“You’re dead to me,” Alex announced as David started toward his bedroom door.
“Sorry, why is that?”
Alex held up his phone. As people left the party, they were given them back. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to
figure out that his fellow football players had been sending messages about their exploits.
“You would have loved it. One girl was trying to set some kind of blowjob record, and Zak was number 833. He said it was fantastic,” David said to tease his friend.
“Can’t hear you because you must be a ghost.”
David chuckled when his roommate covered his ears and pointedly returned to watching the movie. Chloe winked at David as he went to his room.
He was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. David answered it and found Wren and Emily there.
“Wren needs cheering up,” Emily said as she pushed past him.
“Well, come in,” David said to Wren.
She hesitated and then tensely entered.
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Emily had talked her into this. She reasoned who better than David to fend off other men, so Wren found herself nervously standing in his room.
She took a moment to look around his bedroom, which didn’t look like any dorm room she’d ever seen. In place of the typical twin bed looked to be a California king. The single room had to be three times bigger than the room she shared with another girl.
Emily had claimed a big comfy reading chair by the window and looked awfully pleased.
Wren was brought back from her thoughts when David’s mouth settled over hers as he pulled her flush against his muscular body. She hesitated a moment as she deduced that David had figured out why she was there. Then Wren slid her arms around him and returned his kiss.
A man like David was a rare catch. She liked how he kissed, and he tasted good, like drinking water from a
meadow spring. His scent was leather and spice, which was intoxicating. Their kiss deepened and intensified. She knew she should hold back, but he was too tempting. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were lit with desire.
“I didn’t expect you to show up like this.”
“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked.
“Never, but maybe we’re moving too fast,” David said to give her an out.
That made her stop and think. Then the worry arose because David could have any straight girl he wanted, and probably a bunch who weren’t straight. Why would he want her when she was damaged goods?
“Do you want to slow down?”
“No. You’re a beautiful woman, Wren, and not just physically. I like you as a person, too.”
That was precisely the right thing for him to say, and their lips met again. Wren let the emotions between them build, confused by the intensity of her response. She got the vibe that she could trust him, maybe more than she’d ever trusted any other man. The kiss awakened strong feelings within her that she was sure she’d never felt before. His aroused body pressed against hers, and his hands moved sensually along her back and sides.
Wren tightened her arms around his muscular back as desire flowed through her. When he finally released her, she was flushed and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
David stepped back, reached down, and pulled his shirt off. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to undo his pants. She quickly caught up as her top and bra hit the floor, soon followed by her jeans and panties.
Wren saw him check her out as she did the same to him.
He was a freaking sculpture you would see in a museum.
David stepped in close to her, wrapping her in his arms.
He leaned in close to kiss her, and she accepted his kiss
eagerly. His hands slid down her back to squeeze her bare bottom.
He reached down and scooped her up, lifting her in his arms. Still kissing her, he carried her to the bed and lowered her. She stretched her arms out to the sides, enjoying the feel of his satin sheets against her bare skin.
David knelt in front of her, caught her ankles, and lifted them in the air. He walked on his knees toward her as she let her legs part to expose her sex. David slid his hands down the bottom of her legs to her upper thighs as he leaned against her, and Wren felt her body rolling up toward her upper back, her hips rising off the bed. She hadn’t looked down at his erection, but suddenly, it was there, pressing between her legs.
Wren whimpered in anticipation, her body yearning for him to finally enter her. She wanted to seize him and roll him over onto his back, straddle him and sink down onto his throbbing member. But she forced herself to endure this torment, these last few seconds of delay, lying naked and knowing Emily was watching as Wren eagerly waited to be fucked.
She closed her eyes as the head of his penis pressed against her pussy. David leaned forward slowly, and she gasped, the steady pressure parting her labia and allowing him to enter. Bit by bit, his thick cock filled her until, finally, he was all the way in. He slid out a few inches and pushed in again.
He leaned over her breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples as his shaft moved inside her. He found a rhythm, and she matched it, pushing up against him, meeting his thrusts. Her long legs splayed to the side as she writhed, possessed by a feverish desire to have him as deep inside her as he could.
He continued his slow rhythm, taking his time, and Wren felt a ball of pleasure forming between her legs, growing larger with every thrust. Everything felt so right: the sheets
underneath her, David’s weight on top of her, the feel of his dick inside her. Emily watching them satisfied the exhibitionist hidden inside her. She wanted this to last forever as she tingled all over.
Wren’s breasts ached, and her core was … she felt so wet down there. So aroused. Watching David like this was better than any fantasy, more erotic than any stupid, fake porn she’d ever watched. Because it was him inside of her, and this was actually happening.
He groaned as she suddenly came. It was so unexpected that she clenched hard around his shaft.
“Wow! Just wow,” he bellowed as her pussy milked his cock.
Wren felt him unleash as jet after jet of cum sprayed inside her. She loved the feel as he filled her up.
When he was done, David rolled off to catch his breath.
She jumped up to clean herself and had to hurry to avoid leaking cum on the floor. Where the hell did all of that come from? Did David’s cock double as a super-soaker?
From the bathroom, she heard Emily say, “I call next.”
“Slut!” Wren called back.
They both giggled as David moaned. He was in for a long night.
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Chapter 33
“We’re telling everyone that you’re dating both of us,”
Emily said in the morning.
David hadn’t messed everything up with Crystal for this, but both Wren and Emily dared him to say otherwise.
Everyone had a good time. Wren reminded him of Adrienne with her large natural breasts and narrow hips, except she was a brunette while Adrienne was a California blond. Wren’s sexual appetite seemed to know no bounds, and his inner sexual beast REALLY liked her.
Emily was on the other end of the sexual spectrum, where everything was new and exciting. She was also a more petite girl with an A-cup and a magnificent ass. Emily wore short blond hair, and if she’d had pointy ears, she might have been a pixie or what David imagined a nymph to look like. While Emily was fun, she was more work than he was willing to provide.