“So what sport is he widowing you for?” Cody prodded Val.

  She rolled her eyes. “Every sport.”

  Val turned her attention toward Henry again, not letting up as she leaned in and whispered to him, her breath warm. “So how are you liking your prize?”

  “Uh…” He shifted on the couch, feeling her breasts pressing against his arm, warm and soft and full.

  “I liked watching you.” Her breath smelled like alcohol and cherries. He didn’t say anything, but her lips were so close they brushed his ear, making him shiver. “It turns me on, watching guys get off like that.”

  He gulped down another long swig of beer, finishing off the bottle, not saying a word.

  “And you were so incredible.” Her voice dropped into an even softer range, the words meant just for him. “I couldn’t believe how you just kept going. You got hard again so fast.”

  Cody was watching them. Henry cleared his throat. “It’s a gift, I guess.”

  “Want to do it again?” she murmured, her fingernails tickling the back of his neck.

  He glanced from the television to Cody and then back again. It was hardly a question. Did he want to? Hell yes. But it was probably not the best idea in the world…

  “What dorm are you in?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. She had him so hard his cock felt like it was bent in half.

  “Mosher-Jordan.”

  “Nice.” Val raised her finely plucked eyebrows. “Private bathroom and just two freshmen to a room? What did you do to get that gig?”

  He shrugged. “Won the lottery, I guess.”

  She stood, reaching out her hand. “Come on. I have a car.”

  How was he going to tell her no? The short answer was—he wasn’t. Standing, he took her hand and ignored Cody’s dropped jaw. “Tell Dean I went to the dorm. Tell him not to hurry back.”

  Cody tipped his beer. “Will do.”

  Val drove a white Mazda stick-shift and Henry grabbed the dashboard as she zipped through campus.

  Henry tried to start a conversation. “So…are you a sophomore?”

  “We don’t have to make small talk.” Val smiled that Cheshire cat smile, her hand moving to the back of his neck again. Her nails scraping his skin made him instantly hard. Harder. If that was possible. “We’re going back to your room so we can fuck.”

  Well. That cleared things up.

  “I’m a junior.” Her hand moved back to the gearshift as she slowed for a light. “Pre-law. What else do you want to know?”

  “Uhh…”

  She was shifting again, turning corners faster than he could take a breath, teasing him, “I would think you already saw everything you needed to…”

  “What’s your favorite movie?” He tried to change the subject, grabbing the dashboard with both hands as she pulled into the dorm parking lot, searching for a space.

  “Lady and the Tramp.”

  “The Disney one?” He gaped at her. “How come?”

  “The spaghetti scene.” She pulled the car into a handicapped spot near the door, putting it in park. “I’m a hopeless romantic.”

  “You are?” Henry moved to open his door as she got out of the car.

  “Why?” She laughed, meeting him around the front of the Mazda, and they stood together under the light of a streetlamp. “Did you think girls couldn’t be romantic and still want to have sex?”

  “No…I…” He noted her car. “You know, you could get a ticket if you park here.”

  “I live dangerously.” She snaked one arm around his neck, her mouth close, but not quite kissing him. Her other hand reached between his legs, grabbing his crotch and making him jump. “Come on, big boy. I want to play with that toy of yours.” She squeezed him through his jeans, thick and throbbing. “And maybe we’ll get around to using your Fleshlight, too.”

  They couldn’t get up to his dorm room fast enough.

  “Can’t you just use any color sock?” Val laughed as he dug through his drawers, searching for a black one. “How about we just do this?” She peeled off her sweater, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. He stopped digging through his drawers, watching as she unhooked it, letting her breasts free, and then opened the door to tie it onto the handle.

  “Val!” he hissed, pulling her back into the room. “What if someone saw you?”

  “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.” She laughed, pressing him back against the door and locking it, her hands moving up under his shirt. “If you hadn’t noticed.”

  Her mouth turned up to his and he kissed her, wanting to feel that again, her tongue, her lips, oh, her mouth was so soft. His hands found their way to her breasts, wanting to feel the weight of them. She melted against him, moaning when he thumbed her hard, dark nipples.

  “I think you have something for me.” Val dropped to her knees, unfastening his belt and unsnapping his jeans. There was no doubt about it, he was incredibly hard, and she tugged his pants and boxers down, letting his cock free. “Oh, now that’s nice…”

  “Mmmm,” Henry agreed, closing his eyes as she stroked him in her hand first, and then took him into her mouth. Oh god, her mouth. Henry glanced down, seeing her eyes turned up, her tongue circling the head of his dick.

  “I’m so wet.” She whispered the words against his shaft as she licked down toward his balls. Henry thought about the sweet clutch of her cunt, his cock jumping at the memory. It had all gone so fast that night. Now he wanted to really take his time and explore her.

  But Val had other plans.

  “Get on the bed.” She stood, tugging at his cock, drawing him further into the room. He stepped out of his boxers and jeans, toeing off his shoes, letting her lead him toward the bed by pulling on his dick. “Which one is yours?”

  He pointed toward the one on the left with the Hudson Bay blanket as a bedspread. She pulled back the covers, pushing him down.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  He did as she asked, tossing it on the floor as she turned and backed up toward the bed.

  “Do me?”

  He unzipped her skirt, his hand moving over the soft, pale flesh of her bare back, dipping his fingers into the two dimples above her ass as she wiggled out of the skirt. Her panties were red and she wasn’t wearing any stockings. Instead of turning toward him, she bent over, giving him a nice, full view of her ass. He ran his hand over the edge of her panties, following the elastic down between her thighs with his finger.

  “Where’s your new toy?” she murmured, protesting when he tried to pull her panties aside.

  “Under the bed. In a box.”

  She got down on her knees, finding the box and pulling it out. “Oooo a boy scout.” She held up a tube of KY gel. “Are you always so prepared?”

  “I try.”

  Val took the top off the Fleshlight, exploring the soft, flesh-like folds of the pussy inside with her fingers. “Wow, it looks so real.” He watched, breathless, as she brought the synthetic pussy up close, studying it. Then she reached her tongue out to lick it, right on the little clit.

  Henry groaned, his hand moving down to clutch himself.

  “You like that?” She flicked her tongue against the clit, then dipped down to press it into the hole. “Have you licked it? Tell me the truth.”

  “I did,” he said, and then confessed, “I was thinking of you.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Were you?” She opened the KY, squirting some onto her fingers and then rubbing it over the Fleshlight. Her fingers slipped inside and he saw her bite her lip as she felt around in there, all the soft raised edges and ridges that felt so damned good sliding down over his dick. She fingered the toy gently, letting him watch as she explored.

  “I want to see.” She handed him the toy, gazing at his crotch. “Do it for me.”

  Henry took it, slowly rubbing the head of his cock over the soft flesh, teasing. He loved the feel of the pussy lips parting for him, giving in.

  “Ohhh,” Val breathed when he took it in both hands and slid it all the way down, burying himself inside. The sensation was heaven and Henry let out a long, shuddering breath. “Does it feel good?”

  “Mmm,” he agreed, rocking his hips up.

  “Do it,” she urged, standing next to the bed, admiring him. He could see the outline of her cunt, a wet spot on the crotch of her panties, and he felt his cock swell inside the toy at the sight of her. “Fuck that tight little pussy for me.”

  He groaned, using both hands to start, making long, even strokes up and down. Val watched, her breath coming faster, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. The times he had played with the toy by himself, he’d maybe had the stimulation of some porn or his own imagination, but not since that night at the frat house had he had such a sexy, live show. He was ready to explode. He closed his eyes, slowing, not wanting to come yet.

  “What are you thinking about?” Val’s voice was breathless as she knelt next to him on the bed, her hand inside her panties now, clearly rubbing. He wanted to see.

  “Licking you.” It wasn’t really what he was thinking about—he’d been trying hard not to come, so he was holding back—but it was definitely what he wanted.

  “Do you want to lick me while you do that?” She seemed to like the idea and before he knew it, she was straddling him, facing the wall, thighs spread, panties still on as she settled herself over his face. He had to hold the Fleshlight very still because just the smell of her pussy, that sweet, musky scent, made him want to come.

  “You want it?” she teased, rubbing one finger up and down her slit through her panties. “You wanna lick that wet cunt?”

  His cock jumped and he clenched his ass, watching as she pulled her panties aside, showing him. It was hard to believe he’d been inside of her, had fucked her, had watched and felt her come. It was like a dream. Had that really been him? Had it been real?

  “There she is.” Val nudged her clit with her fingernail, shivering. He could see how hard her nipples were, the skin around them puckered. “I bet she tastes better than your Fleshlight.”

  Henry was sure of it. He was actually salivating as she lowered her pussy to his eager mouth. He moaned almost as loudly as she did when he parted her lips with his tongue, sucking at her clit, tasting her. He’d only ever done it once before, but he had imagined doing it a thousand, a million times, and his eagerness made up for any lack of skill.

  “Oh!” Val’s hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them, her hips beginning to rock. She was wet—she hadn’t been kidding—very, very wet. Her juices coated his tongue, his chin, his cheeks, her hips rolling in circles. “That’s good! Do that! Like that!”

  He kept making the circles she seemed to like, around and around her clit. The taste of her was incredible, making his cock jerk and swell. He switched the Fleshlight to one hand, using the other to explore the soft folds of Val’s pussy. She whimpered, bracing herself against the wall with one hand, the other still rubbing over her nipples, back and forth. When his fingers found their way inside of her, her eyelids fluttered closed, her hair falling down, framing her face.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her breath coming fast. Henry slowed the pussy fucking his cock. It was too much, feeling the smooth, wet walls of her pussy squeezing his fingers, the taste of her in his throat as he swallowed. If he let his mind go, if he for one moment imagined there was another girl riding him, he was going to explode. “Oh yes, yes, baby, make me come in your mouth!”

  Oh. God.

  She moaned, her thighs quivering, and he saw the muscles in her belly begin to contract. Then her pussy clamped down over his fingers, squeezing them with her orgasm, and Henry groaned, bucking his hips up into the sweet cunt wrapped around his dick, pumping fast and hard. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to anymore.

  “Oh fuck!” Val shuddered, arching, spreading and splaying herself against him. He buried his face between her thighs, drowning himself in her juices, and he thrust himself deep into the pussy between his own legs, giving into his own climax. He watched her with glazed eyes as she climbed off, collapsing next to him on the bed.

  He jumped when she grabbed the Fleshlight. “Easy!”

  “Oh you were a bad, bad boy, weren’t you?” Val pulled on the toy, easing his cock out of the fleshy hole and watching Henry’s cum spill down.

  “Sorry,” Henry apologized, but Val was already working on him, her hand wrapped around his shaft, the Fleshlight in the other.

  “Mmmm!” She tipped the toy up and he groaned, watching her lap at the silicone flesh, catching the white gush of his cum with her tongue. “I want more of that.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” he agreed, watching her hand moving on his dick, her tongue still working its way into the toy, greedy for his cum. He thought he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life.

  “Oh my god,” Val murmured happily. “You get so hard again so fast!”

  “Your fault.”

  “Amazing.” She was incredulous, watching his cock jerk back to life. “Hey, I have an idea.”

  He watched, bemused, as she climbed off the bed, taking his Fleshlight and wedging it between the mattress and the boxspring, the pussy-end facing out. She rubbed her fingers over the opening again, gathering more of Henry’s cum, and then lifted them to her mouth, sucking greedily.

  “Now we switch.” She pulled him down to kneel on the floor while she climbed back up on the bed, taking off her panties.

  “What are you…?” He regarded her, half-smiling, as she stretched out, her legs dangling over on either side of him. She was something, stretched out like that. She had three star tattoos on her belly around her navel that he hadn’t seen that night—they’d been covered by the corset—and another one on her lower back, the proverbial tramp stamp. They were sexy as hell.

  “Still hard?” she murmured, licking her fingers and circling her nipples with them. His eyes darkened as he watched her.

  “Even harder,” he agreed, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. He’d only come once. He could definitely come again. And he wanted to be inside her when he did.

  She cupped her breasts, one in each hand, her fingernails painted alternately black and red, her gaze on his face, gauging his reaction. She must have liked what she saw because she half-smiled, her fingernails tickling over her own ribcage, dipping into the softness of her belly, tracing circles around her navel. His breath quickened again as he watched her hands flutter down to that runway of dark pubic hair, leading the way to her pussy.

  “Like what you see?”

  “You’re beautiful.” He swallowed, her pussy opening for him under the soft press of her fingers. It was a gorgeous pink, the lips shaved smooth, still wet from his tongue.

  “Want to see how I do it?” She visibly shivered when her finger began circling her clit. Her nipples hardened, too, the dark areolas shrinking as the skin around them began to pucker.

  “That’s fucking hot.” His cock wept in his hand, nudging up against the Fleshlight stuck between the boxspring and mattress. He glanced down at it, his brain only registering one thing—pussy.

  “Do it.” She saw him looking and smiled. “Fuck your toy.”

  “But—”

  “I want you to,” she breathed, rubbing herself faster. “Please.”

  He wanted to fuck Val, but he relented as she touched herself in front of him, her breath coming faster. He hadn’t used the Fleshlight this way before, and he maneuvered his cock between the silicone lips, feeling the opening, that incredible fucking give, as he thrust his hips forward.

  Val’s eyes lit up when he moaned softly. “Hold me,” she whispered, wiggling down, her pussy near the edge of his bed. “Grab my hips.”

  His hands moved up over her breasts first, lost in the sensation, his cock pulsing inside the wet sleeve, Val’s pussy hot against his lower belly. She arched when he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking, greedy, her hands moving through his dark hair.

  “Is it tight?” she murmured, feeling his hips begin to rock. He groaned in agreement, his hands finally moving down to her hips, as if it was her pussy he was fucking instead of the silicone one shoved under his mattress. Still, it felt so good…

  She watched his face, her fingernails grazing his belly, his chest. He hissed when she pinched his nipples. Her eyes lit up, and then she did it again, twisting, pulling at them.

  “Oh fuck!” He thrust deep into the Fleshlight, the sensation spreading all the way down to his cock.

  “Don’t come,” she urged, squirming in his hands, her pussy just wet heat against his belly. “I want you to fuck a real pussy.”

  He groaned, sliding his cock slowly out of the Fleshlight. “We better do it then.”

  “Got a condom?”

  Henry reached over and opened his night table drawer—he and Dean had grabbed handfuls that night at the frat, stuffing them into their jean pockets. He climbed onto the bed, tearing it open with his teeth, but Val took it from him, pushing him back as she rolled it on, his dick jerking in anticipation.

  He steadied her as she straddled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit.

  “Ready for a real pussy?” She teased him, making circles against her entrance. He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed her hips, thrusting up, making her cry out in surprise as he buried himself into her wetness.

  “Oh,” he breathed, eyes closing, his whole body sensation centered between his legs, spreading outward in waves. “Easy…”

  “You can’t come again that fast,” she teased, rolling her hips.

  “Don’t bet on it.” He groaned. “You feel so good.”

  “So if I did this…” She began to rock back and forth. “You just might…”

  “Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing her hips, trying to keep her still. She was so hot, so fucking hot inside, wet molten lava massaging his cock.

  “How about this?” She squeezed her muscles and his eyes flew open in surprise.

  “Val,” he warned, his breath coming faster, panting now.

 

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