Chapter 16: The Betrayal and the Virgin
The buzz of the dorm’s antiquated intercom grated in Aidan’s ear.He pressed the button for ‘M.Jones’, the plastic gritty under his thumb. A moment later, the door released with a metallic clunk. The stairwell smelled of mildew and cheap disinfectant.He found her room at the end of a dim corridor. Before he could knock, the door opened.Megan stood there, leaning against the frame. She wore only a tight black tank top and panties, her dark skin glowing in the warm light from within. Her expression was a simmering mix of amusement and command. “You’re late,” she said, though she hadn’t given a time.“Traffic,” he muttered, stepping past her.
The room was a capsule of student chaos.Textbooks formed precarious towers on the floor. A single desk lamp, its shade tilted, threw a stark circle of light over a mattress stripped of its proper frame, lying directly on the floor and buried under a heap of clothing. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine incense, struggling to mask the underlying odors of old curry and damp towels.
And there was another girl.She sat on the edge of the mattress, perched like a bird ready to take flight. She was beautiful in a way that made the breath catch—skin the deep, rich brown of espresso, eyes so wide and dark they seemed to swallow the light. Her hair was braided into a complex crown.She clutched a pillow to her chest, her knuckles white.
“Aidan, this is Sasha,” Megan said, closing the door.The lock clicked, a definitive sound. “My roommate. And my best friend.”
Sasha offered a tentative smile that didn’t reach her eyes.She was trembling, just slightly.
Megan walked over to the mini-fridge, its door held open by a crumpled exam paper. She pulled out two bottles of water, tossed one to Aidan.“She’s never been with a man. Not even close.” Megan took a long swig from her bottle, her eyes never leaving his.“I told her all about you. About what you can do. About how Cat lets you play.”
Aidan felt a familiar twist in his gut—desire, yes, but also a surge of something colder, more complicated. He thought of Catriona, of her promise in the steamy bathroom.Soon. This felt like a detour, a test he hadn’t studied for.
“Megan said you’d be… kind,” Sasha whispered, her voice melodic and soft.
“I’m not here to be kind,” Aidan said, the words coming out rougher than he intended. He was parroting a rhythm Catriona had established, falling into a role. “I’m here to worship.”
Megan’s smile was sharp.“Exactly.Reparations, remember? You’re going to spend tonight on your knees.Using that clever tongue of yours. On our pussies.On our asses. Everywhere.” She set her bottle down with a soft thud on the cluttered desk. “And then you’re going to use that big, beautiful cock of yours.You’re going to fill every hole we give you.A dozen creampies before breakfast. That’s the deal.”
Sasha flinched at the crudeness, but her gaze dipped to Aidan’s jeans, a flicker of terrified curiosity in her eyes.
“Sasha, show him,” Megan commanded softly.For a long moment, Sasha didn’t move. Then, with a grace that belied her nerves, she stood.She placed the pillow aside. Her fingers went to the hem of her simple cotton dress, and she pulled it over her head in one fluid motion.She was stunning. Her body was a symphony of gentle curves—full, heavy breasts with nipples already peaked tight, a waist that dipped in before flowing out to hips that promised abundance. Her skin was flawless.
“On your knees, professor,” Megan said, her voice dropping to a husky register.Aidan obeyed.The rough carpet bit into his skin. He was level with Sasha’s waist. He could smell her—soap, a hint of nervous sweat, and something uniquely, inherently female.He looked up at her face. She was watching him, her breath quick.“Start,” Megan said, settling onto a chair nearby, spreading her legs. She slid a hand into her panties, her own eyes fixed on the scene. “Show her what a man’s tongue feels like.”
Aidan leaned forward. He placed his hands on Sasha’s thighs, feeling her muscles jump under his touch. He nuzzled into the trimmed, soft hair at the juncture of her legs, then exhaled, his warm breath making her gasp. He didn’t rush. He traced the outer lips with his nose, then his tongue, a slow, broad stroke from bottom to top.She tasted clean, slightly salty, profoundly intimate. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
He found her clit, a hard little bead, and circled it with the very tip of his tongue. Sasha’s hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, not pushing him away but holding on. “Oh… oh, god,” she breathed, her hips giving an involuntary twitch.
He worked her slowly, building the rhythm, drinking in her increasing wetness.Her thighs began to shake. He slid a finger down, testing her entrance. She was so tight, the ring of muscle clamping down instinctively, but she was also slick, yielding.He pressed just the pad of his finger against it, not entering.
“Enough,” Megan said, her own breathing uneven.“My turn. Come here.”
Aidan pulled back from Sasha, his chin glistening. Sasha sank back onto the bed, legs splayed, watching with dazed wonder as he crawled to Megan.
Megan hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and peeled them down.“Eat me like you mean it. Like you’re starving.”
Her cunt was different—bolder, muskier, already swollen and wet. He buried his face in her, his tongue plunging deep. She cursed, a sharp, gratifying sound, and ground herself against his mouth. “Yes, fucking yes, just like that,” she snarled, her hands gripping the sides of the chair.
He licked and sucked until her thighs were trembling, then pulled back, looking up. “Now what?”
“Now you fuck,” Megan panted.“Her first.Her virgin pussy belongs to you. Be gentle until you’re not.”
Aidan stood, his own erection straining painfully against his jeans. He undressed quickly while Megan guided Sasha onto her back on the mattress. Megan positioned her, arranging pillows under her hips. “Look at me, Sash,” Megan whispered, kneeling beside her head, taking her hand.“It’s just feeling. Let it feel good.”
Aidan knelt between Sasha’s legs.Her eyes were huge, fixed on his cock.He saw the flash of fear. He used his fingers first, slick from her own arousal and Megan’s, circling her entrance, pressing slowly inside one, then two.She arched, a small cry caught in her throat.
“Now,” Megan urged.Aidan aligned himself. The broad head of his cock pressed against her tight virgin opening.He met Sasha’s eyes. “Breathe out,” he said, his voice low.She exhaled shakily, and he pushed forward.
The resistance was profound, a fierce, hot clasp.Sasha gasped, her nails digging into Megan’s arm. Aidan pushed steadily, inexorably, feeling the delicate barrier give way with a soft, inward tear. She was so tight it was almost unbearable, a velvet vise. He sank into her slowly, fully, until his hips met hers. A single tear traced a path from the corner of her eye into her hairline, but she wasn’t crying in pain. Her expression was one of shocked, overwhelming fullness.“Move,” Megan breathed, her own free hand stroking Sasha’s hair.
Aidan began to thrust, shallow at first.Sasha’s gasps turned into moans. Her body learned the rhythm quickly, hips lifting to meet his. The tightness was unreal, a gripping, pulsating heat that threatened to end him before he’d properly begun. He drove deeper, faster, losing himself in the primal act of claiming. Sasha’s moans became screams, short, sharp, and utterly abandoned. Her back arched off the mattress, her body convulsing around him in a sudden, violent orgasm that milked his cock brutally.
He pulled out, his own climax hovering dangerously close.“Turn over,” he rasped.
Megan helped a boneless Sasha onto her hands and knees. Her round ass was offered to him, the dark rose of her other hole clenched tight.Aidan spat into his palm, slicked himself, and pressed against her there. Sasha cried out, a sound of pure, stretched intensity, as he breached her ass with one relentless thrust.This was tighter, hotter, forbidden. He fucked her there with a punishing, steady pace, watching himself disappear into her, his own groans joining hers. When he came, it was with a roar, flooding her depths with pulse after hot, wet pulse.
He collapsed beside her, spent.But Megan was already pulling him up. “I didn’t say you were done,” she said, her voice dangerous.“My pussy needs it now. And I want it hard.”
She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his still-hard cock with a deep, satisfied sigh. She rode him with a fierce, controlling rhythm, her big breasts swaying, her eyes locked on his.“You’re going to come in me,” she ordered. “And then you’re going to get hard again.And you’re going to do it again. And again.”
The night dissolved into a sweat-slicked, wordless marathon. He took Megan from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, her cries echoing off the cinderblock walls. He fucked Sasha again, her virgin shyness utterly gone, replaced by a hungry, wanton energy, she begged for his cum inside her.He lost count. The numbers became meaningless. The world narrowed to the slap of skin, the guttural sounds of pleasure, the clenching of internal muscles around his shaft, the hot, liquid release.
Dawn was a grey smear at the single window when he finally collapsed for the last time, his body drained, his cock finally, utterly spent. He lay between them on the ravaged mattress, their limbs entangled, their bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and drying semen.
Sasha slept, a profound, peaceful exhaustion on her face. Megan traced a finger through the mess on her own stomach, then licked it clean, her eyes watching Aidan’s face in the dim light.
“Catriona doesn’t own you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from use. “Remember that.”
Aidan closed his eyes. The image of Catriona’s face, fierce and promising, flashed behind his lids.He felt, for the first time, a fracture in the world he’d known. He had given a dozen creampies, maybe more.He had worshipped. He had been used gloriously.
And as sleep dragged him under, he knew the reckoning with Catriona would be a storm.