Chapter 5: Resolution
The frat house loomed before them, a behemoth of brick and noise, its windows aglow with a pulsating light that seemed to throb in time with the music emanating from within. Sarah hesitated at the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest like a timid rabbit, her eyes wide with apprehension. The air was thick with the scent of beer, sweat, and something else, something wild and intoxicating that made her feel both exhilarated and terrified.
Emily, sensing her roommate's hesitation, turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Sarah.
I'll be with you every step of the way," Emily reassured her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. "Just remember, you're a college girl now. You're supposed to be having fun, exploring, living your life. You don't have to stick to the rules anymore."
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest. She knew Emily was right, but the guilt of lying to Ben and the fear of the unknown were still nagging at her. She took one last look at the frat house, her eyes widening as she took in the chaos inside.
The place was a madhouse, filled with people dancing, laughing, and mingling. Red cups littered every surface, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she took it all in, her nerves threatening to get the better of her.
Emily, sensing her unease, grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. "Come on, Sarah. Let's get you a drink."
They pushed their way through the crowd, Emily leading the way with confidence. Sarah clung to her roommate, feeling like a fish out of water.
Emily, however, seemed to be in her element, her eyes scanning the crowd with a familiar ease. She led Sarah to a makeshift bar set up in the kitchen, where a group of guys were pouring drinks from a large plastic container.
"Two shots of tequila, please," Emily called out, her voice carrying over the din of the party. Sarah hesitated, her eyes widening at the sight of the clear liquid being poured into two small glasses. She had never been much of a drinker, preferring to stick to the occasional glass of wine or beer.
But as she looked around the frat house, seeing everyone else with red cups in hand, she felt a sudden urge to fit in, to be a part of this new world she had entered.
The bartender, a lanky guy with a mischievous grin, slid the shots towards them. "Here you go, ladies."
Emily picked up her shot, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "To new beginnings," she said, clinking her glass against Sarah's.
Sarah hesitated for a moment before picking up her shot, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been much of a drinker, but Emily's confidence was infectious, and she found herself wanting to fit in, to be a part of this new world she had entered.
"To new beginnings," Sarah echoed, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. She threw back the shot, her eyes watering as the liquid burned its way down her throat. She coughed, her face contorting at the harsh taste.
Emily laughed, patting her on the back.
"There you go, Sarah. That's the spirit."
Sarah coughed one last time, her eyes watering as she tried to regain her composure. She looked around the room, suddenly feeling a little braver, a little more confident. The tequila was already starting to take effect, warming her stomach and numbing her nerves.
Emily, noticing the change in her roommate, grinned. "Feeling better?"
Sarah nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I think I am."
Emily grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the fray.
"Come on, let's dance!"
Sarah hesitated, but the tequila had loosened her inhibitions, and she found herself following Emily onto the makeshift dance floor. The music pulsed around them, a throbbing beat that seemed to seep into Sarah's bones, making her body move in ways she hadn't known it could.
Emily danced with abandon, her long blonde hair swirling around her as she moved. Sarah tried to mimic her roommate's confidence, but she felt self-conscious, like all eyes were on her. She stole a glance around the room, only to find that they were.
Boys, and even a few girls, were staring at her, their eyes wide with appreciation. Sarah blushed, suddenly self-conscious in her new dress and heels. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, and it made her feel both exhilarated and vulnerable.
Emily, noticing her roommate's discomfort, leaned in close. "See, Sarah, you're a natural. You've got this." She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. When she opened them again, she felt more confident, more in control.
She let the music guide her, her body moving with a fluidity she hadn't known she possessed. She could feel the eyes on her, but she didn't let it bother her. Instead, she reveled in it, letting it fuel her newfound confidence.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard chest. Sarah gasped, her eyes flying open as she tried to wriggle free. But the arms held her fast, their grip tightening as they moved in time with the music.
Sarah could feel the heat of the body behind her, the steady thrum of a heartbeat against her back. She froze, her mind racing as she tried to decide what to do. She could scream, could try to fight her way free, but something about the situation made her hesitate. Maybe it was the way the arms held her, not in a rough or aggressive way, but with a gentle firmness that was almost...reassuring. Or maybe it was the way the body behind her moved, their rhythm perfectly in sync with hers, as if they had been dancing together for years.
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest, but no longer out of fear. She relaxed into the stranger's embrace, letting the music guide them both.
She could feel the stranger's breath on her neck, warm and steady, as they leaned in closer. "You're new here, aren't you?" Their voice was low, a deep rumble that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
Sarah nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is it that obvious?"
The stranger chuckled, their arms tightening around her waist. "Only to someone who knows what to look for.
You've got that fresh, wide-eyed look about you," the stranger replied, their voice still low and steady. Sarah could feel the vibrations of their chest against her back, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her.
She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden heat pooling in her lower belly. "And what makes you such an expert?" she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
The stranger chuckled again, their arms loosening slightly as they spun her around to face them. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man before her.
He was tall, at least a foot taller than her five-foot-three frame, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that filled out his tight t-shirt perfectly. His skin was a deep, rich brown, and his eyes were a warm, inviting hazel that seemed to sparkle with amusement as he looked down at her. He had a strong jawline, softened only slightly by a dimple in his left cheek, and full lips that curved into a confident smile.
"Marcus," he said, extending a hand towards her.
"And you are?"
Sarah hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, her fingers disappearing into his large palm. "Sarah," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle's smile widened, his dimple deepening. "Well, Sarah, welcome to college. I hope you're enjoying your first party."
Sarah nodded, feeling a little breathless. "It's...it's certainly different from anything I've experienced before."
Marcus laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made Sarah's stomach flutter. "That's the beauty of college, Sarah. Everything is different, everything is new.
And you know what? I like it."
Sarah blushed at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been good with compliments, never known quite how to respond. But Marcus seemed to take her silence in stride, his smile never wavering as he continued to hold her hand.
"You know, I've seen you around campus," he said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "You're always with that girl, Emily, right?"
Sarah nodded, surprised that he had noticed her.
"Yeah, that's my roommate. She's...something else," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
Marcus chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "She's not the only one who's something else, Sarah. You've got a certain...aura about you. Something fresh, something innocent. It's appealing."
Sarah blushed at his words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, this kind of flattery. It made her feel both exhilarated and vulnerable. She looked down, breaking eye contact, and tried to gather her thoughts.
"I'm not sure what you mean," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus chuckled, his fingers still tracing circles on the back of her hand. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Sarah." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate level. "You're like a breath of fresh air in this place. Everyone here is so...jaded, you know? But you, you're different. You're still full of wonder, still eager to explore, to experience. It's attractive."
Sarah felt her cheeks grow even warmer at his words. "I'm sorry Marcus your cute and all, but I have a boyfriend.
I'm not looking for that kind of trouble," Sarah said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Marcus leaned back, his smile never wavering. "Trouble, huh? I like the sound of that."
Sarah rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I'm serious, Marcus. I'm not here to mess around."
Marcus held up his hands in surrender, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, alright. I get it. You're taken. That's cool.
No pressure," Marcus said, his voice still light and teasing. "How about we just get to know each other? No strings attached."
Sarah hesitated, her heart still pounding in her chest. She knew she should walk away, should stick to her guns and keep her distance from this charming, handsome stranger. But there was something about him, something that made her want to stay, to see where this conversation would lead.
"Okay," she found herself saying, her voice barely above a whisper. "But just as friends."
Marcus grinned, his dimple deepening.
"Friends it is, Sarah. So, tell me, what's a nice girl like you doing at a place like this?"
Sarah raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Is that supposed to be a pickup line?"
Marcus laughed, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "No, no. I swear. I'm just curious. You don't seem like the typical college party-goer."
Sarah shrugged, her eyes scanning the crowd. "I guess I'm just here to experience it all. You know, the whole college thing."
Marcus nodded, his thumb still tracing circles on the back of her hand.
"I get that, Sarah. College is all about new experiences, right?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Exactly."
Marcus smiled, his gaze never leaving hers. "So, Sarah, tell me more about yourself. What are you studying?"
Sarah hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm majoring in Psychology. I've always been fascinated by the human mind, how it works, why we do the things we do."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine interest on his face. "Really? That's actually really cool. I've always been more of a numbers guy myself.
Business major, all the way," Marcus replied, his thumb still tracing circles on the back of her hand, a gesture that was becoming increasingly distracting to Sarah.
"Business, huh? That's...impressive," Sarah said, struggling to focus on the conversation. Marcus's touch was sending tiny electric shocks up her arm, making it difficult for her to think straight.
Marcus chuckled, his dimple deepening. "Impressive, huh? I guess that's one way to put it. I like to think of it as practical. Hey you want to take some shots?
Marcus asked, interrupting Sarah's thoughts. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never been much of a drinker, and the thought of taking shots with a stranger made her feel apprehensive.
"I don't know, Marcus. I'm not really much of a drinker," Sarah admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Live a little. College is all about trying new things, right?"
Sarah hesitated, her gaze flicking towards Emily, who was already downing another shot with a group of guys.
She knew her roommate would encourage her to loosen up, to embrace the college lifestyle. Still, the thought of drinking hard liquor made her stomach churn.
Marcus must have sensed her apprehension because he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's just a shot, Sarah. It's not like I'm asking you to jump off a cliff. Besides, I promise to take care of you."
His words, coupled with the sincerity in his eyes, put her at ease. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, one shot.
But that's it," Sarah said, her voice barely audible over the pulsating music. Marcus grinned, his dimple deepening as he led her back to the makeshift bar. The lanky bartender from earlier was still there, a mischievous glint in his eye as he poured two shots of tequila.
"Bottoms up," Marcus said, clinking his glass against hers. Sarah hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on the clear liquid. She had never been a fan of tequila, but she didn't want to seem like a lightweight in front of Marcus.
She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and downed her second shot of the night in one quick gulp. The liquid burned its way down her throat, and she coughed, her eyes watering as she tried to regain her composure.
The frat house seemed to spin around her, the music and laughter blending into a cacophony of sound that made her head swim. She clutched Marcus's arm, steadying herself as she blinked away the tears. "Let's go dance with your friend Emily"
Marcus suggested, his voice barely audible over the pulsating music. Sarah hesitated, then nodded, letting him lead her back onto the dance floor. Emily was still there, her body moving in time with the music, her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips. She opened her eyes as they approached, her gaze flicking between Sarah and Marcus.
"Having fun, Sarah?" Emily asked, her voice loud enough to be heard over the music. Sarah nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the tequila. "Yeah, I am." Emily grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good.
You should be. College is all about having fun and making new friends," Emily said, her eyes flicking to Marcus. "And it looks like you've already made one," she added, a hint of something in her voice that Sarah couldn't quite place.
Sarah blushed, looking down at the floor. "We're just dancing, Em. Nothing more," she said, her voice barely audible over the music.
Emily raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Right. Just dancing. Sure." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You know, Sarah, college is the perfect time to experiment, to try new things. You don't have to stick to the same old, same old just because you have a boyfriend back home."
Sarah stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her roommate. "What are you saying, Emily?"
Emily shrugged, her eyes never leaving Marcus. "I'm just saying that it's okay to have a little fun, to let loose. You're young, you're single, and you're surrounded by attractive people. Why not make the most of it?"
Sarah felt a pang of guilt at her roommate's words. "Stop with that, let's focus on something else" she said, her voice sharper than she intended. Emily just shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Fine, fine. Let's dance then." She grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her back into the fray, Marcus following close behind.
The music pulsed around them, a throbbing beat that seemed to seep into Sarah's bones. She closed her eyes, letting the music guide her, trying to push the thoughts of Ben and Emily's words to the back of her mind. She could feel Marcus's body pressed against hers, his hands on her hips as they moved in time with the music.
She let herself get lost in the rhythm, in the feel of his body against hers. It felt good, too good, and she knew she should stop, should pull away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet.
Not when Marcus's hands felt so good on her hips, his strong arms guiding her body as they swayed to the music. Sarah let herself go, her inhibitions melting away with each passing second. She could feel the heat of Marcus's body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her back. It was intoxicating, more so than any amount of alcohol.
Emily leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You know I heard he has a really huge dick" Sarah's eyes widened in shock, looking at Emily, she couldn't believe she had just said that. Emily just winked at her and continued "Rumors are flying around, he's known to be a beast in bed" Sarah blushed furiously, looking away from Emily. She had never heard anyone talk so openly about sex before, and it made her feel both embarrassed and intrigued.
Marcus seemed unaware of their conversation, his eyes closed as he moved to the music. Sarah watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his body, the way his muscles flexed with each movement.
Emily pulled a group of guys over to the two of them, "Lets get a round of shots together!" she exclaimed. Sarah hesitated, knowing she shouldn't drink more, but she didn't want to be the party pooper. "Okay, I'll have one more." They all raised their shots, clinked glasses, and downed the tequila in unison.
Sarah coughed, her eyes watering, as the liquor burned its way down her throat. She could feel the world around her spinning, the music pulsating, and the laughter echoing as if from a distance. She Emily sucking the face of one of the guys she brought over in the corner of her eye.
Sarah looked away, her cheeks flushing at the sight. She had never been comfortable with public displays of affection, even less so with the kind of intense make-out session Emily seemed to be engaged in.
Sarah turned her attention back to Marcus, who was still dancing with her, his hands on her hips, his body pressed against hers. She could feel the heat of him, the solid muscle of his chest, the way his breath hitched as they moved together. She tried to focus on the music, on the rhythm of their bodies, but it was hard to ignore the way her own body was responding to his touch.
She could feel the heat between her legs, the way her heart was pounding in her chest. She had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of attraction, this kind of desire. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she wasn't sure she liked it.
She tried to pull away, to put some distance between them, but Marcus's hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place.
"Where are you going?" he whispered, his voice low and husky in her ear.
Sarah swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I...I just need to take a break," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the music.
"No way babe. The party is just getting started" Marcus said, his hands still firmly on her hips. Sarah could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of her dress, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on the pounding bass of the music and the press of bodies around them.
"C'mon, Sarah. Live a little," Emily's voice cut through the noise, her face suddenly appearing over Marcus's shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes had a glassy, unfocused look. Sarah wondered how many shots her roommate had downed in the last hour.
Sarah walked around to face her whispering in her ear, "I'm so jealous your going to have that big black cock stretching you out tonight" Sarah's eyes widened in shock, she couldn't believe her roommate was speaking so openly about sex, especially with a stranger. Sarah felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also a strange sense of excitement. She had never considered being with a black man before, but the thought of Marcus's large cock inside her made her feel a warmth between her legs.
"Em, stop it," Sarah hissed, pushing her roommate away. Emily just laughed, stumbling slightly before catching herself on the nearest frat brother's shoulder.
"Oh, come on, Sarah. Don't pretend like you're not curious.
You've seen the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. He wants you, Sarah, and you want him too. At least admit it to yourself."
Sarah bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt, the way her body responded to Marcus's touch. But she also couldn't ignore the guilt gnawing at her, the knowledge that she had a boyfriend back home.
"Here let's take one last shot together" Emily said, pushing another shot glass into Sarah's hand. Sarah hesitated, looking at the clear liquid, then up at Marcus, who was watching her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. She downed the shot, the liquor burning its way down her throat, and she coughed, her eyes watering.
The world around her spun, the music and laughter blending into a cacophony of sound that made her head swim. She stumbled slightly, and Marcus's arms were there, steadying her, pulling her against his chest.
Emily walked up to Marcus and tugged on his arm , "Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you and Sarah come back to our dorm room? We can keep the party going there."
Sarah looked at Emily, her eyes wide with surprise. "Emily, I don't think that's a good idea," she said, her voice slurring slightly.
Emily just grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Don't be such a party pooper. It'll be fun. You can trust Marcus, right, Marcus?"
Marcus looked down at Sarah, his eyes serious.
"Emily's right, Sarah. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to". He winked at Emily while saying that.
She knew she should say no, should insist on going back to their dorm room alone. But there was something about Marcus, something that made her want to take a chance, to live a little, just like Emily had said.
"Okay," she heard herself say, her voice barely above a whisper. "But just to hang out. Nothing more." "Deal," he said, holding out his hand to shake on it. Sarah hesitated for a moment before taking it, feeling a jolt of electricity at his touch.
Marcus's smile widened, his dimple deepening as he held onto her hand for a beat longer than necessary. "Let's go then," he said, releasing her hand and turning towards the door. Emily linked arms with Sarah, pulling her along as they followed Marcus out of the frat house and into the cool night air. The street was lined with similar houses, each one pulsing with music and laughter, the sound of college life spilling out onto the sidewalks. Sarah took a deep breath, the crisp air helping to clear her head slightly.
She looked up at the night sky, the stars hidden behind a veil of clouds, and tried to focus on the task at hand. One foot in front of the other, she told herself, as they made their way down the street towards their dorm.
Marcus walked beside her, his long strides matching hers easily. He was quiet, his face unreadable in the dim light, and Sarah found herself wondering what he was thinking. Did he regret inviting himself back to their dorm? Was he having second thoughts about this whole thing?
But why did he even agree to come back to our dorm? Sarah couldn't help but wonder as they walked in silence, Emily chattering excitedly beside her, oblivious to the tension that seemed to have settled between her and Marcus.
She snuck a glance at him, his profile sharp and angular in the dim light, his jaw set in a firm line. He caught her looking and offered her a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Here we are," Emily announced, coming to a halt in front of their dorm building. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice before finally managing to unlock the door. She stumbled inside, Marcus and Sarah following close behind.
The dorm room was just as they had left it, strewn with clothes and books, the air thick with the scent of Emily's various perfumes and hair products.
As the three entered the room and the door closed behind them, Emily turned to face Marcus and begin to strut over to him, "Come here you hunk" she said, biting her bottom lip seductively. Marcus smirked and pulled her against him, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. Sarah watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as Emily's hands roamed over Marcus's body, his own hands gripping her ass tightly.
Marcus eventually broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and looked over at Sarah, "Come here, Sarah. You're not going to just watch, are you?"
Sarah hesitated, her eyes flicking between Marcus and Emily, who was now unbuttoning Marcus's shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the butterflies in her stomach multiplying as she watched her roommate and Marcus, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
She knew she should look away, should give them some privacy, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of them.
Marcus, as if sensing her gaze, broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Come here, Sarah," he said, his voice low and husky. Emily turned to look at her too, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy. "Yeah, Sarah. Don't be a party pooper. Join us."
Sarah hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.
She knew she should say no, should walk away, but the sight of Marcus and Emily, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, was too much to resist. She wanted this, she realized, she wanted Marcus, and she didn't care about the consequences.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and walked over to them. Marcus's eyes never left hers as she approached, his hands still gripping Emily's ass tightly. Emily turned to watch her, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"That's my girl," she purred, reaching out to grab Sarah's wrist and pull her into their embrace. Sarah could feel the heat radiating off both of their bodies, could see the desire burning in their eyes. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and leaned in to press her lips against Marcus's.
God, he tasted good. Like beer and smoke and something uniquely him. She could feel Emily's hands on her body, pulling her closer, guiding her movements as she explored Marcus's mouth with her tongue.
Sarah moaned, her body responding to the touch of her roommate and the taste of Marcus's lips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache growing with each passing second.
Marcus's hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her against him, his erection pressing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted him, she realized, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Emily's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them as she continued to kiss her.
Sarah moaned into Marcus's mouth, her body arching into Emily's touch. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, begging for more.
Marcus's hands moved to her ass, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her pussy through her dress. She moaned again, wriggling against him, wanting more friction, more pressure.
Emily stepped back, her eyes hungry as she watched Marcus grind against Sarah.
"Fuck, that's hot," she muttered, her hand slipping between her own legs, rubbing herself through her jeans. Sarah could see the outline of Emily's fingers, the way she was pressing against herself, and it made her own need grow even more urgent.
Marcus's hands moved to the hem of Sarah's dress, pulling it up slowly, exposing her thighs, her hips, her stomach. She could feel the cool air against her skin, the heat of his gaze as he looked her over. She squirmed, her pussy aching with need, her breath coming in short gasps.
Emily leaned over Marcus's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Take her to her room and fuck her brains out, when you're done come find me" Marcus's eyes darkened further, a primal hunger taking over his expression. He grabbed Sarah's thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her pussy through his jeans, and she moaned, grinding against him, desperate for friction.
He carried her to her room, his long strides eating up the distance, her heart pounding in her chest. He kicked the door open, not bothering to turn on the lights, and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced slightly, her dress riding up to her waist, exposing her panties.
Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes locked onto her, a hungry look on his face. He reached down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in one fluid motion, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Sarah's mouth went dry at the sight, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him.
"God, you're fucking gorgeous," he growled, his voice low and husky as he began to unbuckle his belt. Sarah's eyes widened as he pulled it off, the leather whipping through the air before he tossed it aside.
His hands went to the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease, and she could see the outline of his cock straining against the denim. She licked her lips, her pussy throbbing with anticipation as he slowly lowered the zipper, revealing more of his boxers, and the thick outline of his shaft.
"Fuck, Marcus," she breathed, her eyes locked onto his crotch. "You're so fucking big."
He smirked, his hands going to his hips as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pushing them down in one smooth motion.
His cock sprang free, long and thick and fucking glorious, standing proudly at attention. Sarah's eyes widened, her mouth falling open as she took in the sight of him.
"Christ, Marcus," she breathed, her pussy clenching with need. "You're...you're huge."
He chuckled, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it slowly as he watched her. "You like that, huh? You like seeing what you do to me?"
She nodded, her eyes locked onto his hand, watching as it moved up and down his length.
He was so big, so thick, and she could only imagine how it would feel inside her. She licked her lips, her pussy throbbing with need. "I'm in control now you slut" Marcus said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He climbed onto the bed, his knees straddling her hips, his cock bobbing inches from her face. She could smell the musk of his arousal, see the pre-cum glistening at the tip of his massive cock. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, the steel-hard rod beneath. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length.
She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his heartbeat against her palm, and it made her want him even more.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "You feel so fucking good."
She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she continued to stroke him. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, the way his breath was coming in short gasps, and it made her feel powerful, in control.
But Marcus wasn't about to let her stay in control for long.
He reached down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, his eyes never leaving hers. "My turn," he growled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Sarah gasped, her body arching as he leaned down, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring, dominating, as his hands kept her wrists captive. She could feel the heat of him, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, and it made her pussy clench with need.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.
She could feel the heat of his breath, the wetness of his tongue as he licked and sucked his way down to her collarbone. His hands released her wrists, moving to the straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his eyes locked onto her tits. "You've got the most perfect fucking tits I've ever seen."
She blushed at his words, her nipples hardening under his intense stare. He leaned down, his mouth closing around one peak, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Sarah gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands tangling in his hair. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands pinching and rolling the abandoned nipple.
"Oh, fuck, Marcus," she moaned, her hips grinding against his, seeking friction, needing release. He chuckled, his mouth moving down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button. "Not yet, baby. I want to taste you first."
He grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her naked except for her panties.
He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of smooth skin.
"Fuck, Sarah," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're fucking gorgeous."
She blushed at his words, her pussy throbbing with need. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze.
"Look at that pretty little cunt," he growled, his fingers brushing against her folds, making her gasp. "So pink, so wet.
Fuck, I can't wait to taste you." Marcus's voice was low and gravelly, sending shivers down Sarah's spine. She could feel the heat of his breath on her pussy, and it made her clench with anticipation.
He leaned in, his tongue snaking out to lick her from her entrance to her clit, making her gasp and buck against him. "Oh, fuck, Marcus!" she cried, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
He chuckled, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. "You taste so fucking good, Sarah.
I could eat you out all day," Marcus growled, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy, fucking her with it. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. "Please, Marcus. I need to come," she pleaded, her voice ragged with desire.
Marcus looked up at her, his chin glistening with her juices, a wicked grin on his face. I want you to come on my cock." He crawled up her body, his hands roaming over her curves, his eyes locked onto hers. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she moaned, her hips bucking, trying to take him inside her.
"Is this what you want, Sarah?" he growled, his voice low and husky.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Sarah? What happened to having a boyfriend?" Marcus asked, teasing her as he slowly rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, coating himself with her juices. Sarah bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in her chest. "Fuck him," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you, Marcus. I want you to fuck me." Marcus's eyes darkened with lust, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding into her tight pussy in one smooth motion.
Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely. "Fuck, Marcus," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "You're so big."
He chuckled, his hips pulling back slowly before thrusting into her again, harder this time. "You can take it, baby. You were made for my cock."
Sarah could only moan in response, her body arching against his, her pussy clenching around him as he began to fuck her in earnest.
"I bet your boyfriend isn't this big" Marcus said, his voice a low growl as he thrust into her, his hips slapping against hers loudly, the sound of their flesh meeting filled the room.
Sarah could only shake her head, her eyes locked onto his, her mouth open in a silent scream as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Sarah," Marcus groaned, his breath coming in short gasps. "Your pussy is fucking perfect."
Sarah could feel her orgasm building, the heat in her belly growing, her legs starting to shake.
"Whose cock do you like better me or your boyfriends? Tell me Sarah" Marcus said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he continued to pound into her, his hips slapping against hers, their bodies coated in a sheen of sweat.
Sarah could only let out a low moan, her eyes rolling back in her head as he hit that sweet spot inside her again. "Answer me, Sarah," he growled, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing gently.
"Yours," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "I like yours better."
Marcus smirked, his hips picking up speed, fucking her harder, deeper. "That's right, baby.
Say it again," Marcus demanded, his cock slamming into her, his fingers tightening around her throat. Sarah could feel the lack of oxygen making her lightheaded, heightening her senses, making every thrust of his cock feel more intense.
"I like your cock better," she gasped, her eyes locked onto his, her pussy clenching around him. "I fucking love it."
Marcus growled, his hips pistoning into her, his balls slapping against her ass. "Fuck, Sarah. You're so goddamn dirty.
I want you to beg for it, Sarah," Marcus groaned, his thumb caressing her bottom lip. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she writhed beneath him, desperate for friction. Fuck me. I need it," she whimpered, her breath hitching as he slowly pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his eyes locked onto hers.
"I could stay like this forever."
Sarah could only moan in response, her body trembling with need. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slowly pulled out, only to slam back into her, his hips meeting hers with a loud slap.
"More," she gasped, her hands clawing at his back, urging him on. "Fuck me harder, Marcus."
He obeyed, his hips picking up speed, his cock slamming into her with force.
Sarah's moans filled the room, her head thrashing from side to side, her fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her body arching against his, her pussy clenching around him.
Marcus growled, his fingers digging into her hips, his pace brutal. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like being fucked hard?"
Sarah could only whimper in response, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She could feel the heat building in her belly, her orgasm approaching.
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over again.
"Fuck, Marcus," she gasped, her eyes locked onto his. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet," he growled, his thumb moving to her clit, circling it, pressing down on it. "Not until I say so."
Sarah moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Please, Marcus," she begged, her voice ragged with desire.
"I can't hold back much longer."
Marcus smirked, his thumb still circling her clit, his cock buried deep inside her. "Beg me, Sarah. Beg me to let you come." Sarah's entire body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. She'd never been so turned on, so desperate for release. She'd never felt so completely dominated, so utterly at the mercy of another person.
"Please, Marcus," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please let me come."
"Not yet," he growled, his thumb still circling her clit, his cock buried deep inside her. "Tell me how much you want it.
Tell me how much you need to come," Marcus demanded, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes locked onto hers. Sarah could feel the heat of his breath on her face, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She could feel the head of his cock pulsing inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
"I need it, Marcus," she gasped, her hips bucking against his, seeking friction, begging for release. "I need to come so fucking bad. Please, please let me come." Sarah's voice was a desperate plea, her body writhing beneath Marcus, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel her need, her desperation, and it made him want to draw out her pleasure even more.
"Not yet, baby," he growled, his thumb still circling her clit, his cock buried deep inside her. "Tell me who you belong to right now."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his. "You, Marcus. I belong to you right now."
"That's right," he said, his voice low and husky.
"You're mine right now. Mine to fuck, mine to come inside."
Sarah whimpered, her body arching against his, her pussy clenching around his cock. Just the thought of him coming inside her, marking her, had her on the edge.
"Please, Marcus," she begged, her voice ragged. "I can't hold back any longer. I need to come." Marcus's eyes flashed with a primal hunger, and he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, dominating, exploring, as his hips began to move again, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his, her pussy clenching around his cock. "You want to come, baby?" he growled, breaking the kiss, his voice low and husky. "You want to come all over my cock?"
Sarah could only nod, her eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Yes, Marcus. I want to come all over your cock."
"Good girl," he growled, his hips picking up speed, his cock slamming into her with force. "You're going to come all over my cock, and then I'm going to fill you up, do you understand?" "I'm going to come, Marcus," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.
"I'm going to come all over your big black cock."
"Fuck yeah, you are," he growled, his hips slamming into her, his cock hitting that magical spot inside her pussy. "Come for me, Sarah. Come all over my cock."
Sarah's body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm washed over her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices coating him, dripping down onto the bed.
Marcus groaned, his cock pulsing inside her, his balls tightening as he felt her come undone.
"Fuck, Sarah, you feel so fucking good," he growled, his hips still moving, drawing out her orgasm, his cock coated in her juices. She could feel his thickness, his length, every ridge and vein as he moved inside her, her pussy still clenching around him, milking him.
"God, I want to fuck you all night," he muttered, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.
Sarah could only moan in response, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock, which was still rock hard inside her.
Marcus chuckled, his hips moving slowly, fucking her gently as she came down from her high. "You like that idea, don't you, baby? You want me to fuck you all night long?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes locked onto his. I want you to fuck me all night."
He smirked, his hips picking up speed, his cock slamming into her with force. "Good girl.
But now it's my turn," Marcus growled, his hips still moving, his cock still buried deep inside her. Sarah could feel him, thick and hard, stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, and it made her feel small, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.
He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices, and Sarah couldn't help but whimper at the loss of him.
But Marcus wasn't done with her yet. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him.
"Ass up, baby," he demanded, his voice low and dominant. Sarah quickly complied, her ass in the air, her pussy on display for him. He ran a hand over her cheek, squeezing it gently before giving it a sharp smack. Sarah gasped, her pussy clenching at the sudden impact.
"Fuck, you've got such a perfect ass," Marcus growled, his hands roaming over her curves, squeezing and kneading her flesh.
Sarah could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger in his touch, and it made her pussy throb with need. She wiggled her ass, teasing him, and he responded with a low chuckle. "You want something, baby?"
Sarah bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to fuck me, Marcus. Hard."
His eyes darkened with lust, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock.
She gasped as he entered her, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely.
He didn't give her time to adjust, instead beginning to fuck her in earnest, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock slamming into her with force.
"Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, Marcus! Fuck me hard!"
He growled, his hands tightening on her hips, his pace increasing. You like being fucked hard by a big black cock?"
Sarah could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with sensation.
She could feel Marcus's thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hips slapping against her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. He was fucking her hard, just like she'd asked, and it felt amazing.
"Fuck, Marcus," she gasped, her head hanging down, her hair curtaining her face. "You're so big. You're splitting me in half."
He chuckled, his hand reaching around to find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
"You like that, don't you, slut?
Sarah could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Fuck, yes. I love it."
He growled, his hips slamming into her, his fingers still working her clit. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you come again."
Sarah's body tensed, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Fuck, Marcus. I'm gonna come again."
"Good girl," he growled, his fingers still working her clit, his cock slamming into her with abandon. "Come all over my cock, baby. Show me how much you love getting fucked by a big black cock."
His words sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She screamed, her pussy clamping down onto his cock, her juices coating him, dripping down her thighs.
Marcus groaned, his cock pulsing inside her, his balls tightening.
You feel so fucking good. I can't hold back much longer." Sarah moaned, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Come inside me, Marcus. I want to feel you come inside me." Marcus growled, his hips slamming into her, his cock burying itself deep inside her pussy. "You want me to fill you up, baby? You want me to breed you?" Sarah could only nod, her eyes locked onto his, her body still writhing beneath him.
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to fuck her harder, deeper. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, the wet, slapping noise echoing off the walls.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Sarah," Marcus groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "Your pussy is strangling my cock." She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slammed into her, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely.
Marcus's balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"Fuck, Sarah," he grunted, his voice strained. "Your pussy is so fucking tight.
I can't hold back much longer," Marcus grunted, his hips piston-fucking into her, his cock slamming home with relentless force. Sarah could only moan in response, her body pinned beneath his, her tits bouncing with each powerful thrust. She could feel the familiar heat building in her belly, her muscles tightening as another orgasm approached.
"Come inside me, Marcus," she begged, her voice ragged. "I want to feel you fill me up."
Marcus growled, his fingers digging into her hips, his pace turning feral. "You want my cum, baby?
You want me to fill up that tight little pussy of yours?" Marcus panted, his hips never slowing, his cock driving into her with animalistic force. Sarah cried out, her body quivering on the edge of another orgasm. "I want your cum, Marcus.
Marcus's primal growl echoed through the room as he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he released his hot seed deep inside her. Sarah's own orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him for every last drop.
She collapsed onto the bed, spent and boneless, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Marcus fell on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding against her back. He rolled them onto their sides, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.
"That was fun Sarah, lets do this again some other time you cheating slut," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Sarah shivered, her pussy clenching at the sound of his voice, the feel of his breath on her skin. She knew she should feel guilty, ashamed even, but all she could think about was how much she wanted him again.
He exited her room and headed down the hall towards Emily's room without looking back. Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted him to stay, to hold her, to fuck her again. But she also knew that she had a boyfriend, and she shouldn't be thinking these things.
She heard Emily's door open and close, followed by a low, throaty laugh that she recognized as Marcus's. She wondered what they were doing in there, if he was giving Emily the same attention he had given her. The thought made her bristle with jealousy, but also made her pussy throb with desire.
She knew she should feel ashamed, that she should be thinking about her boyfriend, but all she could think about was Marcus's thick cock stretching her, filling her, making her come harder than she ever had before. She wanted more. She needed more. But as she tried to force herself up, she collapsed back onto her bed exhausted and dozed off.
She dreamt of Marcus, his strong hands gripping her hips, his thick cock sliding in and out of her. She woke up with a start, her heart pounding, her pussy throbbing. She looked around her room, disoriented, before remembering where she was and what had happened the night before.
She could still feel the phantom sensation of Marcus's cock inside her, stretching her, filling her. She blushed, her hand instinctively reaching down to touch herself, to try and recreate the feeling.
But she stopped herself, her fingers hovering just above her pussy. She shouldn't be doing this. She had a boyfriend, and she had cheated on him. She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of Marcus's voice, his hands, his cock.
Her phone buzzed on her nightstand , jolting her out of her thoughts. She picked it up and saw a text from Ben. "Hey babe call me when you get a chance I got a surprise for you!" the text from Ben read. A wave of guilt washed over her . She had completely forgotten about him, lost in the haze of her encounter with Marcus. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead, and dialed his number.
"Hey, babe," Ben answered cheerfuly, oblivious to the turmoil within her. "How's college life treating you?" Ben inquired, his voice eager and excited, clearly expecting an enthusiastic response.
Sarah hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. "It's... different," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ben seemed to sense her unease, his tone softening. "Sarah, is everything okay? You sound... distant."
She forced a laugh, trying to brush off her strange behavior. "Oh, no, I'm fine.
Just a little tired from the first week of classes," Sarah lied, forcing some enthusiasm into her voice. "So, what's this surprise you've got for me?"
Ben chuckled, and Sarah could picture his face lighting up with excitement. "Well, I was thinking... why don't I come visit you this weekend? You can show me around the campus, we can catch up, and... well, I miss you."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of guilt and longing surging through her. She missed him too, more than she cared to admit, but the memory of Marcus's touch was still fresh in her mind, making her feel torn and conflicted.
"That sounds great, Ben," she managed to say, her voice steadier now. "I'd love to see you."
They chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on each other's lives, before hanging up. Sarah sat on her bed, her thoughts racing."This is perfect with Ben coming I won't have to endure anymore temptation" she thought to herself."I'll be able to focus on my relationship and leave college hookups behind." She felt a pang of guilt for what she had done with Marcus, but she pushed it aside, determined to move forward.
Emily burst into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled. "Girl, you won't believe what just happened!" she exclaimed, flopping down onto the bed beside Sarah.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her discomfort. "What happened?"
Emily grinned wickedly. "Marcus just left. We had the most amazing sex.
I mean, like, mind-blowing, earth-shattering, I-can't-feel-my-legs sex." Emily fanned herself dramatically, a dreamy smile on her face. "I bet he was just as good for you, I could hear your moans through the wall" she said with a wink, causing Sarah to blush furiously.
"Emily, please," Sarah mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "We shouldn't talk about this. I have a boyfriend, remember? Last night was nothing but a mistake"
Sarah said, looking away from Emily, unable to meet her gaze.
Emily rolled her eyes, sitting up and crossing her legs. "Oh, come on, Sarah. Don't tell me you're going to play the 'good girl' card now. You're in college, it's time to live a little. Besides, I saw the way you were looking at Marcus last night. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you."
"I was drunk nothing more nothing less," Sarah retorted
"Well you know what they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts or something like that" Emily said with a wink
Sarah rolled her eyes, but Emily's words stuck with her. She couldn't deny that there was a part of her that had wanted Marcus, that had reveled in the attention he gave her, the way he made her feel. But she also couldn't ignore the fact that she had a boyfriend, and that what she had done was wrong.
"Look, I just want to put last night behind me, okay?" Sarah said, her voice firm. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
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