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by Miranda Silver


  She leaned against him, stroking the inside of his wrist. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  Ian sighed again, a longer sigh. “It’s not that it scares him, so much. He just doesn’t like it.”

  Diana nodded. “That’s how I feel right now, except for the not being scared part.”

  Lips met hers in a slow kiss. Her stomach turned over. “What if we have sex in your bed?” Fingers wove through her hair, pulling harder. “Will it feel more like home?”

  When she pulled Ian in by the back of his head, his hands closed over her breasts, fondling the full curves. He kissed her again with more tongue and bit her lower lip.

  “It’s worth a try…” She glanced at the closed door. As Ian pinched her nipples through her blouse, she stretched up, still jittery but eager for more touch. His mouth and hands were sending sparks through her body.

  When her fingers brushed the heavy bulge between his thighs, he cursed under his breath.

  “Do it.”

  “I will,” she whispered. As she opened his fly, the scrape of the zipper jolted her with excitement.

  Ian swiftly unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it down her arms. Her bra was off in an instant. Her embroidered skirt slipped over her hips to fall on the floor, and her panties followed.

  He bent to suck on her nipple. “You taste so fucking good.”

  “Ian…” she moaned. He ran his tongue over the puckered bud as she worked her hand into his boxers.

  “Everything’s going to be okay, Diana.” He bit her nipple lightly, then sucked hard. She cried out. “See? Better already.” His mouth closed over her other nipple.

  “Yes… But you won’t always be here.”

  “I want to be. But you’re in the big world now. Let yourself out.”

  Ian nuzzled her breast, his palms all over the full curves. Her nipple was a pebble in his mouth. His cock felt perfect in her hand, hidden inside his boxers, so warm, the skin smooth. A trickle of liquid oozed out as she stroked the engorged head.

  Being naked for Ian while he knelt over her in his T-shirt and boxers, glancing at the door without knowing if or when it would open, smelling the clean masculine scent of Brendan still on her sheets with two pairs of hands roaming her body and too many questions in the air—

  Her head was going to explode. Her body was going to explode. She moaned, tense and excited.

  “That’s it,” Ian hissed, as her fingers tightened on his cock. He bit her nipple, soothing it with his tongue when she shrieked. “Wonder if I can make you come this way, you horny little girl?” Teeth grazed her nipple again, and she grabbed his hair. “What’s gonna happen if I just keep playing with your perfect tits?”

  She pulled her hand out of his boxers and scratched his shoulders. “Are you teasing me?”

  “Hell yes. It’s so fun.” He flicked his tongue over one rosy bud.

  His fingers and mouth were driving her crazy. Her body cried out for more — more weight, more force. More Ian. More gravity, when everything was new and she didn’t know where she’d land.

  An impulse made her ask, “Can you hold me down?”

  Ian’s eyes widened. He pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside. Before she could reach for his T-shirt, or stroke the thick cock pointing at her, he pushed her arms above her head, capturing both wrists in one large hand.

  “Like that?”

  “Ye-e-es.”

  A thrill shot through her. She yanked, but her wrists didn’t budge. A firm palm roamed over her body, leaving heat in its wake.

  “Damn, Diana. Listen to you.” He was right. She was panting already. Large fingers dipped between her lips, and she gasped when they found the juices welling. “This is what you need right now, isn’t it?” She lifted her hips to invite him in, biting her lip at the sensation of Ian fingering her. “So horny. So ready. Such a bad girl. You need some discipline.”

  “More,” she pleaded.

  Her pussy spasmed around thickness. Ian was stroking her from the inside, more fingers slipping into her creamy cunt.

  “Fuck, you’re wet and tight. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Maybe,” his whisper was hot against his ear, “I should ask Brendan to drop off his handcuffs.” She gasped and bucked against him. “That way, I’ll have both hands free.”

  Fingers left her pussy. Hard flesh pressed between her legs. She was so aroused, and her body was eager, welcoming Ian in. But God, nervousness flashed through her, stoking her excitement, tightening her body.

  “I’m not ready for that.” Then she froze, her legs locked around Ian’s waist. “Wait, he brought them?”

  “Probably.” Ian grinned at her. He dove down to suck her neck. The pressure ignited a path of heat down her body, and if she just pulled free, she could kiss him…but his body was heavy on top of hers, his grip on her wrists firm.

  “About before.” She was so excited she could barely breathe, but she had to ask. “With the three of us. What would have happened if no one walked in?”

  He held still, his cock half-buried inside her, his forehead pressed to hers. His T-shirt was damp with sweat, his eyes narrow with lust.

  “What did you want to happen?”

  She knew what she’d wanted in that moment, but would she still have wanted it afterwards? She hadn’t even been willing to open her eyes while she gave in to the twins’ touch.

  “God— Ian—” He was starting to move. “I liked being close to both of you. I couldn’t think past that. What were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking—” he pulled back, then sank deeper, smoothly — “that I wanted my girlfriend to relax. And you were really relaxing with me and Brendan rubbing your back together. And weren’t we surprised when you started getting turned on?”

  “That’s not fair. You were taking it there.”

  Ian lengthened his strokes. He kissed her neck, and she shivered, tightening around him.

  “Me?” he whispered. “Maybe. Guess I wasn’t thinking either.”

  “Ian—” As his thrusts deepened, thinking went away. All she knew was the hard male body on top of hers, the friction of his cotton shirt on her tender nipples, the rigid cock moving inside her, the smooth skin of his neck under her teeth. Her hips rising to meet him, the tug of her wrists in his unyielding grip. Ian was grinding against her mound, taking her to the brink. Low grunts told her he was close to coming.

  When he changed his angle, she whimpered at the overload of pleasure. “Are you going to let my arms go?”

  “Do you want me to?” Ian rasped. “Or do you want me to cum in your sweet little pussy while I hold you down? ‘Cause I can tell this is getting to you.”

  “Yes, cum…” she panted.

  Ian growled and drove into her. “You really are a bad girl, Diana. Begging me to pin you down, taking me deep like the slut you are. Your roommate might walk in and see you like this. I bet you’d get off on that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Ian!” she gasped. Jesus, it was crazy, but as worked up as she was, his words only aroused her more. “Only if she holds the door so everyone can watch,” she whispered.

  His eyes opened wide. As she thrust back, matching him, he gave a muffled roar into her neck and sank deep. She moaned with him as he came, his release almost triggering hers.

  “Please—”

  “Fuck, yes.” He gave one more thrust and withdrew, his body sweaty on top of hers. “Ask for it, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.”

  She didn’t give a damn who walked in now. Her entire dorm floor, her professors, the chancellor, her parents. Brendan with his handcuffs. She was in a fog of lust, Ian’s face above her, his hand still grasping her wrists.

  “I need you, Ian.” One sentence, that was all. And it made her shiver to whisper it.

  His free hand slid over her warm valley. She moaned as he massaged her pussy, her thighs spread, hot and open.

  “Like that, Diana?” He found her clit and stroked the h
ard nub. “You want me to touch your little clit like that?”

  “Oh God. Yes…” She bucked against his hand, craving the intensity that would push her to climax.

  “Feel it, baby. Relax. I got you. All you need to do is come.”

  Ian’s hand on her wrists made her heart race. His face was set with concentration, his arm straining to hold her in place. She let out a shuddering breath and relaxed into the bed. The familiar rumpled sheets from home cradled her back and ass.

  “That’s it, Diana.” Ian’s voice was husky. Fingers dipped into her opening, spreading her juices, and rubbed her clit again and again. “Come in your new room for me. Right here, right now.”

  He was looking at her so intently as he held her down that she felt a flash of self-consciousness. But she looked right back at him. As he fondled her melting cunt, the nerves spiked her need.

  Her hands wrenched at Ian’s restraining fingers. Pleasure washed over her, fed by the thrill of his firm grip. Her back arched as she came in bursts of heat.

  When she went limp, he let her go and kissed her between her breasts.

  “Okay?” he whispered, rubbing her wrists.

  “My arms fell asleep.” She rolled onto her side and smiled at him lazily. “But it was so worth it.”

  “Good.” He shook out his hand. She pulled it to her lips to kiss his palm.

  “I love you,” she murmured. Strong arms wrapped around her.

  “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  Maybe I should ask Brendan to drop off his handcuffs. Then I’ll have both hands free.

  It wasn’t so different from what they’d done. But being cuffed to a bed, without Ian holding her — bound to her in his own way — felt more out of control, more risky, more exposed. Not to mention that Brendan’s dimpled smile would be attached to those handcuffs in her mind.

  The mattress creaked as Ian climbed off the narrow bed. He stepped into his boxers and shorts and gave her a devilish grin.

  “Too bad your roommate didn’t walk in. You were so hot and bothered, it would have set you off.”

  Diana groaned. “I’m so glad she didn’t. It probably would’ve served her right, but still.”

  She cleaned up with a handful of tissues, found a new thong in her drawer, and stepped into a fresh dress. Hopefully she’d get used to seeing her clothes in the dorm room closet.

  Just as Ian reached for his shirt, the door banged open. Sonia charged in. She gave one disgusted look at Ian’s carved chest, then sat down at her desk and opened her laptop.

  “Um.” Diana cleared her throat. “The sign said to knock.”

  “Oh,” was all Sonia said. She tapped her keyboard. Apparently, that was the end of the conversation.

  Ian whistled as he pulled his shirt on. Diana eyed the door, prepared to make a break for it as soon as Ian got his ass dressed.

  “Well, uh, we’re going to dinner.”

  She picked up her purse. God, when was she going to stop stammering? Each time she thought she was over the shyness for good, it cropped up again.

  “Yep.” Ian paused by Sonia’s chair, a friendly smile on his face. “Wanna come?”

  No, Diana mouthed frantically at him, but Sonia glanced up. Then she closed her laptop and heaved a sigh.

  “Fine. Why not.” Her tone implied she was doing Ian a colossal favor.

  Diana was too irritated to say anything as the three of them walked down the dorm hallway. Sonia kept her scowl pointed straight ahead. Ian’s walk was carefree, but he didn’t single-handedly manage the conversation the way Brendan would have. Instead, he whistled all the way down to the dining hall, where Sonia put a finger in front of his lips.

  “Stop,” she ordered.

  If any other girl had done that to Ian, Diana would have itched to push her hand away, but there was nothing flirty about Sonia’s gesture. It was too direct to be threatening.

  “Oh, you have a problem with it?” Ian asked innocently.

  “I have a problem with you.”

  “That’s fine.” He grinned at Sonia. “Everyone does. I’m used to it.”

  Diana bumped him with her hip, a little too aggressively. “I don’t have a problem with you.”

  “Sure you do. I’m your biggest problem. You’re mad at me ’cause I invited your roommate to our romantic dining hall dinner. Don’t worry, I brought the candles anyway.”

  “Ian,” she hissed.

  “Sorry to crash.” Sonia didn’t sound sorry as they made their way through the lines in the dining hall. Maybe she enjoyed the awkwardness, Diana thought. This was going to be a long year.

  “By the way,” Sonia said abruptly, after they’d sat down at the end of a long table with their food. “About the ‘please knock’ thing. I knew you guys were done screwing. Half the hall heard you. I waited until the noise went away.”

  Diana winced. “Half the hall?” She dropped her fork with a clatter when she saw Ian rocking with laughter. “Shut up.” She pointed the fork at him. “You don’t go to school here.”

  “Come on, Diana. You’re starting the year with a bang.”

  She was ready to argue, but something was happening with Sonia’s mouth that was almost a smile. Just one corner lifting, but it was better than nothing.

  Sonia shrugged. “It wasn’t half the hall. I exaggerate. Four other people.”

  “And you all bonded, right?” Ian grinned at her.

  “Hell, no.” Sonia took a long swig of her juice. “I’d be happy if I never saw them again.”

  “You didn’t want food?” Diana eyed the glasses and mugs in front of her roommate, with no plate to keep them company. Juice, tea, water. She’d loaded up her own tray, wanting to try everything, and Ian was eating enough for all three of them.

  “I prefer drinking to eating,” Sonia announced. “And no, there’s nothing wrong. It’s just a preference.”

  Diana took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. She’d never felt so normal. Maybe there was a silver lining to living with someone who was quirkier than she was.

  “I like drinking too.” Ian flashed his dimples.

  “That’s because you’re a dumb jock.”

  Diana stiffened, but Ian just laughed.

  “Hey now, don’t be judgmental.”

  “Oh, he used a three-syllable word,” Sonia commented to Diana.

  Diana smiled grudgingly. “He knows a few.”

  “Did you teach them to him?”

  “Absolutely. I taught him everything he knows.” It was so untrue that she began to laugh.

  “Did you housebreak him, too?”

  “Nope. That was his brother’s job.” She shot a glance at Ian, who just nodded agreeably.

  “Oh,” Sonia said, her hint of a smile gone. “I forgot about your brother,” she informed Ian. “I like you better as an only child.”

  A tall male figure appeared behind Sonia. Diana cleared her throat. Ian looked up just as Brendan clapped him on the shoulder.

  “You need to keep your phone on, bro. I’ve been trying to call.”

  Ian slapped his pocket, then shrugged. “Guess it’s in Diana’s room. And Sonia’s room.”

  “Right.” Brendan winked at Diana, like the incident an hour ago had never happened. He turned his dimples on Sonia, moving cautiously, like she was a feral beast he was trying to tame. She ignored him.

  “Probably fell out while you were fucking,” Sonia remarked. Her expression was so deadpan that Diana snorted with laughter. She grabbed her napkin and coughed.

  Brendan shook his head. “Do you need the car tonight?” he asked his brother.

  “Nah. I thought we were driving back to school.”

  “We can go back tomorrow.” Brendan messed up his brother’s hair. “No rush. You want the time with Diana, right?”

  Diana pushed her plate away. Obviously things were going well with Brendan’s leadership friend, which was great. Fantastic. And here he was, trying to arrange Ian’s life again.

  “Where’s Ian
going to sleep?” she asked. “In case you didn’t notice, I have a roommate.”

  Sonia shrugged. “I don’t care.”

  “Really?” Diana stared at her.

  “I go to bed really late, and I like to be out. As long as you guys aren’t at it when I come back, it’s fine. Since I have to share a room, I don’t give a shit if there are two people or three people in there.” Her sour glance at Brendan added, Just not four.

  “Oh. Wow.” Diana almost pinched herself to make sure she was awake. “I kind of love you now.” Sonia’s bluntness was rubbing off on her.

  “Ugh, don’t.” Sonia got up without ceremony and went to get more juice.

  “See?” Ian leaned over to whisper. “Best friends.”

  “Not exactly. But I think we’ll be okay.”

  Brendan was looking after Sonia, an odd expression on his face. Then he leaned down. “Di, I think you need to be careful with your roommate. She doesn’t seem like the most stable person.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with her.” Ian buttered half a roll and tossed it in his mouth. “She just doesn’t think you’re the nicest guy in the world, which puts her in the minority.”

  “She pulled her clothes off in front of total strangers.” Brendan’s whisper was urgent. He actually looked worried. Diana hadn’t seen worry crease Brendan’s brow before. “That’s not normal behavior.”

  “You thought it was okay when I did it, right?” she whispered back. Ian chuckled softly. And Brendan — he fucking blushed. His eyelids flickered.

  “That was different.”

  “Uh-huh. Because you were telling me to do it with those girls from the club, and I was drunk and high. Sonia surprised you, and she was sober.”

  “It was a different situation,” Brendan insisted. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t weird, Di.”

  Diana shrugged. A little part of her enjoyed messing with Brendan. “Hey, she had a nice body.” Ian chuckled again, and Brendan held up a hand in a please stop gesture. “Okay, yeah, it was weird, but I don’t think she’s going to do any harm.”

 

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