Living at the Frat House (College Romance)

by Penny Wylder

  Juno quakes again, another orgasm hitting her hard and fast. I wrap my arms around her and fuck her as hard as I can without letting us collapse, racing towards my own climax like a freight train. It’s glorious, sweet, slick friction, and I have to close my eyes.

  Pleasure builds, and I yell her name as I pull out at the last second, my orgasm flooding over her skin and washed away in the flow. The temptation to keep myself buried and feel myself truly fill her up was strong, but I would never do that, and I’m lost to the light shining behind my eyes while pleasure writhes down my cock.

  “Shit,” I say, when I come back. “That was good.”

  “You don’t even know,” she says, leaning against me. We’re both losing steam, and I need to have her close to me still. So time for a change of venue.

  I make sure the last of my cum is washed off her skin and shut off the water before wrapping her in her towel and lifting her up. I carry her to my room and lay her on the bed before drying myself off briefly and joining her. I don’t care that her hair is soaking into my sheets. I only care that she’s underneath me when I climb over her. I care about the sweet taste of her lips under mine. I care that I can feel the flush of heat from her body as I unwrap her so that we’re still skin to skin.

  I care about this girl.

  “Juno,” I say. “This is different than I thought it would be. You and me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that it’s been a week…and yet it doesn’t feel like that to me. It’s way more than that.”

  She bites her lip. “You know there’s a statistic that says something like seventy-five percent of college relationships fail? That’s a big percent.”

  “That means that a quarter of them don’t fail.”

  Her eyes go wide, and breath shallow. “There’s a lot of other statistics too. I looked into a bunch of them before I came because I’m kind of a data nerd. Charts and spreadsheets. That kind of thing.”

  She’s panicking. And not ready to talk about it. I get that. It’s early, especially for me. But I still can’t ignore the little sting in my chest. I think she might feel the same, but I can’t force her to acknowledge it. It’s not an easy thing to realize.

  But it’s okay, there’s another thing that we need to talk about. “Can I ask about what you said back there?”

  “I would think that ‘yes,’ and ‘fuck,’ and ‘please,’ were pretty self-explanatory.”

  I laugh. “No, I mean that you said you shouldn’t enjoy being my pet.”

  “I shouldn’t,” she says, closing her eyes. “I shouldn’t.”

  “Tell me why.”

  She shifts underneath me, and looks uncomfortable. But not physically. I kiss her to bring her back to me, enjoying the feel of her body easing in reaction to mine. “Because it’s not how I should let people treat me,” she says. “If I told anyone I let you boss me around and that I liked it. That you telling me that I’m not allowed to come or that you’ll punish me if I do turns me on? They would say that I should leave you entirely. That I was crazy and being…I don’t know abused. I know it’s not that,” she says, slipping her hand up and pressing her hand to her heart. “I feel it here. But there has to be something wrong with me.”

  “Is there something wrong with me for wanting to boss you around? That I like knowing I can keep you from coming or tie you down and tease you while there’s nothing you can do about it?”

  She looks confused for a moment. “Maybe.”

  I meet her eyes, searching those gorgeous green depths. “I don’t know a lot about this,” I say, “but I know we’re not the only ones. You know that too. I’m working on instinct and what feels good, but I will do the research. I’ll make sure you know that there’s nothing wrong with it, because what we do is our business and no one else’s. I don’t give a fuck, no one else can tell you what you enjoy during sex any more than they can tell you that you’re not allowed to enjoy ice cream.”

  “It feels weird.”

  I nod. “Yes, it does. And if I were forcing you to do it, it would be wrong.”

  “But you’re not,” Juno finishes for me.

  “And that makes all the difference.”

  A small smile plays on her lips. “Yeah.”

  Kissing her mouth, I slide my hand up her body until it rests on her throat. “I like the idea of getting you a collar for the house.”

  Juno gasps against my lips. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

  “But you like the idea.”

  “No,” she says, but she’s smiling.

  I laugh. “You’re a terrible liar.”

  “Punish me then,” she says, and the words make my heart stop.

  “After today, I don’t want to punish you.”

  Leaning up, she brushes my lips with hers. “Now who’s the liar?”

  She’s right. I do want to punish her. I want to see how she’ll react to my control. “I’ll make you a deal,” I say. “We’ll try it out.”

  Her chest rises and falls under mine faster. This is exciting for her, and I’m getting hard all over again. I cannot get enough of her.

  “Tonight, I’m going to make you come. Over and over again until you’ve had more than enough.”

  She giggles. “If that’s your idea of a punishment, bring it on.”

  “But you can’t come for the next three days.”

  She goes still, and I watch as her pupils dilate with excitement. “At all?”

  “At all. And let me clear, nothing is going to change. I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to suck my cock. I’m going to come whenever and however I please, and you will not.”

  Juno swallows, and I don’t even think she realizes that she’s smiling up at me. She’s beaming. Happy. The kind of smile that I want to fight for so I can always see it on her face. “What happens if I do come?”

  I pause, considering. “What do you think would be an appropriate punishment for disobeying me, pet?” The nickname is one I use on purpose to get her to remember what we’re doing. “How do you want to be punished? I’m not going to promise that’s what I’ll do, but I’ll listen to ideas.”

  The gorgeous girl in my bed blushes, biting her lip. “I don’t want to say.”

  I lower my voice, practicing that edge of command that makes her shake. “Tell me now.”

  “You could make me do chores,” she says quickly. “Or cooking. You know, the stuff that no one wants to do.”

  I roll so that she’s on top of me now, hair hanging down like a curtain around us. “I could do that,” I say. “But that’s not what made you blush.”

  “It’s embarrassing.”

  I sit up so that she’s in my lap. I’m fully hard again, and this position presses us together beautifully. A couple small movements and I could be inside her delicious pussy.

  “You’re mine. That means there’s no embarrassment between us.”

  She closes her eyes, and I see her resign herself. “Spank me.”

  My cock jerks between us. My head is filled with a vision of her across my knees, ass red under my hand. I understand exactly what she means, because I should not find that as hot as I do. “You want that?”

  Juno is biting her lip again, and she nods.

  Fucking hell, I like this girl. I have the urge to say more than that, but I hold myself back because it’s not possible. Not this fast.

  “Okay. If you come without permission, or disobey, you’ll be spanked until I’m happy with the shade of red that your ass is. Your days will get extended, and you’ll owe me an orgasm in the manner of my choice.”

  Juno shudders. “Okay.”

  I smile. This is going to be fun. “But tonight, you have a free pass.” I don’t wait, I lie down and pull her to me, lifting her onto my face and starting the evening of pleasure for my girl.

  14

  Juno

  I wave to Taylor and Bailey across the dining hall as I grab my food. None of us anticipated how busy would be these
first few weeks of school, so this has really been the first time that we’ve been able to get together.

  Dinner in the dining hall doesn’t seem very glamorous, but it’s better than nothing at all. I’m in the process of putting together a truly glorious salad. Most universities have horror stories about the cafeteria, but ours is really great and boasts a truly impressive salad bar. Something that I visit nearly every day at lunch.

  Malcolm knows that tonight is my night for dinner with friends, so I don’t have to worry about him sweeping in and dragging me off to some corner to fuck me senseless—as much as we’d both enjoy that. It’s been a couple of weeks since we moved into the house, and we’ve fallen into a kind of delicious routine that seems to be working for us so far.

  Those first three days when I wasn’t allowed to come were exactly the same. Mal had me wearing that infernal little toy and surprised me with visits to empty classrooms, but I refused to give in. It was the longest three days of my life, and on the fourth day I became the screamer that he wanted. I was so keyed up and so ready that I came the second he put his mouth on my clit, and a whole bunch of times after that. It was a blur of pleasure that I never want to forget.

  And after I was limp and wrung out, he spanked me just because he could.

  Even the memory has me blushing. I’m still struggling with the ‘I shouldn’t really like this’ thing. But I do. I’ve been working hard in my classes, and I was serious when I told Mal that I would do anything to accomplish those goals. And that means that I have to be on my shit one hundred percent of the time.

  And when I’m with Malcolm, I don’t have to be. He takes care of the decisions and I get to rest my mind. Not to mention that he showers me with pleasure until it feels like I’m drowning in it. Even if I don’t get to come. There’s a measure of relief in not having to decide.

  And we’ve been getting to know each other better. I know about Malcolm’s family and that he’s a business major and loves coming up with marketing schemes, and hopes to work at one of the big marketing firms after he graduates.

  Green is his favorite color and he smells like cedar and vanilla. He likes to watch me when he thinks that I’m not looking, like when I’m studying in the kitchen or in one of our bedrooms. He hasn’t brought up the fact that he might have feelings for me that are deeper since that day in the shower, but I’m starting to feel it now.

  We’re pulled together like gravity. It feels inevitable.

  And right now, I’m only hours away from what I’m sure will be one of the best orgasms of my life. I haven’t come in seven days. Well, that’s not exactly true. I was given another three days, and on the last day I lost control in bed. He was teasing me mercilessly, and I went over. It was a tiny orgasm, and not anything mind-blowing, but he still knew.

  And the minute I came I was over his knee, his hand on my ass until it was warm with his slaps. And more until I was gasping and on the edge of another orgasm between pleasure and pain. And I was given another four days.

  I couldn’t even argue with him, because I broke the agreement. But god, the last four days have been glorious hell. With our class schedule picking up, there haven’t been any quick fucks in closets, but every night I’m in his bed, practicing taking his cock down my throat and him taking his own pleasure while I resist mine.

  It feels like a strange kind of power, holding myself to rules that I don’t have any obligation to follow except for the fact that I gave my word. But today is Friday, and I have nowhere to be tomorrow. At midnight I’m going to pin him down to my bed and ride him until I finish at least three times.

  When I’ve created my masterpiece of a salad, I join Bailey and Taylor at the table that we’ve chosen. “Hey!” I say. “It’s been too long.”

  “I know,” Bailey sighs. “Dude, these classes have me reading so much that it feels like my brain is swimming. And I’m not a fast reader.”

  “I’m buried in diagrams of bones and memorizing nerve points for anatomy. It’s a lot.”

  “I’ve been fine,” Taylor says. “I think it’s been a lot of fun so far.”

  Bailey and I both share a look with a smile. Taylor hasn’t declared a major yet, and when she does, she’s always talked about declaring a major that doesn’t have a lot of requirements. Whatever path she chooses to take, it’ll be the path of least resistance. Taylor is at school to party, and take over the Tri Deltas when Melody graduates. There’s no question that she’ll be accepted as a legacy.

  “Well I’m still happy to see you both,” I say. “We need to make it a more regular thing.”

  I’ve started to make friends in my classes, and gotten to know some of the guys in the house. Evan is really kind, and apologized to me for not stepping in and doing more when he texted Malcolm about Jack. He was afraid that Jack would escalate the situation, and I didn’t blame him. But with his friendship, some of the others in the house have been less afraid of me. For a while they couldn’t meet my eyes because they were embarrassed. I’m glad that they’re over that.

  Bailey and I have been texting so I know that she’s not mad at me, but she still makes a face. “If we were still rooming together we would see each other a lot more often,” she says.

  “I know.”

  “How is that going?” Taylor asks. “Is it like…completely awful living with a bunch of guys?”

  “Actually,” I say. “It’s been kind of great.”

  Taylor blinks at me. “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh come on,” Bailey says. “You’re going to have to give us way more details than that.”

  I can’t help the fact that I blush, because I’m immediately thinking of all the sex that I’ve had since I’ve moved into the house.

  “Oh, and you’re going to have to explain that blush,” Taylor says.

  I take a bite of my salad so I can take a minute to think. “I have a really nice room on the top floor, and so far most of the guys have been really nice.”

  Bailey looks at me suspiciously. “That’s not why you’re blushing though.”

  “I, umm…” I look away from both of them. “I’ve kind of been sleeping with Malcolm Levar.”

  Both of them stare at me like I’m an alien, and I don’t exactly blame them. I was never a person who slept around in high school. I barely had boyfriends.

  “Oh my god,” Taylor says with a sly grin. “Is he the only one? Are there more? Some of the guys in that house are hot.”

  I blush hotter. “Of course he’s the only one.”

  “I’m just saying, if I were in your position, I wouldn’t restrict myself to only one of them.” Her smirk pisses me off.

  “I’m not living there because I’m the house whore, Taylor.”

  She raises her hands in surrender. “You don’t have to get all sensitive, geeze.”

  “I’m glad you’re happy,” Bailey cuts in. “Are you happy?”

  I let my smile come back. “I really am. So far everything has really worked out. I kind of owe Melody for that dare,” I say, laughing. “There was no way I could have known how well things would really work out.”

  “That’s really great,” Bailey says while she checks her phone. “Oh, shit.”

  “You okay?”

  She sighs. “Yeah, I’m fine. They just changed my study group tonight, and because pre-law is crazy, they actually include showing up to study groups as a part of your grade.”

  “That sucks,” I say.

  She’s gathering her dishes and grabbing her bag. “I’m really sorry, I wish that I could stay. Rain check?”

  I nod. “Yeah. I’ll text you.”

  She hurries off, and it leaves me with Taylor, which is honestly not where I want to be. We’ve been friends for a long time, but over the last couple of years we’ve really drifted apart. Everything I do now seems to be met with skepticism and sarcasm. But I’m already locked in to dinner, so I might as well see it through.

  “Are you still planning on pledging Tr
i Delta?” she asks.

  I actually had barely thought about the sorority since I moved into Granite House. I was desperately seeking companionship and sisterhood, but since she made me do the dare, that had kind of fallen apart in my mind. It doesn’t really matter that the results of the dare turned out well, they almost didn’t.

  Do I still want to be a part of a group of girls that likes to challenge people like that without knowing the consequences, or possibly worse, hoping that the consequences are bad? I’m not sure.

  “Maybe,” I say. “We’ll see when pledge time comes around.”

  “Why wouldn’t you?”

  I shrug. “No reason.” There’s no chance that I’m telling Taylor that Malcolm seems to have a problem with Melody that he hasn’t fully told me about. He didn’t paint her in a good light, and so far on the scoreboard, Malcolm is winning. Even when he was pissed at me and planning to hold me hostage about the broken heirloom, he was honest with me.

  I’m not sure that Melody was.

  Without Bailey in between us, we honestly don’t have that much to say to each other. I finish my salad in awkward silence, and we barely say goodbye even when we’re finished.

  I guess I hadn’t realized how little we had in common anymore, but this is college. It happens. People move on, and it’s clear that Taylor already has. That’s fine. I have somewhere to be. Knowing where I’m going and what’s waiting, I practically run home.

  15

  Juno

  There’s a party in full swing at Granite House, but I just go upstairs. Not really my scene. But I’m glad that there’s a party because when I inevitably lose my fucking mind the noise will cover it up.

  I told Malcolm that I had to study for a test when I got home and I locked myself in my room. All he did was smirk because he knew exactly what I was doing, but he let it slide. Technically I did have my first anatomy test next week, but that’s not why I locked myself away.

  Right now, just the sight of Malcolm makes me wet, and I know that if I get close to him before midnight that I’m not going to be able to hold myself back. And there’s no way that I’m letting this orgasm ban get extended. I’ll die of pleasure starvation.