to look up at me with those stunning emerald eyes.
I had one arm up on either side of the couch. My knees spread wide, giving her ample room between them.
Man, how I’ve wanted this…
It was true. Since moving in it seemed my roommate had gotten sexier and more desirable with each passing day. Maybe because I wasn’t supposed to have her. The forbidden element, and all that. Sure, she was beautiful. Stunning, in fact. But as I sat there looking down, feeling the softness of her hair brushing up against my stomach? The more I realized how much I’d grown to truly care about her as well.
“Mmmmm…” Claudia moaned, with me still in her mouth. “You have a great cock…”
I would’ve thanked her, but she wouldn’t have heard me. She was too busy slurping away, working the base of my shaft and even my balls. Her tongue was hot, and wet, and absolutely fucking everywhere. Wherever she’d learned to do this, someone should’ve been given a prize.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured. “Claudia… holy fuck…”
The whole thing was totally magical. It left me spellbound. I’d waited so long for this moment… so achingly long. Now that it was finally here? It was like I almost didn’t believe it.
Eventually the whole experience became too much. I felt the come, boiling up in my balls. Rising within me like a surging force, threatening to obliterate the very last of my will and control.
“I—I’m going to come…”
She sucked harder. Faster. It was unbelievable, how hungry she was.
“Claudia… no…” I was begging her now. “Please… I don’t want to—”
Again she doubled down. Her lips tightened, and so did her fist. And now she was doing this churning motion, too. This sort of swirl with her head; clockwise on the downstroke, counterclockwise on the up. Like a sexy figure eight, up and down the length of my shaft. One that I wouldn’t escape from. Couldn’t escape from…
“Honey please,” I pleaded with the last of my resolve. “I have to fuck you.”
The words left my lips just as I was about to drain myself deep in her eager throat. At the last moment Claudia popped me from her mouth, stood up, and straddled me on the couch. With one hand still wrapped around me she guided me to her entrance…
… and sank straight down on me while releasing a long, heated breath.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH….”
Twenty-Four
CLAUDIA
Brandon’s expression was a twisted mask of torment and pleasure. For me however, sitting down on him was like scratching the worst possible itch… in the best possible way.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH….”
I settled into his lap, reveling in the feel of his manhood driving its way inside me. We were skin to skin. Thigh against thigh. His hands went beneath me, cupping my ass, guiding me through the motions as I began bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Oh fuck you feel good…”
I couldn’t stop looking at him. His young, beautiful face. His football-player’s shoulders and arms, packed with muscle, his body sculpted to perfection like the well-trained machine I knew it was.
And his legs… so big and powerful. They flexed as he drove himself into me, striving to bury every last inch of himself inside my body. His hands roamed my thighs, my hips, my breasts. As he rolled my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him so hard our teeth clicked.
You’re fucking him…
The idea registered only distantly in my sex-soaked mind. I was consumed by lust. Hellbent on coming all over Brandon’s smooth, beautiful dick.
You’re fucking him and you just fucked Colin…
The sounds emanating from our union were a stark reminder of that. I wasn’t just wet, I was soaked. Already filled, not that long ago, by another lover’s seed.
Brandon seemed to know it, too. He kept looking down, to where his cock was covered in frothy white cream — some mine, some belonging to his fraternity brother. The guy who’d fucked me just before he did… twice.
The knowledge only seemed to spur him on.
“You’re… You’re on the…”
“The pill?” I smiled, sliding my hands over his chest. “Yes, honey.”
It was stupid, still taking birth control almost a year after I’d stopped having sex with my ex. Stopped having sex altogether, really. I kept taking it on the off chance I’d meet someone, even though I wasn’t really looking.
Much less meet three people…
But now it was finally paying off.
I could see the struggle in his eyes. My blowjob had nearly done in him, and now he was fighting not to finish inside me.
“Go ahead,” I told him. “It’s okay… let it go.”
He looked up at me gratefully. The relief in his expression was so cute I let out a giggle.
“Let it go, Brandon,” I said, rolling my hips. “I’ll come with you…”
His jaw clenched, and his whole body rose beneath mine. Brandon’s ass left the couch as he exploded inside me, filling my womb with his hot, sticky seed.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
I came rather silently, beautifully, the way I usually did with hot, sleepy sex. Sweet endorphins flooded my brain. I felt my inner muscles firing through a series of rapid contractions, milking him for everything he had.
Brandon’s own orgasm seemed to go on forever. His hands were locked on my thighs, keeping me tight against him as he rode out every pulse, every twitch, every throb. I could only imagine how much come he was putting inside me. Just thinking about it was insanely hot.
“God I love you,” he smiled dreamily when it was done.
I grinned back at him, still connected. Sliding both arms over his shoulders, I began playing with the back of his hair.
“Fuck,” he said sheepishly. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know…”
“Hey,” I admonished, turning his cheek so that he looked at me. “It’s okay,” I smiled. “I love you too.” Then, after a pause, “All of you.”
He closed his eyes and leaned back, stretching his massive pectorals before me. I didn’t want to get off of him. If it were up to me I’d stay in his lap all day, kissing him everywhere, feeling the heat of our bodies against each other. But…
“Guess where I’m going now?” I asked.
“Disneyland?”
“The shower.”
“Ah, my second guess.”
I kissed him on the nose. “Wanna join me?”
Brandon smiled his best smile. “I can’t see what would possibly keep me away.”
A half hour later we were still beneath the superheated water, our bo
dies cleansed, rinsed, and mutually scrubbed. No sex this time, just touching and flirting and really hot kissing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d showered with anyone. It was probably Garrett, although nothing memorable came to mind. It felt amazing just to be this close to someone again. To laugh like this. To feel good about myself, the person I was, the things I had to offer.
All three of them had made me feel this way. Welcome. Wanted. Loved and adored. We were a team, fixing up the house together, but in many ways fixing each other.
“Guess where I’m going now?” asked Brandon.
“To get towels?”
“Yes…” he allowed. “But after that I’m gonna sprawl out face-down on my bed so you can rub my back.” He massaged his neck with both hands, wincing. The flexing of his massive arms made my heart skip a beat.
“And what do I get out of the deal?” I teased.
He laughed. “A raincheck?”
Brandon’s bed was little more than a mattress and box spring on the floor. Typical college stuff. It wasn’t made but we climbed into it anyway, neither of us willing to call it a night.
“How’s your scholarship?” I asked.
“Good and secure. My grades are up in three out of four classes, so the coach is happy.”
Rubbing him was tough, and my hands looked incredibly small against his massive shoulders. Still, I did what I could.
“Backrubs… tutoring… a really hot blowjob…” I laughed out loud. “You know you owe me, right?”
“Mmmmm…”
I must’ve hit a sore spot. Brandon groaned loudly into his pillow.
“I’ll pay you back,” he teased. “Don’t worry.”
The massage went on for a while, and we talked about the small things. The places we grew up, our childhoods, our parents… how we got to be the places we were. In time, Brandon stopped asking questions and his replies became fewer and further between. It wasn’t until he started snoring that I realized he’d fallen dead asleep.
“Ouch!” I said, pulling my aching hands away from his lower back. My hands were all cramped up. My fingers almost—
SLAM!
The sound of the front door startled me. I leapt up and re-entered the hallway just as Hunter and Colin bounded up the stairs.
“Hi!” I said cheerfully. “How’d it go?”
Hunter said nothing. His face was dark. His fists were clenched. I looked over his shoulder at Colin. Silently and gravely, he shook his head.
“I’m sorry guys,” I offered sincerely. “I can’t believe they won’t at least—”
“Two hours,” Hunter growled. “More than two hours they made us wait outside the room, and the Dean listened to us for about forty-five fucking seconds.”
I reached out for him. It was a mistake.
“NOT NOW.”
He pushed me aside. It was more of a shove. Pain flared through my already-sore hand, flattening me up against the wall as Hunter swept past me and unlocked the door to his room.
“I—”
The door swung open and just as quickly slammed shut. I was left standing alone in the hallway with Colin.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized. “He’s… well, he’s pissed.”
I rubbed at my wrist. “I take it it didn’t go well?”
“No,” he confided. “It went miserably. They’re not reinstating the chapter, and won’t even consider it.” He looked down at the floor and sighed. “Omega Alpha is finished.”
I went to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry honey.”
“It’s alright,” he shrugged. “I knew it would be like this. Brandon too. Hunter was the only one who’d actually kept his hopes up, though I don’t know why.”
He looked me up and down, and I was suddenly aware of my outfit. I was wearing one of Brandon’s T-shirts with his football number on it, and nothing else. It was so big it hung down to my knees.
“At least some of us had a good night,” Colin winked.
I stood on my toes and kissed him. “Some of us had a good afternoon too,” I said. “If I remember correctly.”
“Best afternoon of my life,” he grinned. “A day I’ll always remember.”
I flushed red with pride. “Day’s not over yet,” I said slyly.
He pulled me close, and I rested my head against his chest. Hunter had been a bit of an asshole, but in light of what happened I could forgive him. Besides, right now it felt safe and wonderful in Colin’s arms.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
I held out the bottoms of my T-shirt like a dress and courtesied. “Practice?”
He lifted me easily in his big strong arms, and carried me into his room.
“Something like that.”
Twenty-Five
CLAUDIA
Colin’s side of the bed was still warm when I woke.
I smiled and stretched, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him too. Like us now. Especially after what we’d done in it.
Showering quickly, I headed downstairs to see if there was any coffee yet. Hunter was usually the last to leave, but he’d taken to putting on a fresh pot for me before heading out.
I arrived in my bathrobe and stopped in the doorway. Hunter was sitting at the table, two steaming mugs laid out in front of him. He offered me one as I approached.
“Peace offering?”
I could’ve stayed mad. I would’ve been easy. Instead I mustered the best non-caffeinated smile I could and slid into the chair next to him.
“Listen,” he said. “I was a total dick last night.”
I took my first sip. It was glorious.
“Yeah you were.”
He laughed halfway. A concession. But his expression was still full of regret, and sorrow.
“You have no idea how much that place meant to me,” he said. “Three whole years with that fraternity. Doing great thing, having great times… all those brothers, in and out of the house. Graduating. Leaving…”
He was forlorn. Lost in bittersweet memories. I reached out and took his hand.
“You still have these brothers,” I said. “It’s not like they went away. You can still stay in touch…”
“I know,” he conceded. “But this was my turn to graduate. My last year. I was finally President. And I had such cool things planned…”
He placed his hand over mine and squeezed it.
“Still, what I did last night was bullshit. I should never have taken it out on you.” His lifted his head. His eyes met mine. “Brandon or Colin either, but especially you.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Really, I get it. I mean I don’t get it get it, but I can totally see how much the fraternity meant to you.”
He smiled now, this time for real. God, he was unbelievably good-looking. Storybook prince good-looking. If storybook princes had a bad boy edge to them.
“So I’m forgiven?”
“Sure,” I said. “On one condition.”
“Anything.”
Boy was I glad he said that.
“Show me what’s in your room.”
Hunter blinked. I watched carefully for him to retreat, for his face to darken. Maybe he’d even get angry. Mad that I’d tricked him into violating his privacy when he didn’t want to.
For a split-second I regretted it. But then I saw something else in his eyes. Something like acceptance… and even eagerness.
“You really want to see?”
I nodded. “Yes. Very much.”
“Alright,” he said, still smiling. He stood up and extended one hand. “Come.”
“Really?” I was absolutely thrilled. I got up quickly, then my eyes narrowed. “Can coffee come too?”
He laughed. “Sure.”
We took the stairs hand in hand, being careful not to spill. A minute later I stood before Hunter’s bedroom. The last mystery in the entire house.
“Go on,” he told me. “It’s unlocked.”
I opened the door… and then I
saw. Surrounding his disheveled bed, the whole room was cluttered with easels. They contained all different kinds of canvas paintings, large and small. I saw landscapes, abstracts, even a portrait or two. There were palettes of paint everywhere, smeared with every color of the rainbow. Half empty tubes. Brushes…
“My God, you’re an artist!”
For the first time since I’d met him Hunter actually looked flustered. He turned bright red.
“No I’m not.”
I whirled on him, punching him playfully in the chest. “Like hell you’re not! Look at all this stuff! Hunter, it’s beautiful!”
I walked from piece to piece, admiring everything. I knew very little about artwork, but I knew enough to tell he had talent.
“It’s just something I like to mess around with,” he explained. “I took this bedroom because it has the best light. Lots of windows, and—”
He turned, and I was suddenly in his arms. Kissing him. Holding him. Letting him know how wonderful he was.
Hunter kissed me back, his face still red and full of heat. This is what he was hiding? It was unbelievable, really. I let him go so I could wander some more.
“Honey this is more than messing around.” I stopped before a particularly beautiful painting of a nighttime forest. The greens and blacks were astounding, contrasted against the blues and whites of a star-filled sky. “You’re such a jerk for locking your door!” I chided him. “This is nothing to be hiding from anyone!”
I knew how hard it must’ve been for him to keep this a secret. I just didn’t know why.
“Colin knows,” he admitted. “He’s seen me with a canvas or two. But Brandon—”
“Do you really think they’d judge you?” I asked. “Come on. These guys are your brothers! And really, look at this stuff. You should be hanging this in places where people can admire it. Not squirreling it away in some crowded bedroom.”
He folded his tattooed arms around me from behind. “Funny you should say that. There’s actually an exhibition this weekend, and I have four or five pieces on display.” He waved one hand dismissively. “It’s a silly University thing, down at the—”