Chapter 3: Rising Action
Justin pushed me facedown to the bed, my dress already on the floor by the door. My head was spinning from the tequila shots as I heard the clank of his belt buckle and the low sound of him lowering his zipper. I felt a firm hand on my lower back, and another sliding my underwear to the side as I felt a firm, wet pressure rubbing up and down my throbbing entrance.
I gasped, arching my back, and he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're so fucking wet, Zara," he murmured, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"Shut up and fuck me," I growled, pushing back against him, and he obliged, sliding into me with one smooth thrust. I moaned, burying my face in the pillow as he began to move, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel every inch of him, every thrust, every movement, and it was intoxicating.
I reached back, grabbing his thigh, and he leaned forward, his breath hot on my ear.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he whispered, and I could only nod, my words lost in the haze of pleasure. He began to move faster, his hips slapping against mine, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Harder," I gasped, and he obliged, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the small room. I could feel the sweat beading on my back, and I knew he was close too, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I reached down, my fingers finding that sensitive spot, and I began to rub in time with his thrusts. He groaned, his fingers digging into my skin, and I could feel him swelling inside me.
"Fuck, Zara," he panted, and I could feel the first hot spurt of his release. I moaned, my own orgasm crashing over me, my body convulsing as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and slick with sweat, and I could feel his heart pounding against my back.
We lay there for a moment, our breaths slowly returning to normal, before he rolled off me and onto his back.
I turned my head to look at him, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips. I couldn't help but smile back, my body still humming with satisfaction.
"Well, that was... something," he said, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at me.
"Something good, I hope," I replied, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Very good. You're... intense, Zara."
I laughed, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I'll take that as a compliment."
He sat up as well, running a hand through his hair. "It was meant as one.
I've never... you know, like that, with anyone else," he admitted, a slight blush creeping up his neck.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? You seemed like you knew what you were doing."
He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've had my fair share of hookups, but it's always been... different. With you, it was... more."
I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, but I pushed it aside. I wasn't looking for anything serious, and I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I stood up, grabbing my robe from the back of the door and slipping it on.
"Well, thanks for the...
experience," I said, tying the robe around my waist. "But I should probably get some sleep. Early class tomorrow."
Justin nodded, standing up and pulling on his jeans. "Yeah, me too. Thanks for... everything."
I smiled, walking over to the door and opening it for him. "No problem. See you around, Justin."
He leaned in, kissing me softly on the cheek before stepping out into the hallway. I closed the door behind him, leaning against it and taking a deep breath. My body was still humming with satisfaction, but my mind was already racing with thoughts of the next day. I pushed off from the door, making my way to my bed and climbing in.
I let out a sigh, my body still tingling from the encounter with Justin. I couldn't deny that it had been intense, but I also couldn't afford to get caught up in anything serious. I had a plan, a goal, and I wasn't going to let anything, or anyone, get in the way of that.
I quickly redressed and checked my phone. Only 11pm, plenty of time to get another notch on the scoreboard tonight. Time to head back to the bar.
I slipped on my dress, checked my reflection in the mirror, and gave myself a satisfied nod. I was ready for round two.
The bar was still packed, the music still thumping, and the crowd still buzzing. I made my way to the bar, ordering a vodka cranberry, and leaned against it, surveying the room. My eyes landed on a group of guys playing pool in the corner. They were laughing, drinking, and seemed to be having a good time. One of them caught my eye, a tall, muscular guy with dark hair and a charming smile. He winked at me, and I smirked, taking a sip of my drink.
I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way through the crowd, my hips swaying gently. I reached the pool table, and he leaned against it, his eyes never leaving mine.
"So, you're new here, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
I raised an eyebrow. "Is it that obvious?"
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Not really. Just a feeling. I'm Jake, by the way."
"Zara," I replied, extending my hand. He took it, his grip firm and warm.
"Nice to meet you, Zara," he said, his eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting my gaze again.
"You play pool?"
I smirked, picking up a cue from the rack on the wall. "I can hold my own."
He grinned, grabbing his own cue and chalking it. "Alright then, a game. Loser buys the next round?"
I nodded, racking the balls and breaking. They scattered across the table, a few dropping into pockets. I looked up at Jake, a confident smile on my face. "Deal."
We played, the game close and competitive. Jake was a good player, but I was better. I could feel his eyes on me as I leaned over the table, lining up my shots, giving him a not so subtle view of my cleavage.
He didn't seem to mind, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. I smirked, sinking a striped ball into the corner pocket.
"Nice shot," he commented, his voice low and appreciative.
I stood up straight, turning to face him. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself." "I've had a lot of practice." "Oh yeah? With who?"
He shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. "Just a few lucky ladies."
I laughed, picking up my drink and taking a sip.
. "Well, I'm sure they were all very... grateful." "And what about you, Zara? Any lucky guys in your past?" "A few," I admitted, leaning against the table and crossing my arms. "But none that I'd call 'lucky'." "Oh really? And why's that?" "Because I don't do luck, Jake. I do skill." "Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Well, I'd love to see this 'skill' in action." "Oh, would you now?" I leaned in closer, my voice low. I grabbed the collar of the shirt and drew him into a kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth.
He responded eagerly, his hands finding my hips and pulling me closer. I could feel his body pressing against mine, his arousal evident. I broke the kiss, my breath ragged.
"Come on," I said, taking his hand and leading him towards the door. He followed without a word, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the anticipation building between us, the electricity crackling in the air.
We made it back to my dorm room, the walk filled with stolen kisses and whispered promises. I pushed him against the closed door, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He helped me, his hands shaking slightly as he exposed his chest.
I ran my hands over the hard planes, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. He groaned, his hands finding the hem of my dress and pulling it up. I lifted my arms, allowing him to remove it completely. I stood before him in my black lace bra and thong, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Fuck, Zara," he murmured, his hands reaching for my breasts. I pushed them away, a wicked smile on my lips.
"Not yet," I said, dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, my hands going to his belt. I unbuckled it slowly, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the anticipation in his gaze, the hunger.
I unzipped his jeans, my fingers brushing against his growing erection. He let out a low groan as I pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing him. He was hard and ready, his cock standing tall and proud. I looked up at him, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
"Zara," he growled, his hands fisting in my hair.
I smiled, taking him into my mouth. He was salty and warm, and I could feel him throbbing against my tongue. I began to move, my head bobbing up and down as I took him deeper. He let out a series of low moans, his hips moving in time with my mouth.
I could feel his hands trembling in my hair, his grip tightening as I took him deeper. I reached up, my hands finding his thighs, my nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck, Zara," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so fucking good."
I looked up at him, my eyes watering slightly as I took him as deep as I could. He was close, I could feel it in the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone.
"Come for me, Jake," I murmured, my voice vibrating against his skin.
He let out a low growl, his fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust into my mouth one last time. I could feel him pulsing, his release hot and salty as it filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my eyes never leaving his.
He was panting, his body trembling as he pulled me to my feet. He kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting himself on my lips. I could feel his hands shaking as he unhooked my bra, his palms finding my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples.
I moaned, my head falling back as he kissed my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.
He pushed me back onto the bed, his body covering mine as he continued to explore my body with his mouth. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around him. He groaned, his hips moving in time with my strokes.
"Zara," he panted, his voice ragged. "I need to be inside you."
I smiled, guiding him to my entrance. "Then what are you waiting for?"
He pushed into me slowly, filling me completely. I was already wet with arousal and Justins cum, and his throbbing erection had no problem sliding in all the way to the hilt. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. He was gentle at first, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he kissed me deeply.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, encouraging him to go faster.
He obliged, his pace quickening as he began to pound into me. I could feel the bed creaking beneath us, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the small room. I could feel the pressure building inside me, coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Harder," I gasped, and he complied, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me with all his might. I could feel the sweat beading on my back, my body slick with it as he moved faster and faster.
"Fuck, Zara," he panted, his voice ragged.
I could only moan in response, my body tensing as the pressure inside me reached its peak. I was close, so close, and I could feel him right there with me.
"Come with me, Jake," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.
He let out a low growl, his hips slamming into mine one last time as we both came undone.
I could feel him pulsing inside me, his release hot and intense as it filled me completely. I moaned, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with pleasure.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths ragged. He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, matching the rhythm of my own.
"That was... fuck," he panted, his voice hoarse.
I laughed softly, tracing patterns on his arm with my finger. "Yeah, it was."
We lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments before he spoke again.