Page 84 of Campus Muscle

“You’re so fucking wet. What am I gonna do with you?” My cock slid easily between her folds, the head dragging over her clit in slow, agonizing passes.

Dakota let out a strangled moan, her back arching instinctively, ass tilting out to find the friction she was dying for.

“Looking for something?” I caught her nipple between two fingers, tugging just enough to make her knees buckle.

“Trace… goddammit,” she whimpered, her forehead thumping against the door. “I’m right there. Just... please.”

“I love hearing you beg,” I rasped, my tip hovering right at her entrance, testing the heat up close. “But you know the rules. You don’t get to come un—”

The doorknob rattled.

I slammed my palm over Dakota’s mouth just as she sucked in a gasp, her body going rigid as the knob turned fruitlessly just inches from her.

“Trace? You in there? Open up, man. I forgot my key.”

The timing was fucking lethal. Dakota’s eyes went wide, terror and arousal mixing into something volatile in my arms.

“Shhh,” I breathed, and drove into her at the exact same moment.

I thrust home with everything I had, burying my aching cock to the hilt while the door shook from another knock.

“Come on, Prescott! Quit being a dick and open the door!”

I leaned into her, my thrusts pinning her to the wood. “You wanted to come, right? I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard. Just be a good girl and stay quiet.”

It was a brutal, punishing pace. Hard, deep thrusts that made the door creak. On one side was my roommate’s incessant knocking, and the other was Dakota’s helpless tremors taking over her body. Her muffled cries dying against my palm as I fucked her closer and closer to the edge.

“Whatever, man. I’m going to the lounge. You’re a prick.” Footsteps faded down the hall, and I knew this was my moment.

Without slowing down, my thumb found her clit and stroked the swollen bundle of nerves in a frantic blur while I drove into her again and again. I pulled my hand from her mouth and gripped her hip, my voice a dark command.

“Now.”

The word was a trigger.

Dakota’s body finally snapped, shattering into a million beautiful shards of ecstasy. She let out a loud, wrecked moan that was lost in the curve of her elbow as she came. Her body jerked hard, pussy walls clamping down so tight it felt like she was trying to pull the soul out of my body.

The sensation was too much. The pressure, the heat, the tight clench of her pussy around me. It broke my rhythm and my restraint along with it. I groaned, my head falling into the crook of her shoulder as I spilled into her, my body shuddering through the force of my climax. We both shook, our legs turning to lead. The only thing keeping us upright was the door we were currently shaking off its hinges.

It took seconds for the heat of the moment to drain, leaving us both heavy and hollowed out. I pulled back slowly, my limp cock sliding out as I guided her back toward the bed. We collapsed in a heap, our bodies slick with sweat and traces of each other’s cum.

I winced as my weight shifted, the dull roar in my shoulder returning now that the distraction was gone. Dakota noticed immediately, changing her position as she nestled in close.

“I’m fine.”

“I believe you,” she said as she tucked her head into the hollow of my good shoulder.

A satisfied, fucked-out quiet fell over us.

“Probably not the best time to bring it up,” I rasped, my voice still rough, “but this is kind of unprofessional of you, don’t you think? Sleeping with the subject of your investigation?”

Dakota let out a short, sleepy laugh and slapped my chest playfully. “As far as my notes are concerned, this was just an intensive, hands-on interview. I’m a very thorough journalist.”

I chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of us as I pulled her tighter. Between the lingering haze of the painkillers I’d popped earlier and the absolute workout she’d given me, sleep was starting to pull at me like an inevitable tide. My eyelids grew heavy.

I was just drifting off, the edges of the room blurring, when Dakota suddenly shifted. She lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbow to look at me.

“Trace,” she whispered, her gaze searching mine with a gravity that forced me back to being awake. “Please don’t play the next game.”