Hannah led Jake through the narrow hallways of the college dorm, her hand brushing lightly against the side of his arm as they walked. The distant thumping of music pulsed through the walls, but in the quiet corridor leading to her room, it felt like they had left the chaos of the party behind.
"So... where are you from, anyway?" she asked, glancing sideways at Jake as they walked.
Jake's gaze was distant for a moment, his expression hardening as memories of his old life—of Peter Johnson—flashed through his mind." A small town in Pennsylvania, Nothing exciting." He said quietly, his voice tense, as if just saying the name of his hometown brought back a flood of unwanted memories.
Hannah tilted her head, sensing the tension in his voice. "What about your parents? Are they still back there?"
Jake's jaw tightened. For a moment, he debated how much to reveal. His mother's face flashed in his mind, the woman who had been the only light in his life before everything went wrong. And then there was his father... a man he'd rather forget.
"My mom's dead," Jake said flatly, his voice cold and emotionless. "She died years ago. And my dad... well, he's a piece of shit. Never really been there for me. It's better if I don't think about him."
Hannah glanced at him, her heart twisting at the rawness in his voice. She wanted to reach out, to offer some kind of comfort, but she could see that this was a subject Jake preferred to keep closed off. "I'm... I'm sorry about your mom," she said softly, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm as they walked. "And your dad, too. That must have been tough."
Jake shrugged, his expression unreadable. "It was. But that's life, right? You get dealt a bad hand and you just....deal with it."
Hannah nodded, sensing that Jake didn't want to dwell on it. They reached her room, and she unlocked the door, pushing it open and gesturing for Jake to follow her inside.
As Jake stepped into the small, cozy room, he glanced around, taking in the warm glow of string lights and the soft, floral scent that filled the air. It felt... safe. Comfortable.
Hannah moved to her dresser, pulling out a small first aid kit. She turned back to Jake, motioning for him to sit on the edge of her bed. "Sit down. Let me take care of your nose."
Jake obeyed, sitting down on the edge of the bed while Hannah pulled out some antiseptic wipes. She stepped closer, dabbing the wipe gently against the small cut on his nose where Trevor had punched him. The room was quiet now, the sounds of the party distant and muffled.
"I'm not used to this kind of thing," Jake said after a moment, breaking the silence. "Talking about... my past. People don't usually ask."
"Well, I'm not most people," Hannah replied with a small smile, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin as she worked. "And besides, everyone's got a story. Even if it's not a happy one."
Jake studied her as she dabbed the last of the antiseptic on his nose, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her face, the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked. She was different from the other people he'd met here. She wasn't trying to impress him, or flirt with him just because of his looks. She seemed to actually care.
"So... what about you?" Jake asked, his voice softer now, more curious. "You've heard my story. What's yours?"
Hannah paused for a moment, biting her lip as she considered how to answer. "Well... I guess my life isn't all that exciting either," she said with a small shrug. "I grew up in a pretty normal family here in Carli. Two parents, younger brother.Just....normal."
"Sounds better than what I had," Jake muttered, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice.
Hannah glanced at him, her expression softening. "Well my parents...., they're not exactly the most loving people. They fought a lot. Still do, even though they're technically still together. It's why I couldn't wait to get out of the house and come here."
Jake nodded, understanding more than he let on. "I get that. Sometimes getting away is the only option."
Hannah nodded, finishing with the antiseptic and stepping back to look at Jake's nose. "There. All done. No bruise, either. I guess Trevor's punch was weaker than he thought."
Jake snorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, I guess so."
For a moment, the room was silent. The air between them felt charged, but not in an uncomfortable way. Jake could feel the warmth of Hannah's presence next to him, the softness of her gaze as she looked at him. It was a kind of intimacy he hadn't experienced in a long time, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"You've got a way of making people feel at ease, you know that?" Jake said, his voice low, almost a growl. It wasn't a flirtation; it was an observation.
Hannah's heart skipped a beat at the way he was looking at her, the intensity in his gaze. She wasn't sure what to say, or even if she should say anything at all. But in that moment, the weight of unspoken words between them felt heavier than ever.
Before she knew it, Jake's lips were on hers, soft at first, then demanding. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "Nooo... I can't... I have a boyfriend," she whispered against his mouth, but her resolve was weakening by the second.
Jake cupped her face, tilting it up to his, and kissed her again, deeper this time and longer. Hannah's resistance melted away as her body betrayed her mind. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them as she kissed him back, her tongue darting into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "You want this just as much as I do," he said, his voice thick with desire.
Hannah hesitated, her conscience screaming at her, but the look in Jake's eyes was too much to resist. She nodded slowly, and before she could change her mind, she dropped to her knees in front of him. With trembling hands, she unzipped his pants, revealing his already hard length. She gasped at the sight, her breath catching in her throat.
Jake groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him gently.
Hannah lowered her head and taking his throbbing member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum that had formed at the tip. Jake's hand found the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each pass.
"Spit on it," Jake demanded, his voice husky with lust.
Hannah complied, spitting onto his dick and mixing it with her saliva, creating a slick mixture that made her work easier. She continued sucking him off, using her hand to stroke the base while her mouth devoured him. The sound of her slurping filled the room, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
"Good girl," Jake praised her, his grip tightening on her hair. "Just like that....uhh"
Hannah's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat working around his thickness. She gagged slightly, but it only seemed to excite Jake more. His hips bucked in rhythm with her motions, driving himself deeper into her mouth.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Babe... I know you're in there... I came to apologize," Trevor's voice called through the wood, making Hannah freeze.
Her heart raced as panic set in. What if she hadn't locked the door and Trevor opened the door? What if he found her like this? She looked up at Jake, her eyes wide with fear.
"Don't stop," Jake commanded, his voice urgent. "Keep going."
Hannah hesitated, torn between her need to obey Jake and her fear of getting caught. But the thought of stopping now, after everything they had done, was unbearable. She took a deep breath and resumed her sucking, her movements even more frantic now as she tried to block out the sound of Trevor's voice.
Trevor continued to beg at the door, his words blending with the wet noises of Hannah's mouth working on Jake's cock. "Please, Hannah... Open up... I'm sorry..."
Jake's moans grew louder, his pace quickening as he neared his climax. "Almost there... don't stop... keep going..."
Hannah's throat ached, but she pushed through the discomfort, determined to finish what they had started. She felt Jake's thighs tense, and she knew he was close. She angled her head just right, her tongue flicking over the sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick.
"Ah... fuck... I'm gonna cum," Jake grunted, his hand tightening painfully in her hair.
Hannah braced herself, her mouth full of his throbbing length. She felt the first hot burst of his cum hit the back of her throat, followed by another and another. She swallowed reflexively, the taste of him filling her mouth as he pumped his release into her.
The knock on the door grew more insistent, Trevor's voice rising in desperation. "Hannah! Please, let me in!"
But Hannah couldn't answer him. All her attention was focused on Jake, on the way his body shuddered with each pulse of his orgasm. She swallowed every drop, her eyes watering from the effort, until finally, he was spent, collapsing back onto the bed with a satisfied groan.
Hannah stayed on her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process what had just happened. She glanced toward the door, her heart pounding in her ears.
"What do we do now?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Jake's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he looked down at her. "We wait," he said simply, his fingers trailing down her cheek soothingly.
Hannah nodded, her mind racing as she listened to Trevor's pleas outside the door. She knew this wasn't over, but for now, all she could do was wait and see what happened next.