LILY
Brandon's expression was a twisted mask of torment and pleasure. For me however, sitting down on him was like scratching the worst possible itch… in the best possible way.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH…."
I settled into his lap, reveling in the feel of his manhood driving its way inside me. We were skin to skin. Thigh against thigh. His hands went beneath me, cupping my ass, guiding me through the motions as I began bouncing up and down on his cock.
"Oh fuck you feel good…" he said as a if he saw heaven.
I couldn't stop looking at him. His young, beautiful face. His football-player's shoulders and arms, packed with muscle, his body sculpted to perfection like the well-trained machine I knew it was.
And his legs… so big and powerful. They flexed as he drove himself into me, striving to bury every last inch of himself inside my body. His hands roamed my thighs, my hips, my breasts. As he rolled my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him so hard our teeth clicked.
You're fucking him…
The idea registered only distantly in my sex-soaked mind. I was consumed by lust. Hellbent on coming all over Brandon's smooth, beautiful dick.
You're fucking him and you just fucked Colin…
The sounds emanating from our union were a stark reminder of that. I wasn't just wet, I was soaked. Already filled in, not that long ago, by another lover's seed.
Brandon seemed to know it, too. He kept looking down, to where his cock was covered in frothy white cream — some mine, some belonging to his fraternity brother. The guy who'd fucked me just before he did… three times.
The knowledge only seemed to spur him on.
"You're… You're on the…"
"The pill?" I smiled, sliding my hands over his chest. "Yes, honey so my pussyis exclusively yours."
It was stupid, still taking birth control almost a year after I stopped having sex with my ex. Stopped having sex altogether, really. I kept taking it on the off chance I'd meet someone, even though I wasn't really looking.
Much less meet three people…
But now it was finally paying off.
I could see the struggle in his eyes. My blowjob had nearly done in him, and now he was fighting not to finish inside me.
"Go ahead," I told him. "It's okay… let it go."
He looked up at me gratefully. The relief in his expression was so cute I let out a giggle.
"Let it go, Brandon," I said, rolling my hips. "I'll come with you…"
His jaw clenched, and his whole body rose beneath mine. Brandon's ass left the couch as he exploded inside me, filling my womb with his hot, sticky seed.
"Ohhhhhhhh…"
I came rather silently, beautifully, the way I usually did with hot, sleepy sex. Sweet endorphins flooded my brain. I felt my inner muscles firing through a series of rapid contractions, milking him for everything he had.
Brandon's own orgasm seemed to go on forever. His hands were locked on my thighs, keeping me tight against him as he rode out every pulse, every twitch, every throb. I could only imagine how much come he was putting inside me. Just thinking about it was insanely hot.
"God I love you," he smiled dreamily when it was done.
I grinned back at him, still connected. Sliding both arms over his shoulders, I began playing with the back of his hair.
"Fuck," he said sheepishly. "I can't believe I just said that."
"Why?"
"I don't know…"
"Hey," I admonished, turning his cheek so that he looked at me. "It's okay," I smiled. "I love you too." Then, after a pause, "All of you."
He closed his eyes and leaned back, stretching his massive pectorals before me. I didn't want to get off of him. If it were up to me I'd stay in his lap all day, kissing him everywhere, feeling the heat of our bodies against each other. But…
"Guess where I'm going now?" I asked.
"Disneyland?"
"The shower."
"Ah, my second guess."
I kissed him on the nose. "Wanna join me?"
Brandon smiled his best smile. "I can't see what would possibly keep me away."
A half hour later we were still beneath the superheated water, our bodies cleansed, rinsed, and mutually scrubbed but he did take me to the bathroom connected with each other. No sex this time, just touching and flirting and really hot kissing and his boobs sucking really turns me on everytime becausehe sucks them as if a child is having his favorite candy for meal.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd showered with anyone. It was probably Garrett, although nothing memorable came to mind. It felt amazing just to be this close to someone again. To laugh like this. To feel good about myself, the person I was, the things I had to offer.
All three of them had made me feel this way. Welcome. Wanted. Loved and adored. We were a team, fixing up the house together, but in many ways fixing each other.
"Guess where I'm going now?" asked Brandon.
"To get towels?"
"Yes…" he allowed. "But after that I'm gonna sprawl out face-down on my bed so you can rub my back." He massaged his neck with both hands, wincing. The flexing of his massive arms made my heart skip a beat.
"And what do I get out of the deal?" I teased.
He laughed. "A raincheck?"
Brandon's bed was little more than a mattress and box spring on the floor. Typical college stuff. It wasn't made but we climbed into it anyway, neither of us willing to call it a night.
"How's your scholarship?" I asked.
"Good and secure. My grades are up in three out of four classes, so the coach is happy."
Rubbing him was tough, and my hands looked incredibly small against his massive shoulders. Still, I did what I could.
"Backrubs… tutoring… a really hot blowjob…" I laughed out loud. "You know you owe me, right?"
"Mmmmm…"
I must've hit a sore spot. Brandon groaned loudly into his pillow.
"I'll pay you back," he teased. "Don't worry."
The massage went on for a while, and we talked about the small things. The places we grew up, our childhoods, our parents… how we got to be the places we were. In time, Brandon stopped asking questions and his replies became fewer and further between. It wasn't until he started snoring that I realized he'd fallen dead asleep.
"Ouch!" I said, pulling my aching hands away from his lower back. My hands were all cramped up. My fingers almost—
SLAM!
The sound of the front door startled me. I leapt up and re-entered the hallway just as Hunter and Colin bounded up the stairs.
"Hi!" I said cheerfully. "How'd it go?"
Hunter said nothing. His face was dark. His fists were clenched. I looked over his shoulder at Colin. Silently and gravely, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry guys," I offered sincerely. "I can't believe they won't at least—"
"Two hours," Hunter growled. "More than two hours they made us wait outside the room, and the Dean listened to us for about forty-five fucking seconds."
I reached out for him. It was a mistake.
"NOT NOW."
He pushed me aside. It was more of a shove. Pain flared through my already-sore hand, flattening me up against the wall as Hunter swept past me and unlocked the door to his room.
"I—"
The door swung open and just as quickly slammed shut. I was left standing alone in the hallway with Colin.
"Sorry about that," he apologized. "He's… well, he's pissed."
I rubbed at my wrist. "I take it it didn't go well?"
"No," he confided. "It went miserably. They're not reinstating the chapter, and won't even consider it." He looked down at the floor and sighed. "Omega Alpha is finished."
I went to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry honey."
"It's alright," he shrugged. "I knew it would be like this. Brandon too. Hunter was the only one who'd actually kept his hopes up, though I don't know why."
He looked me up and down, and I was suddenly aware of my outfit. I was wearing one of Brandon's T-shirts with his football number on it, and nothing else. It was so big it hung down to my knees.
"At least some of us had a good night," Colin winked.
I stood on my toes and kissed him. "Some of us had a good afternoon too," I said. "If I remember correctly."
"Best afternoon of my life," he grinned. "A day I'll always remember."
I flushed red with pride. "Day's not over yet," I said slyly.
He pulled me close, and I rested my head against his chest. Hunter had been a bit of an asshole, but in light of what happened I could forgive him. Besides, right now it felt safe and wonderful in Colin's arms.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.
I held out the bottoms of my T-shirt like a dress and courtesied. "Practice?"
He lifted me easily in his big strong arms, and carried me into his room giving a cheek kiss he said,"Something like that." Then we began to explore each other without ay barriers.